Buggy and the others were having a great time, but the Marines and the World Government were furious.
Marine Headquarters—Marineford!
Sengoku pointed at Garp's nose and cursed, "You can still laugh at a time like this?! Don't you know what's happening right now?!"
"Life has a hundred flavors. You've got to face it with a smile!" Garp grinned.
"Want a donut?"
"Get lost!" Sengoku snapped.
But there was nothing he could do about Garp acting like this. All he could do was take things one step at a time. Ever since the defeat in the Fish-Man Island War, events had begun slipping beyond his control.
Fish-Man Island had shattered, but its magnetic field remained. Pirates could still use their Log Poses to reach the New World. Even though the Fish-men and the Mermaid Tribe had already left, the Marines still could not take control of the place, because the shattered Fish-Man Island was impossible to station troops on!
That meant the Fish-Man Island War back then had been a failure!
And now, everything Ryan and the others had done had pushed the Great Age of Pirates to its peak.
"Actually, looking at it from another angle, this is a good thing too. The pirates' internal strife will intensify. Sometimes, we won't even need to act—they'll start killing each other on their own!" Garp handed Sengoku a donut again.
"But monsters will emerge from that as well!"
"This is a war of reshuffling. The ones who survive until the end will be even harder to deal with!" Sengoku said heavily, the worry in his words refusing to fade.
For a Fleet Admiral, responsibility outweighed power itself!
When he took over, he had faced the most chaotic era on the seas in eight hundred years—the Great Age of Pirates!
Seeing this, Garp