If those words had been spoken ten minutes earlier, everyone would have taken them as a joke.
But after he had just slashed Akainu into the sea, they became the distinctive flair of the strong.
Sengoku opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to lecture him about making sensible use of resources, but when he saw the excited red glow still lingering in Lin Xuan's eyes, he swallowed his words.
This was a pure battle maniac.
Talking to someone like him about efficiency was like talking to a brick wall.
"Since that's your choice, I won't say any more." Sengoku rubbed his throbbing temples, glanced at the ruined harbor, and sighed helplessly. "But now that your ability has been exposed, you'll probably have no shortage of trouble in the New World."
"We'll deal with that when it happens."
Lin Xuan suddenly swayed, and the imposing presence he had been forcing himself to maintain vanished instantly.
The side effects of his fading adrenaline began to show. The searing pain in his left shoulder, where flesh and skin had been burned through, returned with redoubled force. Coupled with the dizziness from overtaxing his Spiritual Pressure, it left him seeing double.
"More importantly... old man."
Lin Xuan turned to Garp beside him, his voice weary. "I exceeded the target, didn't I? Can I go back to sleep now? That fight made me hungry."
"Also, the beds on that warship are too hard. I want a soft bed like the ones at Makino's tavern."
Watching the boy who had been so overbearing moments earlier now complain about being tired and hungry like a spoiled grandson, the tense Navy soldiers exchanged looks. The atmosphere inexplicably relaxed a little.
"You little brat! Already thinking about slacking off after beating an Admiral?"
Garp vigorously ruffled Lin Xuan's hair with