Evidently, the other party dared to provoke Zefa and was certainly well-prepared. I couldn't help but worry about Zefa's safety.
So Misaka used her traditional skill.
Summoning help.
Misaka found Garp, who was eating senbei, and explained the current situation to him.
Garp also understood the situation.
He knew that Zefa's health had been declining severely recently, and it was the worst it had ever been.
Therefore, Garp followed Zefa shortly after he left the naval port. It seemed like someone jumped down from that crescent-shaped port every few days to swim across the sea.
Everyone else was used to it and went about their own business.
Clearly, they had become too accustomed to it.
After doing as much as possible,
There wasn't much else Misaka could do.
Climbing the rope to train, then climbing down from above Marineford, and climbing back up after coming down, until she completely ran out of strength.
Now that Garp was following behind Zefa, Misaka didn't need to worry about anything.
This was not something Misaka could interfere with.
At this moment, the system's prompt sounded.
[Change branch plot—Zefa's Destruction]
That was all. Just that one sentence.
Nothing else.
Perhaps there was something, but maybe Misaka hadn't discovered it.
Precisely because of this,
Misaka curiously browsed the system in her mind.
She had no idea what was going on.
The memories of the transmigrators were not synchronized with Misaka. Misaka only knew that there were such beings as transmigrators.
Misaka naturally held great enthusiasm for these transmigrators, because these things were unknown, and the unknown always piqued Misaka's immense interest.
However, Misaka did understand the meaning of the four words "Zefa's Destruction," though it was somewhat baffling.
Why would Zefa be destroyed?
Misaka couldn't figure it out, and if she couldn't figure it out, there was no need to think about it.
Afterward, Misaka sat at the very top of Marineford, gazing at the crescent bay below. The town was nestled behind Marine Headquarters, forming a circle. The merchants were also brought by these Marine families.
This place truly seemed prosperous and thriving.
Misaka enjoyed such days.
"I feel so happy. Misaka Misaka feels a sense of daze."
At least she wasn't lying on a stiff white board bed anymore.
When did she get used to this kind of life?
Misaka quietly gazed ahead, the sun shining its brilliance in the sky.
The sea breeze blew against her face, and Misaka slightly parted her small mouth, looking a bit vacant.
At this time,
Sengoku's steady voice came from below.
"Come here, I have something to show you."
Upon hearing this, Misaka's eyes widened slightly, and then she wanted to sneak away.
Misaka had already investigated; everything in Sengoku's office was soundproof, and the glass was also soundproof.
The only reason it wasn't soundproof now was because Misaka had cut a small hole in it.
If she went in now, wouldn't she be exposed?
That was why Misaka wanted to sneak away so urgently.
Just slip away quietly as if she didn't exist.
"Come here, I won't scold you."
Sengoku's voice came from below again. Misaka's every move seemed to be within Sengoku's grasp.
Misaka realized then that perhaps others also possessed radar-like abilities.
However, since Sengoku had said so, Misaka had no choice but to flip over and break into his office.
*Thump!!*
Misaka's smooth movement as she flipped down directly knocked over his desk.
A truly spectacular maneuver.
Sengoku's glasses reflected the light. He silently watched the scattered documents all over the floor.
Sengoku took a sip of tea.
He pretended not to see.
"You asked Garp to help Zefa, didn't you?"
Misaka stood up expressionlessly.
"Meee～"
The little sheep that had been by Sengoku's side nestled at Misaka's feet and met Sengoku's gaze.
Sengoku's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
Misaka nodded and said, "Misaka asked Grandpa to help Zefa. Misaka Misaka believes her actions are correct."
Sengoku downed the tea in one gulp. After drinking it dry,
He exhaled deeply and put down the teacup.
That long, braided beard was now only half its former length. Sengoku's eyes stared directly at Misaka.
He seemed to see the shadow of someone in Misaka.
"How nostalgic."
Sengoku smiled slightly, but he didn't elaborate on the meaning of this statement.
He stood up and turned to look at the crescent bay.
Wind was blowing into Sengoku's face through the round hole in the glass.
"From now on, this is the world of you young people. By then, there will be very little we old folks can do to help."
Sengoku's back looked lonely as he turned away, as if he were talking to himself.
Misaka sat on the little sheep, staring at Sengoku.
The little sheep, accustomed to it, carried Misaka on its back and chewed on important documents on the ground.
Misaka wasn't listening at all.
She simply fell asleep on the little sheep's back, too lazy to listen to these long-winded speeches.
When Sengoku finished saying everything he wanted to say with great enthusiasm,
Sengoku turned around with a smile.
Upon seeing the sleeping Misaka, his expression instantly contorted.
So he had been talking to himself just now?
Suddenly, he noticed that the little sheep was chewing on some white paper in its mouth.
Sengoku panicked.
"Hey!"
...
...
A few days later, Garp, looking battered and picking his nostrils, returned on Zefa's warship.
Zefa was wrapped in several layers of bandages. He had insisted on being tough at the time, telling Garp not to come.
Garp could only watch as he fought for three days and three nights, sinking half of the entire island before Zefa finally asked Garp for help.
Garp went over and fought as well.
Even so, it took Garp and Zefa fighting together for about a day to subdue the opponent.
According to Garp's account, the opponent's physical combat strength was probably comparable to Whitebeard in his youth, just without the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
If Zefa had to fight alone, the outcome would likely have been different.
Garp was somewhat fortunate that he had followed.
He didn't want his old comrade to get hurt again.
Sengoku also heard about this matter and rushed over after issuing a public announcement.
Inside a cage was a pirate with a broken scythe-like beard, and an old woman shouting incessantly.
"Let me out! I am Whitebeard's Wife! Let me out!"
Garp, picking his nostrils, flicked a booger onto her and said calmly.
"I don't recall Whitebeard having a wife."
Zefa patted his shoulder, feeling a sense of sadness.
"Time truly spares no one."
The dull-eyed pirate inside the cage gripped the bars and looked at Zefa. His vacant stare made Zefa uncomfortable.
He had Sea Prism Stone handcuffs on his wrists.
Zefa made the pirate eat a useless Devil Fruit that the Marines had collected.
Then, he put Sea Prism Stone handcuffs on this guy.
After all, his physical combat skills were still terrifying, and he could definitely escape if he caused trouble, so Zefa had no choice but to do this.
"Zefa, Zefa... Zefa!"
He kept muttering Zefa's name.
Zefa felt a chill. Sengoku walked onto the warship.
"Is this the pirate who took you a day to defeat? Such a great menace is fortunate to have been eliminated."
The crowds in Crescent Bay had been evacuated.
This was to keep watch over this pirate who called himself Whitebeard Jr.
A warship had also arrived from Impel Down, preparing to transport this terrifying individual.
Whitebeard's biological son.
No one knew if this was actually true, but it was better to believe anything than nothing, so it was best to be cautious.