Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Warring States Are Furious!

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Inside the Fleet Admiral’s office, Sengoku paced restlessly, unable to calm his nerves, his furrowed brow betraying his anxiety. His agitation left Garp, Aokiji, and the others nearby in a state of unease.

“Sengoku, would you stop pacing already? If you’re worried about that guy, just call and ask him,” Garp said from the sofa, stuffing yet another donut into his mouth from the table before him.

Aokiji and Akainu, lounging on the sofa, were pretending to nap but Garp’s grumbling roused them. They looked at him in confusion.

“I have a bad feeling about this. I sense something might go wrong with Kizaru’s mission,” Sengoku said, stopping to lean on his desk.

Brrr... brrr... brrr...

No sooner had he voiced his concern than the Den Den Mushi’s distinctive ring sounded urgently beside him.

The sudden noise startled everyone in the room. Sengoku picked up the Den Den Mushi and spoke, “Who is this? Sengoku speaking.”

“F-Fleet Admiral Sengoku, it’s Sentomaru. The mission has failed.” Sentomaru’s voice was hoarse and weak, as if he might collapse at any moment. He was, in fact, badly injured—Kamayo’s kick had broken several of his ribs, a blow neither light nor unbearable, but certainly not one he could withstand.

Though Sentomaru’s voice was feeble, the four in the room heard him clearly. Garp and the others sprang to their feet and hurried to the Den Den Mushi, dreading further bad news. Alas, fate was cruel.

“And... Admiral Kizaru has fallen in battle!”

Clatter!

The Den Den Mushi slipped from Sengoku’s grasp and crashed onto the desk. All four were stunned, unable to believe what they’d just heard. Garp’s face twisted in disbelief; he knew Luffy was there, but it couldn’t possibly have been Luffy’s crew—they lacked the strength. Could it be...?

A name flashed in his mind—Rayleigh. But he hesitated. Rayleigh was old now, his strength much diminished. Even if Kizaru couldn’t defeat him, escaping safely should have been easy. Garp knew Rayleigh’s fighting style well; he was no real threat to Kizaru’s life. So how had he died?

Sengoku’s face darkened, an oppressive air settling over the room. He picked up the Den Den Mushi again and demanded, “What happened? Explain yourself! I don’t believe Garp’s grandson could have killed Kizaru.”

Sengoku nearly roared the words, his fury barely contained. He’d suspected this mission might be dangerous, but never dreamed Kizaru would lose his life on Sabaody Archipelago. He never believed any of those rookie pirates could have taken Kizaru down.

“It wasn’t them, F-Fleet Admiral. It was the Yonko, Elros D. Kamayo. And... he killed a Celestial Dragon too.”

Sentomaru’s voice trembled. Kamayo’s kick had broken several ribs, and when he dragged his wounded body back to the battlefield, he found only scraps of Kizaru’s clothing on the ground—the admiral himself had vanished. The enormous crater told the rest of the story: the Yonko Elros D. Kamayo had killed Admiral Kizaru.

“What?!”

Sengoku’s voice rose to a deafening pitch, echoing through the entire Marine Headquarters. All the marines on the island turned their eyes toward his office, bewildered by the commotion.

“What was that guy doing there? Explain yourself—what exactly happened?” Sengoku forced himself to calm down, trying to keep his voice even.

When Garp and the others heard Kamayo’s name, their hearts sank. Kamayo’s overwhelming strength had already sapped their will to oppose him. His appearance made it seem as though the world itself was about to change.

“It seems that Olvia from the Straw Hat crew is his mother,” Sentomaru said, still uncertain. He’d heard Kamayo call Olvia his mother, but according to the rumors, Kamayo was supposed to be an orphan.

Sengoku and the others exchanged glances at this news. Kamayo’s mother was Olvia?

Suddenly, the four seemed to realize something—they all pictured Nico Robin at the same time, and with a look, they confirmed their suspicion.

“Very well. Finish up there and come back,” Sengoku said, his tone subdued. The news about Kamayo had left him reeling.

“Yes, Fleet Admiral!”

Click.

Sengoku set the Den Den Mushi aside and sank into his chair, lost in thought. Garp and the others returned to their seats, waiting for Sengoku’s orders.

Elros D. Kamayo—this was the second time he’d slain a Celestial Dragon, and under nearly identical circumstances. Was he deliberately provoking the world’s nobles? And now he’d killed a Marine Admiral.

“Aokiji, Akainu, Garp—issue the order. Mobilize every soldier under your command, deploy all our warships, and set sail for Amazon Lily. This time, that island must be wiped from the map.” Sengoku’s voice was cold as frost. He was determined—he refused to believe that with hundreds of thousands of marines and over a thousand warships, Amazon Lily could withstand them. Kamayo would surely appear to defend it, and with all the Navy’s strength gathered, they would destroy him.

“It’s time I joined the fight myself. I refuse to believe we can’t kill that bastard Kamayo with all our might!” With that, Sengoku slammed his fists onto the desk, reducing it to a pile of splinters with a thunderous crash.

His words shocked Garp and the others—this was a Sengoku who had made up his mind.

“All right, we’ll start gathering our troops immediately. With so many men, it’ll take days just to assemble them,” Garp said, glancing at Aokiji and Akainu, who nodded in agreement.

“If not in two days, then three, or even a week—fine! Go. Leave me alone for a while,” Sengoku waved them off, his tone both weary and dismissive. The three left the room, their expressions grave.

Kamayo had truly shaken the world this time. Killing a Celestial Dragon for the second time, and now slaying Admiral Kizaru—his actions were a direct affront to the World Government and the honor of Marine Headquarters. The news of Kizaru’s death was spreading uncontrollably; several other pirate crews and even some civilians on the island had witnessed the event from afar.

Rumors always traveled swiftly, and soon the world was abuzz with tales of Kizaru’s death at the hands of the Yonko, Elros D. Kamayo, and even more so with news of Kamayo’s second slaughter of a Celestial Dragon. People began to dig up his past deeds, and once again, the world’s eyes were fixed upon Elros D. Kamayo.

As for Kamayo? By now, he was already aboard the Thousand Sunny with the Straw Hats, heading for Amazon Lily.

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A great battle loomed on the horizon. Heh—hard times for the Navy had only just begun.

Another chapter awaits—stay tuned!

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