A few moments passed without an answer. Garp scratched his head and laughed. "Hahahaha! I'm getting senile. I already drank all the tea."
At least you know it! You're out of tea, but you still ask someone if they want any. You really are getting old. Your memory's shot!
Shangyang was still grumbling inwardly when Garp's gaze suddenly fell on her. His eyes were stern, and a sharp sense of danger sent a chill through her.
It had only been a glance, but Shangyang still couldn't calm down. Can that old man hear me? No way.
When she looked at Garp again, his attention had shifted back to Jewelry Bonney. Shangyang breathed a quiet sigh of relief and decided it had been a coincidence. No one but her Sword Master could hear her thoughts.
You stupid bird. You think you can mock just anyone? Keep it up, and if someone catches you and makes soup out of you, I won't be able to save you.
Wuli's warning echoed through Shangyang's mind. She drew in her neck. I'm a Divine Beast, not a stupid bird.
Even without Wuli's warning, she wouldn't have dared mock Garp again.
Shangyang had finally relaxed after that one frightening look from Garp, but Jewelry Bonney tensed when she saw him glance over again. She hadn't heard Shangyang's complaints. If she had, she would have called Shangyang a stupid bird too—the most hopeless kind.
Bonney knew far more about Garp than Shangyang did. How could anyone provoke a figure like him so casually? Given the choice, she would rather sail another full circuit of the Grand Line than run into Garp.
He was someone she had no hope of standing against. Lately, her luck had been wretched. First she had run into Blackbeard, who had killed most