While the two old men, Garp and Zephyr, chatted idly, another old man sat sulking alone in the Fleet Admiral's Office. Then he decided to get up and find a snack.
Only to discover that someone had made off with his prized seaweed and pork floss Senbei with a refreshing green tea flavor, hidden in another spot. He went numb.
Rubbing his aching temples, for a moment,
he felt that the Fleet Admiral's seat was simply not fit for a human being. On one side, he had to manage the pressure from the World Government.
On the other, he had to deal with the pirates growing ever more rampant at sea. And now, within his own ranks, Gern kept giving him one "surprise" after another...
Just as his headache grew unbearable, a soft knock came at the office door.
"Come in," Sengoku answered irritably, trying to restore the imposing expression expected of a Fleet Admiral.
The door opened, and a figure walked in. The newcomer wore an impeccably pressed gray suit.
His smooth, short blond hair was meticulously groomed, and his face bore a warm, sunny smile with a hint of shyness. His eyes were clear and bright.
"Hey, Fleet Admiral!" he greeted enthusiastically, his clear voice brimming with youthful energy.
At the sight of him, most of the gloom on Sengoku's face vanished instantly. A rare trace of genuine warmth even slipped into his eyes.
But he quickly put on a stern face again and gave a deliberately serious cough. "Lieutenant Colonel Rosinante, I don't recall summoning you today.
Leaving your post without permission and coming to the Fleet Admiral's Office-are you asking to be assigned toilet-cleaning duty?"
The young man who had entered was none other than Donquixote Rosinante, whom he regarded as his own son.
At that