The crew members were all in high spirits, with smooth muscle lines, strong and vigorous movements, talking and laughing loudly, and moving materials as fast as flying.
The air is filled with the smell of Rum wine, sea breeze and new paint, and is full of vibrant bustle.
This is completely different from the relatively calm atmosphere on Dog Head.
Sengoku It feels extremely unreal looking at those familiar and young faces.
The crew members of Roger Pirates looked at these navy "distinguished guests" with curiosity, joking and even a little nostalgia.
The young crew members whispered, "Wow, is that the legendary Marine Hero? It looks like... it likes to eat?"
"That old man wearing glasses has such a stinky face!"
"Grandma He must have been a beauty when she was young!"
"Uncle Blind feels so deep..."
As soon as Garp got on the boat, he looked around and sniffed hard, "Hey, Gaban! What kind of good wine have you hidden on the boat? It smells good! It's much better than what Sengoku has collected!"
I didn't consider myself a prisoner at all.
Sengoku's face was so gloomy that it could drip. He put his hands behind his back and tried hard to maintain the majesty of his predecessor Fleet Admiral. However, looking at the careless looks of the youthful pirates and his old friends around him, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
He felt like an antique who had stumbled into a young man's party.
Chief Officer Tsuru looked the calmest, even with a hint of curiosity as an observer.
She elegantly smoothed her silver hair that was blown by the sea breeze, and glanced at the training marks on the ship's side, mast, and deck, as if assessing the true state of the ship and its crew.
Fujitora leaned on Staff Sword and stood quietly aside.
His Observation Haki spread like water waves, and he could more clearly "feel" the exuberant Life Force emanating from every living thing on the ship, which was far beyond the norm, as if he was in a forest burning with the flame of youth.
He whispered to himself, "As vigorous as the rising sun... Is this the miracle of 'Reversal'..."
Garp saw Rayleigh who was wiping Sword at a glance, and immediately pounced on him like a dog that smelled meat and bones, his huge body carrying the wind.
"Rayleigh! Old man! Long time no see! You look as young as a young man!"
Like magic, Garp took out a large bag of Senbei from his arms and stuffed it in front of Rayleigh, his eyes bright and frightening.
"Tell me! How did you do it? Did you eat some new flavor of Senbei? I can't help it! Unlimited supply! As long as you tell me the recipe... or the name of the fruit!"
Rayleigh quickly turned sideways to avoid Garp's "warm embrace", looked at Senbei handed to him, and twitched the corner of his mouth. "Garp, save it. Senbei If you want to have this effect, you should be younger than me."
He continued to clean his sword, ignoring Garp.
Garp was not discouraged and immediately turned to Gaban who was directing the sailors to adjust the sail.
"Gaban! Brother!"
Garp hooked Gaban's neck and almost made him roll his eyes. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Have you found the legendary 'Fountain of Youth'? Which island is it on? Laugh Tale? Or Sky Island? As long as you tell me secretly, I promise to let you off the hook next time I catch you... No! How about I help you beat up Akainu? That kid has been too arrogant recently!"
Sengoku roared in the distance, "Garp! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Gaban finally broke free from Garp's "iron arm", rubbed his neck, and said angrily, "Hey! Garp old man! Pay attention! I am 'young and strong' now, be careful I will sue you for harassment!"
He rolled his eyes and showed a sly smile, "Fountain of Youth? Yes! It's at the end of Grand Line! If you have the ability, go find it yourself! The premise is that you can leave our ship alive! Hahaha!"
Garp, like a tireless salesman, began to harass the young sailors passing by.
To a strong man who was wiping the deck. "Brother! I see you've built up your muscles well! Did you use any Rejuvenation brand protein powder? Can you recommend it?"
Some of the crewmen suppressed their laughter until their faces turned red, some shook their heads in horror, and some politely smiled and said "I'm a natural", and then hurried away.
The entire deck echoed with Garp's persistent questioning and the fleeing figures of the crew.
Rayleigh and Gaban exchanged a look that said, "This old man is hopeless."
Sengoku sat on the wooden barrel that Rayleigh asked people to move, with his brows furrowed and his brain running at high speed:
Observation point 1: Zephyr and Whitebeard have also become younger. This is by no means a unique technology of Roger Pirates, there is a common source.
Observation point 2: The crew members had a natural attitude towards "getting younger" and were not overly surprised or worried, indicating that the process is safe and they have been used to it for a period of time. Is the technology mature?
Conclusion: There is a third party that possesses subversive life-changing technology and is gathering strength with the goal of launching a war of unprecedented scale. The opponent is so strong that it requires these old guys to regain their youth before they can fight against it. Is it other Yonko? Or...World Government? Thinking of the latter, Sengoku's heart sank. There were too few information fragments to piece together the whole picture, and the CPU continued to be overloaded.
Chief Officer Tsuru chose a more direct and effective method.
She carried the black tea provided by Rayleigh and walked to the relatively calm Zephyr.
"Zephyr, it's so gratifying to see you back to health."
He's tone was sincere, and his eyes fell on Zephyr's intact arm.
"NEO Marines's concept, in the new era, does it also have a new direction?"
Zephyr clenched his fists, his eyes complex but firm. "Senior Crane, my belief has never changed. Eliminate the real 'evil' and protect the innocent. It's just... some of the roots of 'evil' are more deeply rooted than pirates, and more difficult to shake."
Crane turned to Rayleigh not far away. "Mr. Rayleigh, you have mobilized so much to 'invite' us here. That kid must be worried that we will... stand in the wrong position in the coming storm?"
Rayleigh took a sip of wine and showed a wise and slightly vicissitudes of life smile, "Ms. He is really keen. That boy Allen... is impatient and a soft-hearted guy. He just doesn't want to see you old guys end up in an irreversible ending due to Vortex who can't help it. As for the center of the storm..."
He pointed in the direction of the sky, without saying anything clearly, but the meaning was self-evident.
He added, "Don't worry, you are 'distinguished guests', not prisoners. I will send you back after the war is over."
Fujitora stood alone on the side of the ship, eyes closed, pushing Observation Haki to the extreme.
What he saw was no longer a vague outline or aura, but a burning mass of "Flame of Life" in different shapes!
The flame of Rayleigh is like a deep silver ocean, vast and restrained. The flame of Gaban is hot and wild, with the clang of metal. The flame of Whitebeard is like a giant pillar supporting the heaven and earth, with a roar that shakes the world. The flame of Zephyr is like purple gold that has been tempered, righteous and tough.