Naruto's Trash Station

Under Whitebeard's stare, Tsuru looked stricken with grief.

Ren had already stepped up to Garp. "Killing Fist—Killing God!"

His fist, brimming with killing intent, hurtled toward Garp.

Boom!

A fist wreathed in raging wind appeared and collided with Ren's.

"Dragon... You actually showed yourself!" Ren said.

"Ren... He's my dad. You can't kill him!" Dragon said.

Dragon had intervened once already. Ren hadn't expected him to step in again.

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"Dragon... What does your presence here mean? Are you here for the Revolutionary Army, or for yourself?"

Ren asked as he took a few steps back and watched Dragon.

Dragon swept his gaze across the battlefield. "This war has nothing to do with the Revolutionary Army. I'm here only for myself—and as a son."

He turned and grabbed Garp.

Garp could barely stand, but he glared at Dragon. "Let go of me! It's my duty to stop Ren, you little brat!"

Dragon gave a bitter smile and raised his right hand, shaping it into a razor-sharp claw.

Thud!

The claw struck Garp's neck, knocking him unconscious despite his resistance. Garp was far too weak to fend Dragon off now. Dragon lifted him and flew into the sky.

"Ren... I personally owe you a favor," Dragon said. "If you ever need anything, just ask!"

Dragon vanished in a whirlwind. Ren rubbed his chin. "The Storm-Storm Fruit is a convenient Logia power. Still, it's good that troublesome old man is gone. I couldn't kill him, and dealing with him was a headache."

As he spoke, Ren surveyed the entire battlefield.

Dragon's appearance had not stopped the fighting. No Return Island had become a meat grinder. The World Government had sent a million people, and the pirates numbered a million too. Ren had brought only a hundred thousand, but they were well