"These old guys are leaving the stage of history one by one!" Garp said with rare sentimentality.
The ones who understood you best were often your enemies. He understood Sengoku's feelings right now as well. When Roger died, he too had felt as though his life had lost its direction. After all, the greatest opponent he had relentlessly pursued and wanted to capture was already dead.
So all these years, despite bearing the title of Marine Hero, he had really just been going through the motions. His motivation was gone.
If it had been to capture Roger, he would definitely have been the first to charge in!
"Like you're not an old guy yourself!" Sengoku shot Garp a sidelong glance and snatched the rice crackers from his hand. Didn't he know those were Sengoku's favorite? Yet he had been waving them around right in front of him.
"I-I'm still young! Ahahaha!"
"What are we going to do about Ryan? A second Pirate King cannot be allowed to appear on the seas! It was Roger who created the current Great Age of Pirates. If it happens again, I don't even know how we'll deal with it. We have to do everything we can to stop them!"
"But if the Marines make a major move into the New World, won't we be targeted?" Garp interrupted.
To be honest, if they wanted to stop the current Blood Sword Pirates, it would be impossible without deploying combat power on the level of several Admirals. And Ryan's Blood Sword Pirates were the hardest kind to catch—damn near uncanny, much like the Roger Pirates of old. Just when it seemed they were about to be caught, some unexpected accident always occurred.
Pirates and Marines were natural enemies to begin with. Many pirate crews in the New