Note: 1 extra chapter per 35 power stone.
1 chapter per two or three days.
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Inside the office of Sengoku, the atmosphere was finally calm for once.
He had just finished his paperwork and leaned back with a long exhausted sigh.
“…Finally done.”
He reached for his coat, ready to leave—
BANG!!
The door was violently kicked open.
Zephyr rushed inside, clearly agitated.
“Sengoku!!”
“Did you hear what Garp is doing?!”
Sengoku didn’t even look surprised this time.
He calmly replied,
“…The three-year-old punching battleship hulls incident?”
Zephyr froze slightly.
“You already know?!”
Sengoku rubbed his forehead and sighed.
“I’ve been hearing about it since morning.”
Then he added tiredly,
“And honestly… I can’t stop it.”
Zephyr frowned.
“What do you mean you can’t stop it?!”
Sengoku’s expression turned serious.
“That kid isn’t normal.”
“He’s a monster among monsters in terms of potential.”
Zephyr’s eyes narrowed.
Sengoku continued,
“His physique is already abnormal for his age… and his growth rate is insane.”
“But he is not comparable to Charlotte Linlin or any fully developed monster yet.”
“He’s still growing.”
Zephyr paused slightly.
“…So he’s not on that level yet.”
Sengoku nodded.
“Exactly.”
“But if he keeps growing like this… no one knows where he’ll end up.”
Then Sengoku added,
“According to Garp, he is a natural-born Observation Haki user…”
“And he already possesses strong Conqueror’s Haki.”
“As for Armament Haki… he hasn’t unlocked it yet.”
Zephyr’s eyes widened slightly.
“…At three years old?”
Sengoku nodded.
Silence filled the room.
Then Zephyr exhaled sharply.
“…This is ridiculous.”
Without wasting another second—
He turned and rushed out of the office.
“I’m going to see it myself.”
His footsteps echoed through the corridors of Marine Headquarters as he headed straight toward the backyard scrapyard.
Sengoku watched him go, then slowly stood up as well.
“…This is going to be a headache.”
He muttered quietly,
“And I hope Kong never finds out about this situation.”
Then he also began walking toward the scrapyard, following the chaos already unfolding there.
At the backyard training ground of Marine Headquarters, the sound of heavy breathing filled the air.
BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…
Garp and Ramon were both standing in front of the damaged battleship hulls, sweat dripping from their bodies.
Monkey D.
Garp looked completely fine as always—he was used to this kind of extreme training.
But Ramon…
He was breathing heavily.
His small chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to steady his breathing.
Even though his body was abnormal for a three-year-old, this level of continuous seastone-hull training was still pushing him close to his limit.
For the first time that day, he had taken a short break earlier.
Meanwhile, Garp had not stopped once from morning till night.
Just pure, nonstop training.
“Haah… haah…”
Ramon wiped his sweat, trying to stand straight again.
At that moment—
Footsteps echoed.
Both Garp and Ramon immediately stopped.
They turned their heads.
Standing at the edge of the training ground were Sengoku and Zephyr.
Garp blinked.
“Oh?”
“Zephyr?
When did you arrive?”
“I thought you were in the New World.”
Zephyr’s expression darkened instantly.
“You bastard…”
“You leave all the work to me and go on a vacation?!”
Garp immediately laughed.
“BWAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Sorry, sorry!”
“I had something important to do!”
He casually pointed toward Ramon.
“This kid here is my grandson.”
“And he’s already got monstrous potential!”
Zephyr narrowed his eyes and looked at Ramon carefully.
“…This child?”
Garp grinned.
“Yeah.”
“You won’t believe it unless you see it yourself.”
Zephyr smirked slightly.
“Oh?”
“So you’re challenging me to test him?”
Before anyone could stop it—
Ramon’s exhausted expression suddenly changed.
The moment he heard the word “fight,” something inside him snapped awake.
His fatigue disappeared instantly.
