Chapter 61: Black-Haired Kapu Attacks

In the South Sea, the Eastern Sea Donghai Donghai Dihuang.

On the open-air deck banquet hall, Jin Ni was lazily leaning back in her chair.

"I just opened a door above the island—Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen and Mihawk are still sparring sword techniques. It's already the third day. When will they ever stop?"

Master Tenghu smiled: "Actually, I haven't sparred with anyone in a long time too."

As a swordsman, the greatest fortune is having two superb swordsmen as companions right beside you.

Sparring casually for leisure is a refined pastime—it improves sword skill, refines the spirit, and strengthens bonds.

Too bad Mihawk got there first this time.

Next time, it should be Master Tenghu's turn.

He didn't resist the nickname the News Report and Navy gave him—he even felt it suited his temperament.

"No, no, no."

Jin Ni quickly waved her hands: "Master Tenghu, we still need to recruit crewmen in the East Sea. If you go over there, it won't end in less than ten or eight days."

Two great swordmasters have already fought for three days; adding a third might last until the island sinks.

Is this the heart of a strong one?

Actually, Jin Ni was also cultivating.

But unlike Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen and Mihawk's duels, Jin Ni had spent these days frantically opening doors—opening a door on every material she could see.

Including but not limited to: the ship's hull, food, air, the News Report, Big Bear's body, and more.

Being part of the Morning Star Pirates, a Royal Pirate Crew, Jin Ni believed: even if she couldn't become top-tier combat power, she mustn't drag the team down.

She must be useful to her partners.

Besides, opening doors was really fun—an unprecedented, never-before-experienced novelty.

The one thing that wasn't satisfying: when Jin Ni accidentally pushed open a door and fell into the sea, she instantly became powerless, unable to move at all.

If not for the Ohara scholar on board pulling her up, she would've surely sunk to the ocean floor.

"Jin Ni-jiě." Robin's voice rang out from the crow's nest atop the mast.

"There's a ship ahead—a big one."

Hearing this, Jin Ni instantly opened a door and appeared on the crow's nest—before them on the sea, a Dog-Head Warship cut through the waves, charging toward them.

"Big Bear, alter course—I'll go find the captain."

Yet the Dog-Head Warship acted as if it hadn't seen them—Kapu, standing at the bow, slammed his fist into the sea, causing the entire ship to launch into the air.

"Nani?!" Jin Ni opened another door—when she pushed it open, she was already on a deserted island.

"Captain, trouble! Navy's here!"

At this moment, Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen and Mihawk had stopped fighting—the amplified Haki of Observation had already covered the entire surrounding sea, naturally detecting the Dog-Head Warship.

They hadn't immediately returned to the ship because Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen sensed Kapu was heading straight for the island.

"Jin Ni, take Mihawk back to rest."

Mihawk was covered in blood, a formidable enemy had arrived, and he was nearly exhausted—but as a man, he absolutely would not admit defeat.

"I can still fight."

This was the first time Mihawk had faced such a situation: his sword technique was clearly stronger than Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen's, yet his stamina couldn't match the other's—he could only reluctantly end it in a draw.

It was truly frustrating.

How the hell did this guy develop?

Only two years had passed, yet he was like an entirely new person inside and out.

His physical body was explosively strong—even without Armament Haki, he could block flying slashes.

Is this what a God Race is like?

"No." Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen waved his hand.

"Kapu came for me. You all set sail first—I'll catch up soon enough."

When Jin Ni, supporting Mihawk, returned to the Eastern Sea Donghai Donghai Dihuang through the opened door, Kapu had already appeared above the island, having leapt from the Dog-Head Warship's bow.

"You brat from Luo Jie's ship."

"Wuxian Quan Gu—Impact!"

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen stared blankly at the sky—this guy just opens with his biggest move? Old man Kapu, if you push me too far, I'll go steal your daughter-in-law.

Make your grandson my son…

The iron fist, wrapped in crimson-black Haki, drew nearer—Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen transformed into Lei Ting, dodging the targeted punch in an instant.

The already cratered island was split cleanly into four pieces by that punch, seawater gushing violently into the fissures.

Kapu stood atop one fragment, his righteous cloak flapping behind him in the wind.

"You brat from Luo Jie's ship—fast, aren't you?"

Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen hovered in midair, expression amused.

"Only you, Mr. Kapu—Luo Jie's been gone over two years, yet you still can't let go. Such a bond is truly admirable."

Hearing this, Kapu awkwardly scratched his head, his bewildered expression clearly saying: I didn't, I'm not, don't accuse me.

There were so many people watching.

But soon, his embarrassment was drowned in laughter.

"Ahahaha! Little Barzab, you're more suited for Impel Down."

Back then, Kapu, alone on his Dog-Head Warship, chased the Luo Jie Pirates across the world—absolute confidence in his own strength.

Any other person wouldn't have been so reckless.

But Barzab Saint Saint Saiwen believed the recklessness was deliberate—Kapu was actually the shrewdest: he trained the worst deserter ever into the Navy's main force, so no one could stop his grandson Luffy from becoming Pirate King.

It was a joke—but it held some truth.

Otherwise, how could one explain taking a deserter king as a disciple?

Saint Saint Saiwen did not believe that Garp would fail to see what kind of person a deserter king truly was.

This was Garp, whose iron fists roamed an entire Great Pirate Era, defeated Rocks, and was both enemy and friend to the Pirate King Luo Jie, a Marine hero.

How could he possibly fail to see whether a person was a white-eyed wolf or a deserter king? Of course, it was not impossible that Garp had become senile after twenty years.

And the Garp of today—

had only slightly gray temples, with most of his hair still black; at fifty-six years old, he was at the tail end of his peak.

"Mr. Garp, we haven't met in such a long time; why fight? Why not sit down and chat for a while?"

Garp countered with a wicked smile.

"Very well, come down."

Saint Saint Saiwen displayed the same smile and changed the subject.

"How is your grandson lately? Do not let him be bewitched; what if he later sets his heart firmly on becoming a pirate?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I dare not imagine: when he is captured and executed at Marineford, how will you choose? Will you save your grandson, or will you cling to so-called justice?"

The smile on Garp's face faded; he was clearly pondering this question very seriously.

Garp understood that Saint Saint Saiwen was using this as an excuse to rest; he simply had no desire to expose it. After all, Saint Saint Saiwen had fought Mihawk for so long, and Garp himself was too disdainful to take advantage of this.

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

This question not only stumped Garp; Saint Saint Saiwen equally did not know how to answer.

Take him to the Marine Headquarters for cultivation?

The last child Garp took to the Marine Headquarters for cultivation is now the leader of the Self-Brave Army, determined to overthrow the World Government.

If Ace were also taken to Marineford, no one could predict what would happen in the future.

However, with Big Sis Rouge present, Ace should not be determined to become a pirate. Saint Saint Saiwen had specifically instructed that Ace not be told about Captain Luo Jie.

The two stared at each other, falling into silence.

After a long while, Garp suddenly laughed loudly.

"You brat, I almost fell for your trick just now. Will you come down and go with me voluntarily, or shall I drag you into Impel Down?"

Saint Saint Saiwen brought up Mengxiang Yixin.

"Here is the deal, Mr. Garp."

"Let us decide the outcome with a single move. If you win, I will go with you; if I win, we will leave."

"How about that?"