Garp walked into Foosha Village.
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The old men at the village entrance, the street vendors, and the children chasing and roughhousing—
The moment they saw him, they all stopped almost at once.
"Vice Admiral Garp!"
"You're back!"
"How long will you be staying this time?"
Voices rang out one after another, filled with familiarity and respect.
It was not fear of his rank, but trust in a "guardian."
After all, East Blue was known as the "weakest sea" not because it was weak.
—but because of Garp.
Every so often, he would come back to "take a look around" and casually beat down any pirates daring enough to show themselves.
Over time, forget large pirate crews—there were hardly even any decent pirate ships left in all of East Blue.
Garp grinned, showing off his signature white teeth.
He waved carelessly.
"Ha ha ha! You're all still alive!"
His tone was rough, yet it somehow put everyone at ease.
He continued down the road, casually looking around.
The houses had been renovated, and the streets were clean.
Even the roadside stalls seemed far busier than before.
Garp's steps slowed slightly.
"Hm?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"Life's gotten a lot better..."
He muttered it with an unconcerned tone.
But Garp could not be bothered to think too deeply about it.
"Anyway, it's not a bad thing."
East Blue should have been this peaceful in the first place.
He shrugged and kept walking. Before long, he arrived in front of Rouge's house.
The courtyard was small but kept very clean, with several pieces of clothing neatly hanging from a line.
When the wind blew, they swayed gently.
Rouge stood in the courtyard, lowering her head as she adjusted the