I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 010

You never know whether a new ship or Garp will arrive first. At this time, Garp is in his early thirties, in his prime, and has already reached the rank of commodore. But don’t misunderstand, commodore doesn’t mean he’s weak. He’s the only one whose strength hasn’t declined with age.

Can Garp’s vice-admiral be the same as an ordinary vice-admiral?

Look into my eyes!

Answer me, this is the man who chased Roger all over the sea when he was young!

Roger stood at the bow of the stolen battleship, docked at an island to rest.

“Kuhahaha! Rayleigh! Isn’t this ship grand enough?”

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses. “Captain, a Marine warship is naturally better.”

Jabba was prying open a wine barrel in the ship’s hold with an axe. “Who cares! Let’s have a feast first!”

Rett ran over, but with a mischievous grin. “Bad news! The Marines sent a commodore to chase us!”

The deck instantly fell silent.

Roger picked his ear. “What’s the commodore’s name?”

“Garp! They say he can punch an island to pieces!”

It was impossible for Rett not to be excited. Folks, we’re witnessing a live CP moment! Garp’s presence is everywhere in Roger’s life.

He runs, he chases, he can’t escape even with wings. Hehehehe, this is frontline stuff, folks!

A fast warship was cutting through the waves, its dog head figurehead gleaming in the sunlight.

“That’s…” Jabba squinted his eyes.

Rett’s hairs suddenly stood on end. “Why… does this ship give me such a strong sense of oppression?!”

The little person in Rett’s heart screamed wildly, “They’re here, they’re here! The Pirate King and the Hero of the Marines’ first century meeting, witnessed by me, Rett!”

[Rett’s Inner Monologue]

(Screen-swiping wildly in his mind)

Holy cow, holy cow, holy cow! It’s a live young Garp!

These muscles! This dog head ship! This nose-picking pose!

A scene that even Chapter 0 of the “One Piece” manga dared not draw, I’ve seen it! Wakakakakaka!

Rett suddenly thought of an image: “Garp rubbing a Rasengan, shouting Roger! Roger holding a Chidori, shouting Garp! The untold secrets of Uzumaki Garp and Uchiha Roger, hehehe!”

Just as Rett was wildly fantasizing in his mind, he heard his captain call him, “Little Rett, why aren’t you clamoring to go first today? This isn’t like you.”

“Ahaha, I might be feeling a bit unwell, Captain, you go ahead.” Rett scratched his head, pretending to have a stomachache.

Me? Take down Garp?

Are you saying I, a five-year-old child, should take down Garp, the future Marine hero who is thirty years old and in his prime????

Do I look like an idiot to you??

“Kuhahaha! Little Rett actually has a stomachache?” Roger laughed heartily, rubbing Rett’s head. “Could it be you’re scared?”

A vein throbbed on Rett’s forehead. “Who, who’s scared! I’m just… strategically preserving my strength!”

Rayleigh pushed up his glasses. “Oh? Then who was it yesterday yelling, ‘I want to fight ten Marine vice-admirals’?”

“That’s different!” Rett jumped up and down. “That’s Gar—”

Before he could finish, the sound of cannonballs cutting through the air suddenly came from a distance. The four of them looked up simultaneously, seeing three pitch-black cannonballs flying towards them in a ‘V’ formation.

Rett recognized this as Garp’s signature technique of throwing cannonballs by hand.

Roger, however, suddenly lifted Rett over his head. “Little Rett! It’s time to show your strategy!”

“W-wait! Roger, what are you doing— Ahhh! I’m going to die!”

Before Rett could react, he was thrown towards the cannonballs by his captain like a baseball. He flailed in the air, mist instinctively enveloping his entire body.

He drew his wooden sword in mid-air, imbuing it with Armament Haki.

I slash, slash, slash!

“Boom!”

The three cannonballs exploded consecutively in the mist. Rett was sent flying by the shockwave, smashing into the beach like a meteor, with only his two little legs twitching outside.

“Cough cough… I hate you, you bastard Roger…” A muffled curse came from the sand pile.

