Three consecutive days of menstrual cramp torture cast a shadow over the Marines at Marineford.
In the special meeting room, they were discussing countermeasures.
A Headquarters Vice Admiral named Bastille spoke first: “I propose transferring her to a Marine branch.”
Garp exposed the flaw without a second thought: “Which branch do you want to see disbanded?
Or do you want them, unable to bear it any longer, to slander their superior officer?” He didn’t say mutiny, all because of the word “Justice” on his back.
The high-ranking Marine officers in attendance immediately fell into deep thought…
Vice Admiral Dalmatian spoke up: “We can restrict her training, and if necessary, keep her away from Marineford.”
Great Staff Officer Tsuru took the initiative to speak: “I can hardly believe such words came from a Marine’s mouth.
You must know that even the most heinous pirates wouldn’t choose to abandon their comrades.”
Her words made all the Marines present who had just harbored such thoughts lower their heads in shame.
The beautiful Gion smiled and suggested, “As a fellow woman, I know that as long as everyone takes good care of her, we can avoid that special pain.” She had wanted to say menstrual cramps, but still tried her best to avoid touching upon that dark shadow.
After everyone pondered for a moment…
Tsuru announced, “Treating the pain requires fresh meat!”
“Then I’ll go search for Sea King meat for her, and ensure it remains refrigerated throughout transit,” Aokiji took on the task.
Tsuru continued, “And easily digestible food is also needed!”
“I will personally mince the food for her to ensure it melts in her mouth,” Gion said, showing off the sword in her hand.
Tsuru added, “The affiliated nations should have treasured ancient texts.
We can collect them to help ease her pain.”
“Oh, how troublesome!
In that case, shall I go collect them?”
And the speaker was none other than Admiral Borsalino.
“Then let’s get moving, everyone.
For our Marine comrade, we must pay even closer attention to ensuring she stays in a good mood.”
Sengoku finally stood up to speak, setting the tone.
Meanwhile, in the Marine cafeteria, Domino, having finished her training, was experiencing a completely different kind of treatment.
The head chef of the headquarters, wearing a chef’s hat, greeted her, “Domino is here!
What would you like to eat today?”
“Uh?
Just anything is fine!” Domino suddenly felt that everyone around her had become incredibly friendly.
Just as she was about to sit down, a Lieutenant Commander eagerly stepped forward: “Domino, this is your reserved seat.”
“Eh?
A mere Lieutenant gets a reserved seat?”
Seeing the large flower basket decoration and the soft sofa cushion, Domino felt somewhat uncomfortable.
But looking back at the enthusiastic smiles of her comrades, she could only reluctantly accept it.
From then on, wherever Domino went, there were Marines sent to meticulously look after her.
Whenever she was about to get hurt, a Marine would appear at just the right moment.
“This world really does need the Marines.
The original work portrayed the Marines so poorly, but I see now that it was all utter nonsense.”
When Domino was walking by the training ground and a baseball happened to fly her way, Momousagi Gion actually leaped into action, sending the ball flying into another dimension with a single slash.
“Vice Admiral Gion, could you please sign this for me?!”
“No problem, I’d be happy to.”
When Domino ran past an old wall, the worn bricks loosened, looking as if they were about to collapse.
Vice Admiral Garp appeared in an instant, shattering the entire wall with a single punch, and even struck a cool pose.
“Vice Admiral Garp is so amazing, I love tough guys like you.”
“The Justice of the Marines is to defend your safety.”
In the days that followed, Domino felt as if she were under divine protection.
Seeing that it was about to rain in Marineford, as long as she wanted to go out for morning exercise, she would see Sengoku in his Great Buddha form, directly dispersing the rain clouds in the sky with a slap.
Aokiji even rode his bicycle back and forth to the Calm Belt every day, searching for various Sea Kings to feed her.
However, what was bound to come would eventually come…
Inside Sengoku’s office, Garp crashed through the wall, bursting in with tears streaming down his face.
“Sengoku, didn’t you say that as long as we served her well, we wouldn’t have to suffer the pain anymore?”
Sengoku, who was currently clutching his lower abdomen with one hand and supporting himself on the desk with the other, replied, “How should I know?
This pain isn’t fatal anyway.
Just bear with it and it’ll pass!”
“You are the Fleet Admiral!
How could you not know?”
“In your eyes, is a Fleet Admiral supposed to understand this kind of pain?”
With tears in his eyes, Garp grabbed his old friend’s arm: “Please tell me, is there any other way to deal with this?
I’m about to be driven mad by this sudden onset of pain!”
“I’ve fought countless battles in my life, and experienced sudden accidents, sudden love, sudden disasters…
but I have never experienced these sudden menstrual cramps!”
