The golden light was especially blinding at that moment, a sign that a burst of speed was imminent.
"After all, I'm quite curious myself. Just how much monstrous potential does a kid who caught Golden Lion's eye have~?"
Before he finished speaking, the golden light was ready to tear across the sky. On the docks, the moment Garp heard Kizaru accept the order, the killing intent around him finally vanished completely, replaced by pure anxiety.
The yellow light had barely shot into the clouds, and the oppressive atmosphere on the docks had yet to dissipate, when another man's movement made it tense again.
Garp moved.
He said nothing and did not even glance back at his old comrades behind him.
He strode forward, each step landing on the hard stone paving with a dull thud.
His Justice Coat snapped behind him, pulled taut by the sea breeze.
Before his adjutant could give the order, Garp had already leaped onto the deck of the Dog-Head Warship.
The sturdy deck creaked under the strain the instant he landed.
"Set sail at full speed! I don't care if you blow up the boilers!"
His roar mingled with the thunderous clatter of chains. The warship cut through the waves like an enraged steel beast, charging madly eastward.
Watching the rapidly shrinking warship, Sengoku finally let his tense shoulders sag a little. He took off his glasses and rubbed between his brows wearily.
"Don't worry too much, Sengoku." A broad hand clapped his shoulder.
Zephyr's purple hair was somewhat disheveled in the sea breeze, but the steadiness in his eyes was like an anchor. "Garp might usually be a bastard, but he knows what he's doing better than anyone. Besides..."
Zephyr paused, looking toward the seemingly tranquil blue sky. A complicated smile tugged at his