Life after returning to Marine Headquarters was dull and tedious.
For River, after twenty years away, everything in Marineford felt both familiar and strange.
There were many buildings and people he recognized, but also many unfamiliar faces and things.
Time was the most terrifying force of all, capable of changing everything without a sound.
Sengoku had not assigned him any tasks, either. He had only told him to spend some time at headquarters and reacquaint himself with the place.
As a result, River's days were leisurely and carefree.
"Your arm certainly looks different now, Zephyr."
Over the past few days, he had gone to see Zephyr every day to fish and chat.
Compared with Garp and the others, the retired Admiral Zephyr undoubtedly had a more relaxed life and plenty of free time. Besides, the two of them shared a closer bond.
"I had this seastone right arm specially modified to deal with Devil Fruit Users. I call it the Crusher."
"What do you think? Doesn't it look imposing?"
Zephyr spoke with a hearty laugh.
"With your strength, you shouldn't need that kind of external assistance. In the end, it can't be as flexible as your own right hand."
River shook his head.
He had always disliked the idea of adding external components to his body. The human body was already an exquisitely intricate thing. Just as the universe existed outside it, a miniature universe existed within, their cycles continuing endlessly.
"Hahahaha! You brat, can't you say something nice for once?"
Zephyr was not angry. Instead, he laughed, then let out a deep sigh.
"Well, I'm old now! I'm not as strong as I used to be, and unlike you, I'm no longer in my prime!"
"If I were your age, I would naturally disdain relying on something like this!"