Ace soon arrived at the bar in Foosha Village. It had originally been run by Makino, but now Dadan was running it!
The village chief looked at Ace and said, "Ace... now that you're back, don't leave! Those people hunting you probably won't be able to find this place! Even if they do, you can hide on Eight Extremes Island!"
Ace drank his wine and said, "Grandpa Village Chief... don't worry. Those people can't kill me! Besides, I have my own companions, so I'm destined not to stay here for long! And if I stay here too long, I'll only drag you into this!"
"Bullshit... you little brat, all you know is how to cause trouble!" A roar came, followed by a figure rushing over at incredible speed. He appeared directly before Ace, raised a fist as big as a sandbag, and punched Ace squarely!
Bang...
Ace was struck instantly. A huge bump rose on his forehead, and he clutched his head in fear. "Grandpa... why are you here?!"
The newcomer was none other than Garp. He wore a military coat and a dog hat. Anger filled his eyes, but beneath that anger was affection. "You little bastard... why can't I come?!"
As he spoke, another punch came down, and another bump appeared on Ace's head!
Ace looked as though he wanted to cry but had no tears. Still, he was happy inside. After all, Garp was his grandfather—the grandfather he acknowledged in his heart!
The village chief said, "Garp... why did you come back?"
Garp sighed. "Sigh... how could I not come back? That bastard Sengoku gave me leave and told me not to act recklessly! Otherwise, I really would've gone to Rayleigh's place and taught him a proper lesson! Those guys have nothing better to do all day