Execution

"Garp, have you really made up your mind?" Sengoku looked at his old friend of many years.

"Do you think I'd be standing here if I weren't prepared?" Garp's resolute face showed not the slightest trace of sorrow. "That damn brat."

"Even if he was raised by you, still..." Sengoku said helplessly. Sometimes, when people reached their positions, many things were beyond their control.

"Enough, enough. I'm not so fragile that I need you to comfort me." Garp waved his hand irritably. "I'm going down." With that, Garp parted ways with Sengoku.

"I'm sorry, old friend." Sengoku knew Garp couldn't hear him, but he still said it aloud. Then he silently composed himself before walking toward the execution platform.

"Move aside." Sengoku spoke to the executioners.

"Yes!" the two executioners replied respectfully.

"Bring me a Den Den Mushi." Sengoku took a small Den Den Mushi.

"Yes, Marshal." The Marines below began to grow noisy.

"I have something to announce to everyone." Sengoku's expression was solemn, and no one knew what he was about to say. "I'm sure all of you already know why we have gathered here. It all began because of this man." Sengoku pointed at Ace. "Portgas D. Ace! Today, we will carry out the highest form of execution upon him!"

"Try to look on the bright side, old man." Grandma Tsuru comforted Garp beside her.

"You're still as gentle as ever, Grandma Tsuru." Garp didn't seem to mind. "I'm fine. That brat... Ever since the day he went out to sea, I'd already anticipated this. Those brats of theirs... Dragon turned out like this, Ace turned out like this, and Luffy is the same way too. Sigh..." Garp let out a long breath. "Even so, I'm still proud of those brats!"

"That's right. Not one of them