They're All Just Clowns

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"Thinking about it from another angle, if handled properly, we might be able to annihilate the Revolutionary Army in one fell swoop."

The blond Five Elders had a cold glint in their eyes.

"But it would be troublesome if they joined forces."

"These marine debris are all arrogant and self-important; a united front is unlikely."

"It's time to show them the power of the World Government."

"However, there are too many uncontrollable factors, which is the most dangerous aspect and could even be the key to determining the final outcome."

Kong was somewhat worried, after all, the Navy was facing more than just one Four Emperors this time.

"Come among the Flower Room."

Just as the Five Elders were discussing, a voice suddenly entered their minds, and their expressions changed drastically as they stood up abruptly.

"Yes, Imu Im."

The Five Elders bowed to the air, showing no disrespect whatsoever.

Sora, Sengoku, and Tsuru's expressions froze, and they involuntarily swallowed.

"Follow us."

The Five Elders glanced at the three of them, then walked towards the side hall.

Following behind, winding and turning, Crane looked at the unremarkable buildings around her and for some reason felt a sense of history, heavy and stressful.

Before they knew it, the group arrived at a Flower Field where Flower Capital be seen, displaying the most beautiful faces in the world.

Beyond the Flower Field lies a magnificent palace.

Stepping into the palace, an even stronger sense of history weighed on the three members of the Sengoku.

On the steps of the pavilion, a Void Throne stands, empty of anyone.

Silently, without even a trace visible in the Sengoku, a hazy figure suddenly appeared on the previously empty throne.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, Sengoku tried to see clearly, but the more he looked, the less he could see. It was like a mirror image, both existing and nonexistent, giving him an ethereal feeling, full of unreality.

"You really want to know what I look like?"

Ethereal, weathered, and various sounds intertwined and resounded throughout the hall, striking everyone's hearts like a giant hammer.

"Bang"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Five Elders and Kong knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, Sengoku and Tsuru felt a chill run down their spines and involuntarily knelt on the ground as well.

Fear and horror froze both in their souls and bodies.

Seeing that Sengoku and Tsuru had knelt down, their faces, shrouded in mist, shifted to look at the Five Elders and Sora.

"I'm already aware of this incident. They're just a bunch of scoundrels; it's time to clean them up."

Without a trace of emotion, it was as if, in Imu's eyes, the Revolutionary Army and the Four Emperors were like ants that could be easily wiped out.

Below, the Five Elders, kneeling in a row, remained silent.

Beads of cold sweat dripped onto the reflected floor. Sengoku and Tsuru felt immense pressure. There was no real oppressive aura, so why did they feel fear?

"You all seem to be afraid of me?"

A voice, whether male or female, rang out again, making everyone's heart skip a beat.

"Alright, everyone go and get on with your business!"

They disappeared like ripples on water, and the group knelt for another minute before the Five Elders stood up first.

"You can get up now."

Seeing the tense Sengoku and Tsuru, the bald Five Elders spoke up.

Standing up, Sengoku and Tsuru were covered in sweat, glancing nervously at the Void Throne.

Two hours later, Sengoku and Tsuru left the Holy Land and returned to Marineford. Their encounter with that supreme being was entirely unexpected.

They had met before, and seen each other in person, but the difference between the two meetings was so great that they thought it was an illusion.

"Fleet Admiral, Vice Admiral Garp has been inside since early this morning."

Outside the office, a security guard reported this.

Frowning, Sengoku and Tsuru exchanged a glance, then sighed and walked into the office.

With a gloomy face, Garp sat in a chair, no longer looking for donuts in Sengoku's office as usual.

"Is there something you need?"

Seeing Garp's exhausted face, Sengoku kept a straight face. He couldn't be soft-hearted now, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

Beside him, Tsuru looked at Garp with concern, fearing that he might have some kind of extreme reaction.

"What happened up there?"

Garp looked up at Sengoku.

"Execute him." The Sengoku made no attempt to conceal this.

Garp clenched his fists, and a vein bulged on his face.

Are there any other possibilities?

With a pleading look on his face, Garp's eyes were slightly moist as he looked at Sengoku.

Without saying a word, Sengoku shook his head.

As if all his strength had been drained, Garp slumped into a chair, his face contorted in pain.

I want to see him.

Frowning, Sengoku was unsure whether to agree or not.

"Garp, I hope you make the right decision. Go!"

After thinking for a moment, Sengoku agreed. When he saw Garp's haggard face, Sengoku was filled with reluctance.

"Thanks."

Garp stood up and left the office.

Luffy wasn't imprisoned in Impel Down, but was in the headquarters dungeon. Garp only needed Sengoku's permission to see him, and he could do so in just a few minutes.

Watching Garp's departing figure, Sengoku sat in his chair, his expression constantly shifting.

Are you worried?

He looked up at the Sengoku, and to be honest, she was also a little worried.

"It's better to be afraid than to worry."

"Me too, but I believe Garp will make the right choice."

Meanwhile, in the lowest level of the Marine Headquarters, footsteps echoed through the dimly lit prison.

Carrying a kerosene lamp, Garp stood in front of a cell, the dim light illuminating everything around him.

Four Seastone chains extended from the wall, firmly binding Luffy's limbs and limiting his range of movement to only one meter.

Upon entering the cell, Garp placed the kerosene lamp on the ground and sat cross-legged in front of Luffy.

Perhaps it was the sound or the soft light so close at hand that Luffy looked up.

His face was deathly pale and bloodless, Luffy looked weak, but he smiled when he looked at Garp.

"Grandfather."

"Thud"

Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the ground.

With his lips pursed tightly, Garp clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his flesh. He didn't want to cry, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

With his lips pursed, Luffy couldn't face Garp and could only lower his head.

For a moment, the empty prison was filled only with the sound of tears dripping onto the ground, making even breathing painful.

And so, Garp silently watched Luffy, whose Luffy was lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.

The tears disappeared, Garp stood up without saying a word.

"Grandfather!"

Seeing Garp about to leave, Luffy looked up and his face was already covered in tears.

His figure froze, Garp trembling, but he didn't turn around.

"Sorry."

Upon hearing this voice, Garp's trembling body regained its composure, and he stepped out of the cell, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Garp remained silent throughout, while Luffy only called him "Grandpa" twice and said "I'm sorry."

Leaving the dungeon, Garp stood in the square of Marineford, looking up at the blinding sun in the sky, as if his entire soul had vanished.

The admiring glances from the passing sailors had vanished, replaced by skepticism and indifference.

Because in their eyes, Garp is no longer the naval hero he used to be.