What Else Are You Hiding from Me, Garp?!

A gentle sea breeze blows, the water is calm, and on the vast sea in the dead of night, a lone ship stands motionless.

With a creak, her long, deep blue hair cascaded down her back, and the unripe fruit gradually took shape. Kuina was in high spirits, her heart filled with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

"Come out! I know you can hear me. Come and fight me! I will defeat you together with it!"

A soft laugh rang out from the lookout tower at the top of the mast, causing Kuina to raise an eyebrow. Her pure white blade suddenly sliced through the air and was instantly pressed against her.

Countless regularly flowing azure magic patterns pierced into it with ease, as if without any resistance.

"This is..."

"Wado Ichimonji, my own black sword, can withstand an entire island without bending, and even the most solid object cannot defend against its blade."

"A black blade that truly belongs only to me, and it's the same for you!"

With an exceptionally firm tone and a confident smile radiating from her face, Kuina looked confidently at the opponent who had defeated her more than five thousand times.

"This is your black sword, Wado Ichimonji. As expected, it has that name..."

The next moment, under Kuina's horrified gaze, Huayue smiled without saying a word and silently took a step forward.

"Idiot! What are you doing! You'll get stabbed..."

Bite!

A crisp, melodious sound, like the clinking of metal, lingered in front of the two of them.

"What a pity, your prized blade seems unable to pierce my skin."

"How could this be? The Wado Ichimonji can even be made of Poneglyph materials like Seastone..."

Her pupils trembled, Wado Ichimonji in her hand gradually turned black. She glared angrily at Huayue in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move the blade forward even a centimeter.

"It's no use. Your knife is getting duller and duller, and your heart is constantly wavering. The knife is a reflection of the soul. Only by firmly believing in yourself can you make your soul and body dance together and bring out the knife's true potential."

"Furthermore, you chose the wrong opponent. When it comes to sword fighting, you need to choose an opponent whose strength level is similar to your own. It's not just about dominance, but also about soul..."

Her fair, jade-like fingers, under her gaze, gradually landed on the blade, and a surging power powerful enough to make a planet tremble flowed continuously into the blade.

In a daze, the slender, pale-skinned Wado Ichimonji reappeared in her sight. Kuina looked dazed and murmured softly.

"Bankai..."

"What did you say!"

"Yes, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I am truly sorry. This year, the Heavenly Tribute collected from the North Blue was completely looted by Donquixote Doflamingo and the Donquixote Family."

Inside the Fleet Admiral's Office, Sengoku's face was ashen. He knew this guy wouldn't stay in hiding, but he never expected him to be so audacious.

"He actually attacked the Heavenly Tribute Saints! Has Doflamingo gone mad?! What's the reaction from Mariejois?"

"Currently, the Five Elders have not made any comments, and there has been no news from Mariejois either..."

With his lips twitching incessantly, Rosinante, who was most qualified to arrest Doflamingo, had been dead for some time, and the World Government could not easily take action against the Celestial Dragons, even those Celestial Dragons had been expelled from the Holy Land.

However, the Heavenly Tribute cannot be left unclaimed, otherwise not only will the Celestial Dragons be furious, but the Navy's budget for this year will also be at stake.

"Damn Doflamingo, he had to choose this time. It seems he knows very well that the World Conference is about to begin, so he's targeting this gaping weakness in the Navy's forces!"

Despite his anger, he, as the ' Tactician General,' was at a loss for what to do and could only mutter to himself.

"Since he dared to attack the Heavenly Tribute, he must have his own demands. Let's wait patiently. Doflamingo will definitely make contact with the Navy soon."

"Have you come up with the specific plan for the deployment of naval personnel for the next World Conference?"

"Yes, Fleet Admiral Sengoku."

The assistant presented the documents, which had been prepared long ago, to Sengoku, awaiting his superior's approval.

"Be very careful recently. The period leading up to the World Conference is usually when those pirates run rampant. Those guys who are targeting princesses and kings as hostages and trying to extort money from them will definitely pounce on us like mad dogs."

The assistant accepted the order and left. A member of the CP team, dressed in a white suit, had been waiting outside for a long time. He entered without saying a word, but the strange expression on his face seemed to suggest that the documents he was handing over were not simple.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, this is information about the leaders of the Revolutionary Army compiled by the CP Organization. We hope you will process it as soon as possible after reviewing it."

Having said that, without waiting for Sengoku to stop him, he turned around and ran out of the Fleet Admiral's Office in an almost panicked manner.

"What are you doing? These spies have a lot of missions going on lately!"

The Sengoku, which he had initially taken lightly, became so engrossed in turning the pages of confidential intelligence that his braided beard stood up even more dramatically than his pet goat.

"Monkey D. Garp! Get the hell over here!"

On the second floor of the Marine Headquarters, Garp, who was enjoying tea and senbei, was stunned in his seat as his teacup shattered into pieces with a loud crash.

"What's wrong? Has that Sengoku guy gone mad?!"

"Mr. Garp, Mr. Garp! Hurry and stop Fleet Admiral Sengoku! He's so angry he's smashed up his office!"

"Oh my god, this is insane!"

He rushed to the Fleet Admiral's Office, and as soon as he appeared, a desk was smashed directly at Garp.

"Sengoku, what the hell are you doing, you bastard?"

"Monkey D. Garp, what a fine son you've raised! No wonder those Revolutionary Army were so familiar with the Navy's tactics; every time they tried to intercept them, they came up empty-handed. Turns out it's your son!"

"Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, was originally a naval cadet in the same class as Sakazuki. Just how many training methods for key personnel did he steal from the Navy?!"

For a moment, Garp was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"Ah, you mean this? My son is amazing, isn't he? Although we have different ideologies, as his father, I'm still very happy, hahaha..."

Laugh? You still have the nerve to laugh!

"You bastard, if you weren't Hero of the Marines, I would have thrown you into the Impel Down to reflect on your crimes long ago. And you still dare to laugh in front of me!"

Unexpectedly, Garp looked up at the sky and laughed more and more happily, but the clouds in his eyes gradually became blurry.

Children always go further and further away from their father's expectations, and only now does Garp truly understand this saying.

"He went to pursue the justice he sought, what could I do? But I am proud of everything he has accomplished..."

"Enough! Next, I'll punish you by sending you to the Ryugu Kingdom to escort the royal family to the World Conference. If anything goes wrong, I'll really throw you into the Impel Down!"

"This is the last thing you've kept from me, isn't it, Garp..."