The Marines' New Fleet Admiral!

(Sorry, brothers, I went to West Lake and just got back. My fault, I am guilty!)

Marine Headquarters, Marineford!

At this moment, this solemn Marine Headquarters was filled with grief and desolation!

It felt utterly lifeless. Even the Marines standing guard at the harbor looked immensely dejected, as if they had suffered an unimaginable blow!

The same was true of the Marines' main conference room.

There were many seats in this enormous conference room. The last time they had convened was during the general mobilization before the great war. Back then, every seat had been occupied except for Aokiji's and Garp's.

But now... the room was scattered and empty, with quite a few vacant seats.

Never mind the Commodores, Rear Admirals, and Vice Admirals. Of the three Marine Admiral seats, only Akainu remained seated. Even the central seat belonging to the Fleet Admiral was empty.

Those unable to attend the meeting had either died in battle, suffered serious injuries and remained in the hospital, or been captured.

Heavy. Incomparably heavy!

Heavy was the only word that could describe the atmosphere in the conference room now.

Even Akainu's incomparably cold face carried that same weight.

Bang!

Just as no one spoke, someone forcefully pushed open the door and burst into the conference room.

Everyone looked up to see Garp, his upper body wrapped in bandages.

Earlier, he had charged into the Dark Domain to save Aokiji, only to be defeated by the combined efforts of the brothers Sabo and Ace. After being released, he had remained in the hospital.

Garp was still supposed to be hospitalized, and he even limped slightly as he walked.

But upon learning that Sengoku had been utterly defeated and captured, Garp came straight here from the hospital without a second thought.

Several doctors were still