Marine Headquarters, the Fleet Admiral's Office.
The air in the room was suffocatingly heavy.
Sengoku clutched a battle report whose ink had yet to dry, veins throbbing across his forehead.
The report ran to over three thousand words, every line detailing Kizaru's tragic ordeal.
Things like "surrounded and attacked by over a hundred specially made seastone missiles."
And "his photon body was forcibly shattered four times while protecting Dr. Vegapunk."
The more Sengoku read, the darker his expression grew, and the harder his hand pressed down.
Crack!
The solid mahogany desk snapped in two beneath his palm, scattering splinters across the floor.
"Borsalino!"
Sengoku flung the battle report straight into Kizaru's face.
"Do you think I can't read a battle report?"
"Severely wounded by seastone missiles?"
"Fought your way out at the risk of your life?"
"When you got back to Marineford, you didn't even have a bandage over a scratch!"
Seated on the sofa, Kizaru leisurely raised his cup and took a sip of hot tea.
He had changed into a brand-new yellow pinstriped suit and looked the picture of health.
"Oh my, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, that's hardly fair."
Kizaru set down his cup and spread his hands, putting on an aggrieved expression.
"I suffered serious internal injuries, you know."
"That Leader of Eclipse opened a portal from tens of thousands of miles away and merely glanced at me."
"My insides are still aching."
"If you don't believe me, ask Vice Admiral Garp. He's been beaten up before, so he should know exactly how it feels."
Garp, who was eating Senbei in the corner, paused.
He swallowed the crumbs in his mouth, then grinned and burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Borsalino, you brat, you're getting faster and faster at running away!"
"But I agree with what you did. Whoever wants