For a moment, the two of them seemed to be competing to see who could shout louder in the office.
For Sengoku, though, it was a pretty good way to vent and unwind.
Sengoku roared:
"Like hell you understand!"
Zephyr roared back, refusing to back down:
"Of course I understand! That's exactly why I want him to go!
Besides, who said he hadn't woken up?
He woke up just now, and he even fought me!"
Out of habit, Sengoku was about to shout back, but once the words sank in, he suddenly froze.
Then he said:
"Randall's awake? Are you sure?
And not only is he awake, he can move around?"
Zephyr gave Sengoku a look as though he were some country bumpkin, then said:
"Of course I'm sure! Randall's full of life right now!
Look at you, acting like you've never seen anything! His injuries healed, that's all. What's so surprising about that?"
Sengoku: ???
What's so surprising?
You tell me what's so surprising!
Have you forgotten what you told me before?
You said the doctors figured those injuries would take at least six months to a year to heal properly!
It's only been seven days!
In fact, Sengoku had made a special visit afterward to check on Randall's condition himself.
After all, he was a promising prospect who might one day become a pillar of the Marines.
After seeing him, Sengoku had fallen silent.
He already looked terrible on the outside, but a scan with Observation Haki revealed even more horrifying injuries.
Sengoku had even worried that these injuries might affect Randall's future or leave him with some irreversible damage.
And now, seven days later, you're telling me he's fully healed?
After staring blankly for a few seconds, Sengoku finally accepted this rather surreal fact.
He continued:
"So