Before the Dog-Head Warship had fully docked, Aaron Ball drifted like a weightless feather onto the legendary vessel's foredeck, watched by countless awed, curious, or nervous eyes at the port.
The moment he landed, Boer raised his head and looked up at the figure standing before him like a monument to the Marines.
Monkey D. Garp. Time had not yet turned his hair entirely white. His short, gray-and-black hair stood on end, and he wore only a standard Marine shirt beneath a coat embroidered with the word "Justice," his arms folded.
His nearly three-meter frame seemed anything but clumsy. Instead, it held the honed strength of a beast ready to erupt at any moment. In Boer's Extrasensory Vision-
The sheer magnitude, heat, and purity of the "life magnetic field" radiating from the old man far surpassed those of any powerhouse he had encountered before!
Garp's magnetic field was like an endlessly burning sun containing world-destroying energy! Warm, vast, and unfathomable.
"Oh-ho-ho!" Garp's booming laughter could almost scatter the clouds overhead. His eyes lit up as though he had spotted an interesting toy.
"You've got guts, brat! I can barely remember the last pirate who dared jump onto my bow like this! His bones are probably at the bottom of the sea by now! Hahaha!"
Boer immediately raised both hands in an innocent gesture of surrender, narrowing his azure eyes slightly. "Hey, hey, Vice Admiral Garp, I can't let that stand. I'm a legally appointed earl of the Kingdom of Bernia, a noble of one of the World Government Member States, and a perfectly law-abiding citizen. That's blatant slander. I'll file a complaint with the World Government!"
His tone was half-serious, half-joking as he tried to sound out the true purpose behind this "Hero of the Marines'" sudden visit.
"Huh?! Forgot,