“I don’t care what sudden things you’ve experienced!
I’m an old man of this age, yet I still have to suffer from this cold womb pain.
Is Marineford actually Avici Hell?”
Just as the two were sharing their misery, Tsuru, the Headquarters Staff Officer, pushed open the door and said in a stern tone, “Garp, what are you panicking for?
You are the Hero of the Marines!
Stand up quickly!”
“I’m not standing up!
It feels better when I curl up like this!”
“Just how long will it take to alleviate her symptoms?”
Staff Officer Tsuru said helplessly, “Treating this kind of hidden ailment requires conditioning the body, and that will be a long process.”
Garp, curled up on the floor, cried, “Don’t talk about a long process!
I’m applying for a transfer to a Marine branch.
Even being a sentry guard is fine!
This pain is too embarrassing to speak of!”
Staff Officer Tsuru leaned on her sword with one hand, casually pulled out a stack of application forms, and handed them to Sengoku.
“These Marines, lacking in willpower, have all applied to transfer away from Marineford.
Can the grand Marines not even endure this little bit of pain?”
Seeing Tsuru so furious, Sengoku had no choice but to explain, “It’s not that they can’t endure the pain, but rather they are driven by a sense of shame…”
Seeing Sengoku hesitate, Garp exposed the truth: “In the past, when Headquarters Marines greeted each other, it was always, ‘Which sea did you go to recently?
Which pirate did you capture lately?'”
“But now, the moment they meet, it’s: ‘My friend, is your period pain any better lately?’ How do you expect a grown man to answer that?!”
Hearing this, Tsuru pictured the scene in her mind.
A group of Marine men greeting each other with such intimate questions was indeed rather distressing.
Poor Sengoku’s hand was trembling slightly as he held his cup, desperately chugging hot water in hopes of finding some relief.
“This can’t go on forever.
We must find a solution!”
“Garp, Justice requires you to gather your strength to defend it.
How can you waste your Haki so recklessly?”
“Shut up!
I don’t care about that anymore!
I’m relying on this Haki to relieve the pain!”
All three people in the room unleashed Haki over their entire bodies, hoping to alleviate the “menstrual cramps” plaguing them.
Meanwhile, a completely oblivious Domino continued her “involution king” style of hellish training, causing all the male Marines at Headquarters to curl up and wriggle as they walked, collectively patrolling as “the wrigglers.”
Without any urging from Sengoku, and with no KPI evaluations whatsoever, the entire Marine force began executing arrest missions, solely to stay as far away from Marineford as possible.
The machismo bestowed upon them by their mothers made it impossible for them to speak up and blame a beautiful girl suffering from menstrual cramps.
They could only choose to stay away from Marineford as an alternative.
Nurtured by all kinds of delicacies, Domino’s physical fitness improved rapidly.
Having mastered the ultimate Marine Five Styles, she set her sights on Haki.
Standing on an isolated island, Domino heard the roars of animals coming from the depths of the forest.
She still couldn’t believe she had actually made it this far.
“Vice Admiral Garp, do I need to come to this island to train my Haki?”
“That’s right, Domino!
The creatures here all know Haki.
Have a good exchange with them, and I’ll come back to take you home after some time.”
[I can finally use this opportunity to escape for a few months.
I’m a genius, and truly a hero in the eyes of the Marineford Marines.]
Having already become Vice Admiral Garp’s student, Domino never imagined that she would be forcefully taken in as a disciple by Garp through tears and begging.
“Thank you, Teacher!
I will definitely train hard!”
[Vice Admiral Garp scrambled to take me as his disciple, surely because he saw my talent awakening.
I must work twice as hard this time.]
Looking at the obedient Domino, Garp felt somewhat guilty, so he pulled out a small notebook.
“Little girl, this is my secret manual for training Haki.
I’ll leave it for you to study carefully.”
“Thank you very much, Teacher Garp.
I won’t disappoint you,” she said, respectfully accepting the “Haki secret manual.”
“The shore here is a safe zone.
The supplies behind you are enough to last for three months.
I will come back to test your results after that.”
Having said that, he pulled out a Den Den Mushi and handed it to Domino.
With an excited heart and trembling hands, she took the Den Den Mushi, only to see Vice Admiral Garp fleeing back to the warship as if running for his life.
“Domino, train with peace of mind!”
[I didn’t exile her, this is a training journey!]
“Vice Admiral Garp, thank you for your nurturing.
I will definitely work hard,” she said, eagerly opening the secret manual.
[Can someone tell me what on earth this secret manual, which looks like gibberish scribbles, is supposed to be?]
With that, they bid each other farewell…