“Nice job!” Roger gave a thumbs up.

At this moment, the warship had already docked. A burly man in a Marine coat descended from the sky using Moonwalk, his cloak of justice flapping in the wind.

“Gol D. Roger!” Garp’s fists cracked loudly. “I am Garp, and I will bring you to justice!”

He suddenly noticed the “humanoid creature” wriggling in the sand pile. Rett just managed to struggle and pull his head out, meeting Garp’s eyes.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Garp’s eyes widened. “Pirate crews are hiring child labor now?!”

“You’re child labor! Your whole family is child labor!” Rett jumped up, covered in sand. “I’m the ‘Ghost in the Mist’ with a bounty of 50 million! You’re chasing the Roger Pirates, and you don’t even recognize the Roger Pirates’ members? Are you looking down on me, you bastard?!”

Garp’s expression changed from shock to confusion, finally settling on a strange excitement. “Interesting! Kid, do you want to join the Marines? Free food and lodging, and—”

“No!” Rett said flatly.

Garp scratched his head. “Oh, you don’t want to? That’s a shame!”

He suddenly reacted. “I’m here to arrest people! Arresting you to be a Marine is the same!”

“Iron Fist: Meteor!”

Rett was stunned. Bro, when you were young, if you didn’t agree, you just snatched them? Oh my god.

A pitch-black Armament Haki fist came smashing with a whooshing sound. Rett’s hair stood on end in fright, and he instantly elementalized into mist.

“Mist Escape: Feigned Death Technique!”

Rett’s loud shout came from the thick mist. “Uncle Rayleigh, help! This old man is playing for real!”

Rayleigh reluctantly drew his sword to block Garp. “Captain, our little kid’s mouth is as powerful as ever.”

Roger, however, laughed so hard he slapped his thighs. “Kuhahaha! Isn’t he full of spirit?!”

Garp’s fist suddenly changed direction, smashing towards Roger, who was watching the show. “I’ll deal with you, the bastard who’s corrupting children, first!”

“Divine Departure!”

The shockwave from the collision of the two figures overturned half the beach. Rett took the opportunity to roll to Jabba’s feet. “Brother Jabba! Quickly use your invincible double axes to think of something!”

Jabba calmly took a puff from his cigarette. “What are you afraid of? You’re a Logia.”

“But that’s Garp!” Rett gestured wildly. “He fights Logia users like he’s fighting his own son! When I’m in front of him, he treats fighting me like child’s play.”

As if to confirm this statement, Garp’s loud laughter came from a distance. “The kid’s right!” He was seen grabbing the sword energy unleashed by Rayleigh with his bare hands, throwing it back at Roger in the sky like a boomerang.

Rett (艹皿艹): He’s cheating! Can sword energy be thrown back? You’re not even pretending anymore, are you? Damn author, look at this!

Rett hugged his head and squatted down. “It’s over, it’s over, this old man is cheating…”

Jabba suddenly grabbed Rett by the back of his collar. “Come on, I’ll take you to a good place.”

Ten minutes later, in the Marine warship’s kitchen.

“This is the good place you were talking about?!” Rett stared wide-eyed, hugging an entire roasted turkey.

Jabba had already pried open a wine barrel. “You need to eat your fill to have the strength to run.”

The ship’s cabin suddenly shook violently, and dust sprinkled down from the ceiling. Garp’s roar could vaguely be heard: “Roger! Pay for my warship’s mast!”

Rett paused his action of stuffing a drumstick into his mouth. “Should we go help…”

“Relax.” Jabba poured him a glass of juice. “Our captain won’t be defeated that easily, will he?”

“…You have a point.”

After they had eaten their fill, they moved the Marines who were lying on the ground. Don’t misunderstand, Rett didn’t kill anyone; they were all knocked out by Conqueror’s Haki. At this time, Garp’s ship didn’t have very powerful people yet.

It could be said that Garp’s combat power was in a cliff-like decline at this time. In the future, when Garp becomes a Vice-Admiral and has Bogard and the hot-blooded young Kuzan on his ship, it will be even harder to fight.