Boer lightly clapped his hands.
The sound was quiet, yet carried a strange penetrating power that drew everyone's attention to him.
"Luffy."
His voice was calm and gentle:
"Don't move for a bit. Let me control your body and feel what it's like."
Before Luffy could answer, he suddenly felt as though his control over his body had been cut off.
It was a peculiar sensation. His consciousness was still there, as were his senses. He could see, hear, and think, but his body no longer obeyed him. It was like being trapped in a transparent cage, watching everything outside through its bars.
Under Boer's control, Luffy slowly turned his head.
His eyes turned toward the shoreline-where a tall figure was approaching along the beach.
The sea breeze had tousled his gray-white hair, and a broad Marine cloak billowed behind him. The instant he saw his two grandsons, however, the expression on his wrinkled face shifted, and he couldn't help sighing.
Garp.
He stood at a distance, watching Luffy and Ace laughing and joking, watching those two brats who had no idea how vast the world was, watching the carefree smiles on their faces.
That sigh was soft, yet carried an old man's complicated feelings.
A deep blue arc of electricity flashed past.
The next second, Boer and the other three had appeared before Garp.
Boer held Carina in one arm-the pure white snow fox poked her head out of the crook of his arm, her fluffy ears standing tall as her pale blue fox eyes curiously studied the legendary old man.
Even she understood the weight this old man carried in this world.
The Hero of the Marines. Iron Fist Garp. The man who had spent over half his life chasing the Pirate King.
Carina's tail swayed involuntarily, whether