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The doors to the Fleet Admiral's office burst open.
"GARP!"
The slam echoed through the room as Sengoku stormed inside, coat flaring behind him, veins already bulging on his forehead.
And there—
Sitting comfortably on the couch like nothing in the world mattered—
Garp.
Finger deep in his nose.
Digging.
Calmly.
Casually.
Like Marineford wasn't preparing for the largest war in decades.
Sengoku froze for half a second.
"…You have got to be kidding me."
Garp glanced up lazily.
"Oh, you're back."
Sengoku snapped.
"DON'T 'OH YOU'RE BACK' ME!"
The entire office rattled as Sengoku slammed both hands onto his desk.
"You went to attack an Emperor, AN EMPEROR while we are preparing to go to war with another Emperor in TWO DAYS!"
Garp pulled his finger out, flicking whatever he found off to the side like it was of no consequence.
"…Yeah."
Sengoku's eye twitched violently.
"YEAH?! THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!"
Garp leaned back slightly, stretching his arms.
"I got the kid back, didn't I?"
That stopped Sengoku.
For a moment.
"…You did?"
His tone dropped, but only slightly.
Garp nodded.
"Yeah."
Sengoku's shoulders loosened just a fraction.
Then immediately tightened again.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
His voice exploded again.
"I'M GOING TO PERSONALLY DRAG THAT BOY THROUGH EVERY SINGLE REGULATION HE BROKE—"
Garp cut him off.
"He's not here."
Silence.
Sengoku's eyes narrowed slowly.
"…Explain."
Garp scratched his head.
"Well…"
A pause.
Then casually—
"He went off with his brother."
Sengoku blinked.
"…His what."
Garp shrugged.
"Brother. Some red-haired guy. A Holy Knight."
Another pause.
Longer this time.
Sengoku didn't speak.
Didn't move.
Just stared.
"…Say that again."
Garp sighed.
"I said he went with his brother. A Holy Knight. Name's Shamrock."
Something in Sengoku's expression shifted.
Not anger.
Not confusion.
Recognition.
"…So it's true."
His voice dropped completely.
Flat.
Garp glanced at him.
"You knew?"
Sengoku exhaled slowly, turning away as he walked back behind his desk.
"I didn't know."
He sat down heavily.
"…But I suspected."
Garp frowned slightly.
Sengoku leaned back, eyes closing for a brief moment.
"Orders from the Holy Land… out of nowhere… telling us to stop his execution…"
His fingers tapped lightly against the desk.
"…A boy with no clear lineage suddenly becoming the center of attention…"
His eyes opened again.
Sharp.
"…And now a Holy Knight personally comes to retrieve him."
A bitter chuckle escaped him.
"…It fits too well."
Garp crossed his arms.
"So he's really one of them, huh."
Sengoku didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he stared at the ceiling.
"…A Celestial Dragon."
The words felt heavy.
Unwelcome.
"…Of all the possibilities…"
He exhaled again, this time slower.
"…I was hoping it wasn't true."
Garp tilted his head slightly.
"Why?"
Sengoku's gaze hardened.
"Because men like that…"
He paused.
"…Don't belong in the Marines."
Silence filled the room.
Garp didn't respond right away.
Instead, he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
"…That kid's not like them."
Sengoku didn't look at him.
"That doesn't matter."
His tone was firm.
"Bloodlines matter in this world, Garp. Whether we like it or not."
Garp scoffed.
"Yeah? Then what does that say about Ace?"
Sengoku's jaw tightened.
"…Don't."
But Garp didn't stop.
"He's Roger's son. And look where that got him."
Silence.
Thick.
Sengoku's hands clenched slightly.
"…That's exactly my point."
His voice lowered.
"Bloodlines decide how the world sees you… before you even get a chance to prove otherwise."
He looked at Garp now.
"And Tenjin just became something far more complicated than a Marine Captain."
Garp leaned back again, expression unreadable.
"…He didn't look too bothered."
Sengoku scoffed lightly.
"Of course he wasn't."
He shook his head.
"That boy doesn't understand the weight of what he is yet."
A pause.
"…But he will."
Outside, the distant sound of marching Marines echoed faintly.
The war was coming.
And now—
Another problem had just been added to it.
Sengoku leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly.
"…A Celestial Dragon… raised outside the Holy Land… trained as a Marine…"
He muttered under his breath.
