Marine Headquarters' Response
Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Marine Headquarters Building.
Fleet Admiral's Office.
A small meeting was underway.
There were only six participants.
The outstanding servicemen of the older generation: Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha, Chief of Staff Vice Admiral Tsuru, and Hero of the Marines Vice Admiral Garp.
There were also three outstanding members of the new generation: the Three Admirals, Aokiji, Akainu, and Kizaru.
Compared to Fleet Admiral Sengoku, who sat properly, only Akainu sat sternly upright. The other two Admirals sprawled limply in their chairs as if they had no bones, giving Sengoku a headache just looking at them.
What gave Sengoku an even worse headache was the constant "crunch, crunch, crunch..." that had sounded ever since the meeting began.
"Garp, can you stop eating already?!" He finally snapped, veins bulging on his forehead as he roared at the Hero of the Marines sitting on the sofa beside him.
"Ah, you want some too?" The white-bearded old man crunched loudly on senbei. A scar stretched from his forehead all the way to his cheekbone, left behind by an attack from a powerful opponent and still not faded even now. His hairline had receded slightly, but his short bristle-cut hair stood like steel needles, making him look exceptionally tough.
After all, his nickname was Marine Vice Admiral Garp. Names could be wrong, but nicknames never were.
"You should've said so earlier. I can share a little." Reluctantly, he held out a bag of senbei that only had two pieces left inside.
It would have been better if he had not mentioned it. The moment he did, Sengoku became even angrier. "Those were my senbei to begin with! You know that's not what I'm talking about."
Garp scratched his steel-needle-like hair. "Isn't it just that the Empress occupied an