One Hundred

"Uncle, are we at Marine Headquarters already?" Li Ziming looked at the Marine Headquarters before him. It had basically been restored by now, and he could not help sighing. "I heard a tremendous battle once took place here."

"You mean the Marineford War, right? I've heard a little about that battle too. I heard that the world's strongest man died in it, and the Marines suffered tremendous losses. Marine Hero Garp retired to the second line, and Sengoku retired to the second line as well." Issho shook his head. "Actually, I think that although the Marines defeated Whitebeard this time, they suffered such heavy losses that, in my opinion, the biggest beneficiary was that fellow called Blackbeard who appeared at the end."

"I agree!" A bold voice rang out. "Who would've thought that certain Ghost's prediction would really come true? That brat must be having a headache now, though. Blackbeard is currently launching a massive attack on Whitebeard's territory."

"You are—!" Issho was startled. The other party had actually come to his side without making a sound, or giving him the slightest hint.

"Vice Admiral Garp!" Li Ziming immediately stood up. He looked excited, but in truth, he was worried that Garp would recognize him.

"It's nothing, nothing. I just came to see how this year's newcomers are doing." Garp laughed heartily. It seemed that the burden on his shoulders had been removed, making the old man much more relaxed.

"That Fleet Admiral Sengoku..." Li Ziming spoke timidly, then stopped halfway. Even he did not know what position to use when addressing Sengoku now.

"Haha, just call him Mr. Sengoku! You don't need to call me Vice Admiral either. We've both retired from those positions." Garp spoke with some emotion. "That fellow Sengoku was in a bad mood, so he