The pinnacle of the navy! It all started when Garp captured him Chapter 028

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Above the clouds of the East China Sea, the wind whistled past my ears like a blade.

Roy’s figure flickered in the endless teleportation, and each flash tore a light blue afterimage in the air, as if it had also cut the sky in half.

“Kuina’s sacrifice… in the final analysis, was it just to stimulate Zoro’s sword consciousness and become the nourishment for the so-called ‘Joey Boy Followers’?”

The voice was low, as if coming from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, with a hint of sarcasm and helplessness.

Looking through the layers of clouds, it seems as if one can see through the threads of fate and see the trajectories that have already been woven.

“And now, Luffy has been taken away from the East China Sea by me, away from the stage that ‘fate’ has prepared for him…”

The strong wind swept through the clouds, tearing at the hems of the clothes and lifting up the fluttering battle robe.

Roy’s pupils shrank slightly, and a deep light flashed in his eyes: “But that man…is not someone who will stop because of this.”

Naval Headquarters, Office of the Marshal.

The sun is shining outside the window, but the house is filled with tension.

Garp was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, leisurely, holding a large bag of senbei in his arms, chewing them with a loud “crunch, crunch” sound, and the crumbs were scattered all over the table.

Veins bulged on Zhan Guo’s forehead and the pen in his hand was almost broken.

He tried hard to control his emotions and continued to review the pile of documents.

finally–

“Bang!”

A booger hit Zhan Guo’s document accurately.

“Karp!!!”

Zhan Guo slammed the table and stood up, his roar making the windows buzz, “If you have nothing to do, get out and go on a mission!!!”

Garp lazily scratched his ears and smiled nonchalantly: “Let the younger generation have the chance~”

Zhan Guo was so angry that his teeth were itching. Just as he was about to continue roaring, the Den Den Mushi on the table suddenly started to ring “Bulu Bulu”.

Zhan Guo took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and answered the Den Den Mushi: “This is Zhan Guo.”

The Den Den Mushi transformed into Roy’s appearance, but the image flickered from time to time, and it was obvious that he was moving at high speed.

“Marshal Zhan Guo, I need to report to you~”

Roy’s voice came through intermittently, with a familiar sense of ease.

Zhan Guo frowned slightly: “What’s the matter? Aren’t you in the East China Sea now?”

“Yes~”

Roy’s voice was still cheerful. “I’ve spotted two very good kendo talents, but… they might have to have a small conflict with someone~”

Zhan Guo was slightly stunned. Is there any character in the East China Sea worthy of Roy’s report?

As soon as he finished speaking, an idea flashed in his mind, his pupils suddenly contracted, he stood up abruptly, and his voice suddenly rose: “You are not talking about – red hair?!”

Garp, who had a lazy look on his face, straightened up instantly, his eyes became sharp, and senbei fell all over the floor.

In the Den Den Mushi, Roy’s image flickered, and he said with a smile: “Yes, I might fight with Red Hair, but don’t worry, even if I can’t beat him, I can run fast~”

Garp snatched the Den Den Mushi and asked anxiously, “Do you want me to come over?”

Roy on the other end of the Den Den Mushi chuckled, “No, it’ll all be over by the time you get here, old man.”

Zhan Guo’s expression became serious, he pondered for a while, and finally sighed: “If possible, try not to fight too hard, the peace in the East China Sea is rare now.”

“Understood.” Roy’s voice was crisp and clear.

“Beep——” the Den Den Mushi hung up and the office fell into a brief silence.

Karp then threw his head back and laughed: “You’re quite courageous, little brat!”

Zhan Guo rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly: “I hope it won’t cause too much noise…”

Garp suddenly scratched his head, his eyes flickering slightly: “But… Shanks is also a member of Roger’s crew… If we really run into him, it won’t be easy.”

Upon hearing this, Zhan Guo’s brows tightened even more and he looked deeply at the horizon outside the window.

Under the dim light, thick documents were piled on the desk, and on top was a red file marked “Highest Alert”.

Zhan Guo’s fingers slowly stroked the gold-plated words on the parchment –

“Red Hair Pirates Captain “Red Hair” Shanks”

Bounty: 849 million Baileys (Red Hair had just ventured into the New World in 1509, but he was already a famous pirate. I can’t find the exact bounty, so I set it up privately~)

Origin: Former trainee of Roger Pirates Danger level: S

Garp stood by the window, and instead of eating senbei, he crossed his arms and stared at the star map of the East China Sea.

His voice was low and solemn: “The little devils on Roger’s ship… are now hoisting their own flags.”

Zhan Guo pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting cold light: “In just a few years, he went from being a nobody to shaking the new world. His crew——”

The files were flipped, revealing subsequent information——

Deputy Captain “Ben Beckman” – a genius whose IQ surpasses that of the Navy Strategic Staff.

Sniper “Jesus Bu”——a legendary gunman who never misses a shot.

The combatant “Laki Lu” is a monster that uses its fat body to perform super-fast physical techniques.

Garp suddenly sneered: “This configuration is like a deliberate reproduction of the Roger Pirates of the past.”

