Garp: You Damned Afro, You Set Me Up!

How much time is left?

"This disease is called Azure Scale Disease, which is an extremely rare incurable disease. In my more than 30 years of medical practice, this is the first time I have seen such a patient."

"Once exposed to sunlight, the patient's skin will develop abnormal bluish-green crystals, and even if natural light is blocked, the condition will not last more than ten years..."

The white-haired old doctor shook his head helplessly. Opposite him stood a tall, burly man wearing a spotted hat, his face showing worry.

"Is there really no other way?"

"Alas, my knowledge of this disease comes entirely from some information I stumbled upon about the Azure Scale Disease when I was young, as for the cure..."

The doctor shook his head helplessly. Xiong's eyelids drooped, revealing a deep sense of urgency. How could he watch that child, that little girl who called him father, the one he had entrusted with his life, die?

"There is still hope. There are still eight years left. Do you know which doctors might have treatment options available..."

As he walked out of the clinic, Bartholomew Xiong clutched the note tightly in his hand, as if grasping at the last vestige of hope that was slipping away from him.

On the seats in the corridor, two delicate little feet wobbled slightly. Upon seeing the burly figure, they immediately jumped up from their seats with joy.

"Dad, I'm ten years old. When I'm ten, my illness will be cured, right?"

"Yes, Bonney, you should spend every day happily, so you can recover from your illness faster!"

Silently burying the truth in his heart, Bartholomew Bear smiled gently and warmly, as if it were indeed true, repeating it to himself again, trying to make himself more convinced.

Over the past three years, I have traveled to half of the world's largest and smallest countries, and countless renowned doctors have been unable to diagnose the illness. Only now have I been able to find a few scattered clues.

This is ultimately a good thing. Half of the countries have not yet confirmed it. In another three years, we should be able to find doctors or methods that can treat Azure Scale Disease.

Glug glug...

"Dad, I'm hungry! Shall we go eat right away?"

"Let's go, Bonney, what would you like to eat?"

"The hamburgers, fries, and the pasta I had the day before yesterday were all so delicious, and there was so much more..."

The burly figure smiled gently, took the little girl's hand and listened quietly before disappearing into the bustling crowd.

No one knew that this burly man, who was mild-mannered and polite, was a former Revolutionary Army cadre who was listed as a dangerous element by the World Government.

On the harbor shore, Xiong, disguised as an ordinary person going out to sea, inadvertently glanced into the distance and saw a royal ship sailing away in the distance, escorted by several naval warships.

"The kingdom's fleet, escorted by the navy, is the World Conference about to begin again?"

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, Bonney, let's go, we're going to jump to the next island."

"Oh!"

Sizzle

Transparent air bubbles appeared in the air, and with Bonney's excited expression, the two headed to the next kingdom known for its medical practices.

Several months later, the quadrennial World Conference officially opened in Mariejois.

Of the more than 170 countries in the World Government, at least one-third of the kings traveled to the World Conference under the escort of the navy.

The Holy Land, Mariejois.

"What have you done? I sent you to escort the king, and you didn't even bring back an empty ship! What's going on, Garp!"

"Hey, Sengoku, this has nothing to do with me. It's King Neptune of the Ryugu Kingdom who is temporarily unwilling to attend. His wife Queen Otohime, unfortunately passed away some time ago, and the whole country is currently in mourning."

Hearing this, Sengoku's anger subsided considerably, and he then tossed a stack of documents to him.

"You've been chosen to be in charge of maintaining the World Government's fairness and impartiality, and to represent the Navy in maintaining order. You must remain impartial no matter what, understand?"

After saying these meaningful words, Sengoku turned and left, leaving Garp feeling puzzled.

"What kind of tricks is Sengoku up to? Chairing meetings has never been his job. What do you know, Tsuru?"

"Well, you'll see for yourself. Sengoku doesn't cause trouble for others for no reason."

The white-haired Vice Admiral Tsuru held a teacup in his hand. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he thought it best to leave this matter to Garp to handle himself.

After all, in this matter, whether in public or private, there is no one more suitable to handle it than him; he is the most suitable candidate.

"Seriously, they're all keeping everyone in suspense. People who play tricks are all wicked!"

Indignant and unable to resist grumbling a few times, Garp, with his head held high and chest out, picked up the documents and swaggered into the conference room under the watchful eyes of the naval soldiers, just as the World Conference World Conference was about to begin.

"Greetings, Your Majesties, Kings of the World Government Member Nations. During the World Conference, everyone is equal and can speak freely... That's the gist of it..."

"On behalf of the Navy and the World Government, I will uphold fairness and justice. Let's begin!"

As he sat down in the main seat, Garp's expression was solemn, but he was secretly cursing in his heart.

"I'd like to see what tricks you're up to. You think these kings from the Sengoku are coming after me?"

As each suggestion was passed, the previously wary Garp became drowsy. This kind of meeting was really not suitable for him; he still longed for the happy times when he fought freely on the high seas with Roger.

Just as Garp was about to fall into a deep sleep, a sudden voice rang out, instantly jolting Garp out of his drowsiness.

"Your Majesties, I wonder if you have ever heard of the name ' Revolutionary Army '? Perhaps in a few years, it will be our greatest adversary, and may even become the enemy of the World Government."

Who? Who's talking about the Revolutionary Army!

Garp quickly raised his head, subconsciously looking left and right, and finally his gaze fell on the current king of the Ilusia Kingdom, Shuenda Lucas.

He pulled out a headshot; although the face in the photo had changed slightly, Garp could still recognize it at a glance.

"Please look, everyone. This is the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dragon. The Revolutionary Army has already overthrown the rule of several kingdoms. It is said that the predecessor of the Revolutionary Army, the Freedom Fighters, even threatened the former king of the Sorbet Kingdom to reclaim the throne..."

"If we allow this spark of threat to our dominance to spread unchecked, it will one day become a threat that the world cannot ignore. I wonder if the World Government has any countermeasures in place?"

Realizing the threat posed by the Revolutionary Army, the far-sighted kings all turned their attention to Garp, making him sweat profusely.

"Damn Sengoku, you tricked me!"

While inwardly roaring with rage, Garp outwardly continued to try and salvage the situation, uttering a vicious curse.

"That damn afro!!!"