The next day, explosive news swept across the seas: Kaido of the Beasts had stormed Marine Headquarters, only for Marine Marshal Sengoku and Black Arm Zephyr to join forces and send him to Impel Down.
Yet no matter how much the seas erupted, the East Blue remained as still as stagnant water. Ever since its battle with the Marines, the Holy Church had settled into its own course of development, completely ignoring the major events unfolding in the New World and burying itself in its ambitious plans for growth.
At Windmill Village, Garp lay in a lounge chair, watching birds fly overhead out of sheer boredom, while Kuzan slept soundly on the roof.
After capturing them, the Holy Church had settled them in Windmill Village without imposing any further restrictions on their movements. Of course, it had hardly paid either of them any attention, either.
"Old man, we're off to school! We won't be back for lunch!" Just as Garp was lost in thought, he saw Ace and his foolish grandson getting ready to run off to school, dressed in pristine white uniforms and carrying garish backpacks.
"You two, stop right there!" Garp suddenly shouted at the two good-for-nothing boys.
"What is it, old man? If we don't hurry, we'll be late! Miss Mu Le said she'd take us out for outdoor activities today!" Ace said impatiently.
"Hmph! Can't you see that your grandpa has been captured by the Holy Church? And you're actually going to the enemy's school!" Garp said, looking aggrieved.
"Aren't you doing pretty well right now? You eat well, drink well, and don't even have to work. What more could you want from a life this good?" Ace rolled his eyes at Garp.
"Yeah! Yeah! Look at us-we have to go to school every day. It's