He stepped forward and pointed at Zephyr.
“Hey!”
“You’re going to fight me?”
“Let’s do this!”
The air instantly shifted.
Zephyr raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
Sengoku immediately stepped between them.
“All of you—SHUT UP.”
His voice carried authority.
Even Garp paused for a second.
Sengoku sighed deeply.
“It’s already night.”
He then looked at Ramon.
“You’re exhausted.”
“Rest for today.”
“Zephyr will stay here.
You can fight tomorrow.”
Ramon opened his mouth like he wanted to argue.
Zephyr did the same.
But Sengoku simply placed a hand on both of their shoulders.
“…No arguments.”
A tense silence.
Then—
Ramon exhaled.
“…Fine.”
Zephyr clicked his tongue.
“…Hmph.”
Garp suddenly remembered something.
“Oh right.”
“Where’s Kong?”
Sengoku replied calmly,
“He’s in Mariejois, handling official reports.”
Garp nodded.
“Good, good.”
“Let’s not bother that old man then.”
Ramon, still tired, muttered quietly,
“…I want food.”
Garp immediately laughed.
“BWAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Good answer!”
Soon, all four of them headed toward the cafeteria.
The Marine chefs and staff cried internally as they saw them arrive again so soon.
After another massive meal that drained the kitchen’s sanity—
Ramon finally returned to the dormitory.
His roommate was already asleep.
Without saying anything, Ramon quietly lay down on his bed.
The moment his head touched the pillow—
“…Tomorrow… I’ll get stronger…”
And in the next second—
He fell into deep sleep.
Early in the morning, at Marine Headquarters, the sun had just begun to rise over the massive fortress.
Ramon woke up suddenly.
He glanced at the clock—
It was just past 5 AM.
Without even bothering to wake his roommate, he immediately got off the bed.
His mind was already focused on one thing.
The fight.
Today, he was going to face Zephyr.
An Admiral at his peak.
That thought alone made his blood boil with excitement.
“KUHAHAHAHA…”
Without wasting a single second, Ramon dashed out of the dormitory and ran straight toward the main office area of Zephyr.
His footsteps echoed rapidly through the corridors.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
“W-What was that?!”
“…Was that a child?!”
But Ramon didn’t care.
Within minutes—
He reached the office.
And without knocking—
BANG!!
He kicked the door open.
The entire door slammed inward.
Inside—
Silence.
Empty.
No one was there.
Ramon blinked.
“…Huh?”
Then suddenly—
A calm voice came from behind him.
“Who are you?”
Ramon froze slightly.
A hand gently rested on his shoulder.
He slowly turned his head.
Standing there was a woman with a calm expression and mature presence—someone who looked to be around the same generation as Garp.
Ramon answered simply,
“I’m Ramon.”
“Monkey D.
Ramon.”
The woman’s eyes widened slightly.
“…Ramon?”
Then she asked immediately,
“Do you have anything to do with Garp?”
Ramon paused for a moment.
Then nodded.
“Yeah.”
“He’s my grandfather.”
For a brief moment, the woman looked genuinely surprised.
“…His grandson?”
She exhaled softly, regaining her composure.
Then she spoke calmly,
“Allow me to introduce myself.”
“My name is Tsuru.”
“I am a colleague of your grandfather.”
Her gaze sharpened slightly as she looked at Ramon more carefully.
“So you’re the child Garp keeps talking about…”
Then, after a short pause, she added,
“…I see.”
“…So this is the monster child he’s been training.”
Ramon looked at Tsuru for a moment, and then a mischievous idea quietly formed in his mind.
A small grin appeared on his face.
He tilted his head and spoke casually,
“Tsuru huh ?
I remember my grandpa mentioned you before.”
Tsuru paused slightly.
Her calm expression shifted just a bit in surprise.
“Oh?”
“He actually mentioned me?”
She seemed genuinely curious.
“What did he say?”
