"Loa?"
Garp called out and waited for Loa to answer.
What was going on?
Weren't they supposed to play chase? Garp would catch him, and then—no, they'd have a proper fistfight!
How had Loa gone down before Garp had even thrown a punch?
It felt like punching cotton. The anger simmering in Garp's chest had nowhere to go, and it was driving him mad.
But this was the reckless Loa, after all. Garp looked at the cracks in the Seastone bars and the surrounding walls, then at Loa's position, and a wild idea struck him.
"Don't tell me the kid rammed his head into the Seastone?"
It wasn't such a strange thought for Garp to have. He had the same off-the-wall temperament as Luffy, and once his imagination got going, not even a runaway husky could keep up.
Besides, before Garp came down, Sengoku had warned him to be careful. Loa had spent this whole time training.
So Garp concluded that Loa must have developed a headbutting technique! He had simply misjudged the hardness of Seastone and the power of his own move, and knocked himself out cold.
Wait!
He didn't smash his own head in, did he?!
Garp hurried over in alarm, then let out a long breath of relief.
Thank goodness. That gave me a scare. He just grabbed the Seastone and lost his strength!
"Ahem. Garp, sir, give me a hand."
Loa put on an utterly feeble act and raised a hand toward Garp. It rose less than an inch before dropping again.
At the sight, Garp felt wonderfully at ease. His old heart swelled with satisfaction.
"Tsk, tsk. A Devil Fruit User..."
Garp swaggered over to Loa, picking his nose with every infuriating step.
"Loa, Seastone does almost as much of a number on you as