Zhan Guo’s pen drew a circle around the words “Roger Crew”: “The most troublesome thing is… Shanks himself.”

He pulled up another battle report—

“Grand Line Encounter”

Description: Shanks did not draw his sword, but only released his Conqueror’s Haki, causing 300 elite navy soldiers to faint instantly.

Garp’s knuckles cracked. “Conqueror’s Haki… the same ‘king’s qualities’ as Roger.”

Zhan Guo closed the file and said in a voice as hard as iron: “According to the analysis of the Navy’s scientific forces, the purity of his Haki is comparable to that of Whitebeard at his peak. If we let it go…”

He didn’t finish, but Garp knew the rest of the sentence –

“The seeds of another “One Piece” are sprouting…”

Outside the window, heavy rain suddenly poured down, as if foreshadowing the strong winds and huge waves that were about to rise in the East China Sea.

Heavy rain lashed the windows, and the office fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, Garp’s rough laugh broke the solemn atmosphere: “Come to think of it, a year ago, that kid was at the training ground…”

The eyes behind the Zhan Guo lenses flashed, and his tense shoulders relaxed unconsciously.

He stroked his pen unconsciously: “Indeed… that child’s control of power has clearly surpassed the scope of a candidate for admiral.”

Ever since Roy wiped out seven supernova gangs in a row, the Five Elders’ attitude towards the Navy has become noticeably warmer.

Garp laughed and put his feet on the desk: “Not to mention the development level of his perverted fruit, and he may not be able to have a fight with Red Hair…”

Sengoku obviously knew what Garp was referring to. The curtains in the Marshal’s office moved automatically without wind, and the “Justice That Reigns Over the World” cloak behind Sengoku fluttered slightly.

He suddenly slammed Shanks’ file shut.

“Herald!”

The messenger wearing a Den Den Mushi helmet immediately pushed the door open.

“Additional order in the name of the Marshal: Allow Admiral Roy to take all necessary measures in the East China Sea. If a conflict occurs with the Red Hair Pirates…”

A sharp light flashed in Zhan Guo’s eyes, “No need to hold back.”

Garp blew a loud whistle and threw the senbei crumbs onto the document that Sengoku had just reviewed: “That’s more like it! A new era should use a new way of fighting!”

When the messenger left in a hurry, Zhan Guo looked at the storm outside the window.

Once upon a time, I, who always insisted on “steady justice”, would now take the initiative to issue such an order.

“Since the moment Roy came out of nowhere, many things have changed…”

In the rain, the lighthouse of Marinford suddenly shone brightly, projecting the two huge words “Navy” above the clouds.

This beam of light that penetrates the rainstorm is just like the navy’s current sharp posture.

At this time in the East China Sea, Windmill Village, Makino’s Tavern.

As night falls, the wooden tavern becomes bustling under the yellowish light.

“cheers!”

The members of the Red Hair Pirates were toasting each other and laughing loudly. The wooden table was filled with gnawed meat bones and half-empty wine jars.

“Hey! Lachi, I saw that piece of meat first!”

“Hahaha! Jesus, have you missed your son recently?”

“Don’t even think about it. My son is not as fun as taking risks!”

“Hahaha!!!”

The place was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the aroma of ale and the smell of pirates’ sweat.

Shanks, however, sat alone at the bar, his fingertips gently stroking the wine glass that had been empty for a long time, his brows slightly furrowed.

His gaze passed through the bustling crowd and fell on the corner of the tavern – it was an empty corner with only a small dusty wooden stool standing there alone.

Beckman came over with a cigarette in his mouth, the silver lighter flipping between his fingers, sparks occasionally flickering.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been feeling uneasy since you landed.”

Shanks’s gaze still lingered on the wooden bench as he whispered, “I don’t know… I feel like someone is missing here.”

Beckman raised an eyebrow: “What’s missing?”

Shanks’ fingers tapped the rim of the cup unconsciously, and the crisp sound seemed to tap into his heart: “It’s like… the person who should be here is gone now.”

Beckman fell silent for a rare moment, and then exhaled a puff of smoke after a long while.

“You rarely show this expression.”

Shanks chuckled and then shook his head: “Maybe it’s an illusion…”

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the coastline. A small orange figure sat alone on the reef, letting the waves hit his ankles and the sea breeze ruffled his long pink hair.

Wuta hugged his knees, his eyes fixed on the distant sea horizon, with a hint of loneliness on the corners of his lips: “How strange…”

She reached out and gently pressed her chest, where she felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

“Everyone is here, but why do I feel like someone very important is missing?”

Bursts of hearty laughter came from the tavern in the distance, accompanied by the sound of glasses clinking.

Uta turned his head and looked there, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

She seemed to see the boy in the straw hat, laughing wildly, singing and laughing with her.

But now, that smile seemed to be blown away by the wind, and nothing could hold on to it.

“Uta! It’s time to come back for dinner!”

Jesus was waving from a distance, his voice drifting across the sea breeze.

Uta stood up slowly, her skirt fluttering in the sea breeze.

She looked back at the empty beach and whispered to herself, “Why is that?”