Koshiro stared at Lorne for a while, then slowly rose from the tatami.
He pushed open the wooden door to the side and stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.
"Rear Admiral, since you already know, please come with me."
Lorne followed him. They passed through a wooden corridor, the floorboards creaking softly beneath their feet.
After rounding several ornamental rock formations, they came upon a secluded rear courtyard.
Beneath an ancient tree, a tall figure stood with his back to them.
He wore a dark green cloak, its hood hiding most of his face, leaving only the strange red tattoo on his jaw exposed.
It was Monkey D. Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army, who would later be called the world's most heinous criminal by the World Government.
Without a trace of fear, Lorne walked straight to the stone table, pulled out a stone stool, and sat down.
He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of clear tea, his movements natural.
"Mr. Dragon, what a coincidence, meeting you in a remote place like the East Blue."
Lorne raised his teacup and gently blew on the steam.
Monkey D. Dragon turned around, his eyes beneath the hood as deep as the sea as he quietly studied the rising Marine star before him.
"The young man old Garp brought back to headquarters certainly has extraordinary courage."
Dragon walked over and sat at the table, his voice low and powerful.
"News of your victory over Doflamingo has already spread across the seas."
Lorne took a sip of tea and curled his lip.
"That pink turkey was too weak. Fighting him wasn't satisfying at all."
"Old Garp really has raised an incredible monster."
Meanwhile, in the Room of Authority in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
Bright light streamed through