"Why does he want me? Does he want to hear the details?"
Randall yawned, his eyes watering.
Garp said nothing. Like a bandit, he hooked an arm around Randall's neck and dragged him to Sengoku's office.
The moment they entered, the heavyweights in the room all turned their gazes on Randall, staring at him as though he were a three-legged toad.
Randall, who had still been groggy from waking up, snapped wide awake.
"Instructor Zephyr, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admiral Tsuru."
Sengoku's face darkened.
It wasn't because Randall had greeted Zephyr before him.
It was because Zephyr was making faces at him, his expression practically saying, That's my student! Jealous?
Their gazes kept clashing in midair, sparks flying.
Tsuru gave the two men a helpless look, then smiled warmly at Randall.
"Good boy. You did well this time!"
"Haha, thank you, Vice Admiral Tsuru."
Randall rubbed his head.
He still felt a little reserved around Tsuru.
"Yes, you did very well, Randall!
Tell me, what do you want? Just name it!"
"Really?"
"Of course!"
"The individual strength of my thousand-man unit is still a little lacking. How about you toss me eight hundred or a thousand Devil Fruits?"
"Cough! You—cough—what did you say?"
Sengoku choked on his own saliva.
Zephyr and Tsuru also stared at Randall in amazement. He certainly dared to dream big.
"What, is that not possible?" Randall asked.
"Of course it isn't! There aren't even that many Devil Fruits in the entire world!"
Sengoku roared.
"But didn't you say I could ask for anything?"
Randall looked utterly innocent.
Zephyr, Tsuru, and Garp all nodded repeatedly, bearing witness.
That was indeed what Sengoku had said.
At the sight, Sengoku nearly fumed himself into becoming a real Buddha.
**"Whose side are you on?! And you, ask for something reasonable,