"…This is going to become a disaster."
Garp grinned slightly.
"…Or something interesting."
Sengoku shot him a glare.
"This is not the time to be excited, Garp."
Garp just laughed.
But even in that laughter—
There was something else.
Something thoughtful.
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The Holy Land of Mariejois stood untouched by the chaos of the seas.
White stone stretched endlessly under a golden sky, polished walkways gleaming beneath the feet of those who ruled the world. The air itself felt different here. Clean, quiet… detached.
Tenjin walked through it all with clenched fists.
His eyes moved constantly.
Left. Right. Ahead.
Searching.
Gunko walked beside him, her pace calm, composed, completely unfazed by the tension radiating off him.
"…You're wasting your time."
Tenjin didn't respond.
His eyes kept scanning.
Gunko continued, tone flat.
"You're looking for slaves, aren't you."
That made him stop.
Just slightly.
"…What if I am."
Gunko didn't even look at him.
"Then you should stop."
Her voice carried no emotion.
"You don't have Haki. You wouldn't be able to break their chains even if you found them."
Silence.
Tenjin's jaw tightened.
"…You say that like it doesn't matter."
Gunko finally glanced at him.
"To me, it doesn't."
Her gaze was empty.
"Humans are no more than insects. Whether they are chained or free makes no difference."
Tenjin's anger snapped.
"You people are sick."
His voice rose, echoing slightly in the vast hallway.
"Monsters. Every single one of you. The way you treat people like they're nothing, like they're not even alive—"
Gunko didn't react.
Not even a flicker.
"You speak as if you are separate from us."
That made him pause.
Then she added—
"You are a Celestial Dragon as well."
Tenjin's expression darkened immediately.
"…Don't lump me in with you."
Gunko's lips curved faintly.
"A denial doesn't change blood."
Tenjin stepped closer, eyes burning.
"I am NOTHING like you people."
Gunko simply looked forward again.
"Then you are the exception among insects who believe they are different."
Tenjin exhaled sharply, forcing himself to look away before he did something reckless.
Again.
"…Just shut up."
Gunko didn't respond.
They continued walking.
The deeper they went, the more lavish everything became.
Massive pillars. Endless halls. Doors that looked like they belonged to kings of old.
Then—
They stopped.
A large set of doors stood before them.
Polished.
Imposing.
Gunko stepped forward and knocked.
Knock. Knock.
A voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Gunko opened the doors.
And Tenjin saw it.
Two women.
Barely clothed.
Chains around their ankles and necks.
Their heads lowered as they knelt beside a seated man… their hands moving carefully as they massaged his shoulders.
The room was silent.
Peaceful.
Like this was normal.
Gunko stepped in first and bowed slightly.
"Supreme Commander."
Her tone carried proper respect now.
"Saint Figarland Garling."
Tenjin didn't bow.
Didn't speak.
Didn't think.
He moved.
In an instant—
He was in front of the man.
His fist shot forward.
Fast.
Sharp.
Filled with everything he had been holding back since stepping foot in this place.
"I SAID—!"
His punch never landed.
Garling caught it.
Effortlessly with one hand.
The impact died in his palm like it meant nothing.
Tenjin's eyes widened slightly.
Garling looked at him.
Calm.
Amused.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as smoke curled lazily from the cigar between his fingers.
"…So this is him."
His voice was deep. Controlled.
"Quite the rebellious one."
Tenjin tried to push forward, but it didn't matter.
It was like punching a wall.
Garling tilted his head slightly, studying him.
"…Did seeing them make you angry?"
His gaze flicked briefly toward the chained women.
Then back.
Tenjin's teeth clenched.
"Let them go."
His voice was low.
Dangerous.
"Or I'll kill you."
For a moment—
Silence.
Then—
Garling chuckled.
Softly.
Like he had just heard something amusing.
"…You have spirit."
He released Tenjin's fist.
Just like that.
"Very well."
Garling leaned back slightly in his chair, completely at ease.
"I have no problem with that."
Tenjin blinked—
Caught off guard for just a fraction of a second.
But before he could react—
Garling spoke again.
Calm.
Authoritative.
"And since you've come all this way…"
He took a slow drag from his cigar.
"…I suppose introductions are in order."
A thin trail of smoke left his lips as his eyes locked onto Tenjin.
"Saint Figarland Garling."
A pause.
Then—
"…Your father."
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