"Hahaha! Zephyr, want me to help train these kids?"
A burly man strode into the training ground, laughing as he approached Zephyr.
The moment he spoke, he drew everyone's attention.
Vice Admiral Garp was unquestionably a major figure in the Marines.
With a Justice Cape draped over his shoulders, he walked straight through the middle of the formation, even patting one trainee on the shoulder as he passed.
He reached Zephyr and threw an arm around his shoulders, then looked out over the trainees.
Zephyr's expression grew darker by the second.
"Garp, what do you want? If it's nothing, stop causing trouble." Zephyr forced the words through his teeth. If he hadn't needed to maintain his image before the trainees, he would have exploded already.
"Fine."
Seeing Zephyr's fists clenched and his temper about to erupt, Garp reluctantly let go.
He looked beyond the training ground and beckoned.
"Get over here, you little brat."
Only then did they notice a young man in a Marine Uniform leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
At Garp's words, he walked over with a somewhat helpless expression.
"Oh, it's Dragon."
Zephyr naturally knew Dragon, and he knew how strong the young man was.
Even with his critical eye, he would have struggled to find a flaw in Dragon.
He had to admit that, whatever Garp was like as a person, he had done a good job teaching his son to fight.
Haki, Body Techniques, even his Devil Fruit powers—Dragon excelled at them all. Like Garp, he was a Monster.
At only twenty-four, he already had the strength to serve as a Marine Vice Admiral.
"I'm heading to the New World soon, and I'll have those Monsters to deal with. I won't have time to keep him in line. Since the Elite Training