"Even the heroes of old are just decrepit old men with gray temples now!"
As he spoke, he let out another hearty laugh.
"We all had our glory once. That's enough!"
At those words, both Sengoku and Garp smiled.
"Exactly!"
"Whether it's you or us two retired old men, having had our glory is enough!"
Garp then shouted, "Xia Le, bring the wine!"
Smiling, Xia Le set the wine jar he was carrying on the ground.
"Oh, looks like we've got plenty to drink today!"
Whitebeard burst out laughing.
Sengoku and Garp simply sat down across from him.
The three raised their bowls and drank together. Xia Le served as their wine pourer, filling their bowls without joining their conversation.
He knew perfectly well that on this day, these former rivals and enemies had put aside their hatred, giving full expression to the mutual respect they had once held for one another.
As they sat cross-legged, they became friends for a brief moment.
As the saying went, your rivals knew you far better than your friends did.
"Gurarararara!"
"The future Fleet Admiral, the man no one in the world can defeat, is playing the junior and pouring wine for me today?"
"What a fine experience!"
Whitebeard glanced at Xia Le and spoke with a booming laugh.
"Today is a gathering for you retirees."
Xia Le smiled faintly.
"Retired?"
Whitebeard froze for a moment, then burst out laughing again.
The three stopped paying attention to Xia Le and immersed themselves in their own world, bringing up memorable clashes and stories from their past.
The Fleet Admiral, the Hero of the Navy, and the World's Strongest Man were now nothing more than three old men, boasting freely about their former exploits.
"That time, which one of you did I punch in the