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Marine Headquarters · Marineford

Above the clouds, a streak of lightning flashed silently past.

It flickered once in the high sky, then soundlessly merged into the shadows above Headquarters.

Deep within the Fleet Admiral's building, in a secluded office, the lightning quietly dispersed.

The air trembled faintly.

Rock's figure emerged from the electric arcs. His military boots touched the floor without making nearly a sound, and even the curtains by the window did not stir.

He had only just steadied himself and had not even had time to undo his cape clasp—

when an exceedingly familiar, exceedingly punchable lazy voice came from the sofa.

"Yo~"

"You're back?"

Rock glanced over and saw Garp sprawled across the sofa without a shred of decorum—

one foot resting on the armrest, the other swinging back and forth, a rice cracker hanging from his mouth as he crunched away happily.

Steam curled up from the hot tea on the coffee table.

The carpet, meanwhile, was a miserable sight, covered in crushed rice cracker crumbs.

Rock fell silent for a second, and a vein visibly twitched at his temple.

"...Big Brother Garp."

"Can't you eat in your own office?"

Garp bit into a rice cracker, crumbs stuck at the corner of his mouth as he waved a hand vaguely. "Ah, that place isn't relaxing."

"People are always coming in to report on work. It's annoying."

Rock sighed softly, too lazy to complain any further.

He walked over and sat opposite Garp, casually picking up the teapot.

He raised a finger and tapped it.

"Bzz—"

A thread of lightning, as gentle as a mild breeze, swept across the floor.

The rice cracker crumbs silently turned into fine ash and vanished in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

Garp's eyes lit up. He even forgot to chew