Garp laughed loudly with his arms folded, his words piercing the solemn air. "When it comes down to it-isn't the reason we can uphold 'justice' that our fists are strong enough?"
"...Garp, once you leave this room, I don't want to hear anything like that again."
"Understood, understood."
Decades in the Marines had long since shown Garp enough of political maneuvering.
He knew better than anyone that so-called "justice"
had long ceased to be the pure thing that hot-blooded young recruit could have imagined.
"Contact them."
Vice Admiral Tsuru rested her interlaced fingers on the desk, her voice steady.
"If it's that young man named Rossi, he should already have his reasons ready to persuade us."
"All right. Let's hear what he has to say."
Fleet Admiral Kong picked up the communication snail on the desk.
"Connect me to Donquixote Rossi."
The brief waiting tone cut off abruptly, and the snail's facial contours gradually changed, mimicking the young man's composed expression at the other end.
"Rossi speaking."
"This is Kong!"
"Explain everything your Family has done in Dressrosa-or your Shichibukai title will be revoked immediately, and a Marine Admiral's fleet will arrive at the harbor tomorrow."
Faced with a furious rebuke that almost shattered the air, the expression on the communication snail remained entirely unchanged.
"Fleet Admiral Kong, everything we've done falls within the law."
"Deciding Dressrosa's future through victory or defeat in the arena was a method both sides agreed upon.
If necessary, I can provide a recording of the former King Riku personally acknowledging it..."
"Don't try to fob me off with that nonsense, young man!"
The Fleet Admiral's knuckles turned white from clenching, and even his ** seemed about to stand on end.
"Do you need me to cross the Red Line right now and give you