Totto Land's harbor.
Kuzan instinctively touched his afro and froze on the spot.
Before him, Kizaru sat leisurely beneath a parasol, sipping a steaming cup of black tea. Aside from the gleaming Seastone Handcuffs around his wrists, he showed no sign whatsoever of being imprisoned or tortured. In fact, the excellent food had even rounded out his cheeks.
Sitting opposite him and smiling as he refilled his tea was none other than Instructor Zephyr, who should have been somewhere in the New World establishing the NEO Marines. Most importantly, both of his arms were intact.
"What exactly is going on?"
Kuzan finally came back to his senses, his voice full of disbelief. "Weren't we supposed to meet somewhere else? Instructor Zephyr, why are you here? And what happened to your arms?"
"Explain yourself, Zephyr. What exactly are you planning?"
Garp had far less patience. He clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked, staring sharply at Zephyr as though he wanted to see right through him.
Zephyr set down the teapot and calmly explained, in full detail, how the NEO Marines had been founded and what Dawn intended to do.
"Have you fallen so low? You actually joined forces with pirates! All because he restored your arms?"
After hearing that, Garp flew into a rage and slammed his palm onto the table. Cracks like a spiderweb instantly spread across the hard stone tabletop.
Zephyr showed no anger at being insulted. He merely stood up and gestured for the two of them to follow. The former teacher and students exchanged a glance, suppressed their doubts, and followed him.
Along the way, the state of Totto Land's civilians left even these two high-ranking Marines, who had seen countless grand spectacles, dumbfounded.
There were no displaced refugees here, nor were there any tyrants running