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The old man in the coat first glared at Garp, who was standing beside him pretending nothing had happened, before waving at the Marine officers gathered around.
"Dismissed."
The crowd quickly withdrew.
Sengoku rubbed his temples and looked at the figure sheathing his sword amid the rubble-a black feather coat, white casual clothes, and a faint scraping sound as the blade slid into its sheath.
"Can't you stay quiet for a few days?"
"The trouble you caused at Mary Geoise during the last Reverie still hasn't been completely settled."
"I just went home for a visit and picked up a few souvenirs along the way."
The man smiled. "The Five Elders didn't say anything either, did they?"
Sengoku fell silent.
It was exactly as he said.
After discovering that there had been no casualties in the Holy Land and that only three slaves were missing, the highest authority had chosen silence.
The matter had simply been brushed aside.
What else could they do?
Declare all-out war on the Family, which was already called the pinnacle of the new era and could face veteran legends head-on?
Maintaining the balance was the first priority.
As long as the other side stayed out of the Holy Land, everything could be tolerated.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Rossi, who had drawn all three swords and fought Hawk-Eyes to a standstill, stopped moving. The lingering ripples of space-time still curled around his fingertips-a technique he had grasped from Taran.
He suddenly called out to the retreating figure.
"A Black Blade... what exactly does it take to complete one?"
For years, he had believed that as long as his Armament Haki was strong enough, his blade would naturally be tempered black.
Yet Sandai Kitetsu remained a dark blade wound with deep red patterns, unable to take