Ramon blinked once… then without hesitation, he replied with a completely straight face,
“My grandfather said you’re a devil Admiral.”
“That you bully kids and don’t like people bossing you around.”
“And that you’re a bad woman.”
For a brief second—
Silence.
Then—
The air in the room changed.
Tsuru’s eye twitched slightly.
“…Garp…”
A faint aura of irritation began to rise around her.
“…What exactly are you teaching children about me?”
Her fist slowly clenched.
For a moment, it looked like the entire office temperature dropped.
But then—
She exhaled.
Calmly.
Completely controlling herself.
She looked down at Ramon and adjusted her posture.
“…I see.”
Then she spoke in a composed voice,
“I have work to do.”
“Admiral Zephyr is currently not here.
He is in Sengoku’s office.”
“If you want to meet him, go there.”
Without saying anything else—
Tsuru turned and walked away, her expression still calm… but clearly heading in the direction where Garp might be.
Ramon watched her leave for a moment.
“…I think I messed up something.”
But instead of worrying too much—
He simply shrugged and started walking.
Soon, his thoughts shifted again.
Zephyr.
Fight.
Training.
His excitement returned immediately.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in Marine Headquarters, chaos was probably about to begin—but Ramon didn’t care.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and casually muttered,
“…Grandpa is definitely going to get yelled at.”
Then he continued walking toward Sengoku’s office, completely unaware of how much trouble he had just casually added into Garp’s morning.
Inside the office of Sengoku at Marine Headquarters, the atmosphere was serious.
A large map was spread across the table.
Sengoku pointed at a marked area and spoke firmly,
“This is the last location where he was seen.”
“That bastard…”
“He keeps flying in the sky the whole time, making it impossible for us to track him properly.”
Across from him, Zephyr listened carefully, arms crossed.
Sengoku continued with a heavy tone,
“Among all the remnants of the Rocks Pirates…”
“Only Shiki carries a will close to Rocks himself.”
“He doesn’t just want territory…”
“He wants to become the King of the World.”
Zephyr nodded slowly.
“…I agree.”
Then he added,
“Whitebeard is focused on his ‘family’ and territory.”
“Big Mom is trying to build her own kingdom.”
“The Beast Pirates are troublesome too… but manageable for now.”
“But Shiki…”
“He’s the most dangerous one.”
Sengoku’s expression hardened.
“That’s why we need to eliminate him as soon as possible.”
The room fell silent for a moment as both of them studied the map.
Then—
YO!
The door suddenly swung open.
Both Sengoku and Zephyr turned instantly.
Standing there was Ramon.
He looked around casually and said,
“Hey.”
“Let’s fight.”
A tense silence filled the room.
A few beads of sweat appeared on Zephyr’s face.
“…What?”
Sengoku’s eye twitched.
Then—
“GET OUT.”
He slammed his hand on the desk.
“Ramon, this is not the time!”
“We are in a serious meeting!”
“I will call you when the time comes!”
“Now get out!”
Ramon opened his mouth like he wanted to argue.
But Sengoku immediately pointed at the door again.
“OUT!”
“…Tch.”
Ramon sighed deeply and turned around.
“Fine…”
Then he walked out of the office slowly.
The door closed behind him.
Inside the room, silence returned.
Sengoku rubbed his forehead and exhaled heavily.
“…That Garp’s grandson…”
“One headache is already enough for me…”
“Now another monkey has appeared.”
Zephyr nodded slowly.
“…Yeah.”
Both of them sat back down, trying to regain focus on the Shiki situation—
But the feeling of chaos outside the office never truly left.
Outside the Marine Headquarters, Ramon had just stepped away from the building when—
A sudden roar exploded behind him.
“RAMON!!!
YOU BRAT!!!”
He froze for half a second.
That voice…
He slowly turned his head.
And there he was.
Garp charging straight at him with veins popping and pure rage in his eyes.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO TSURU?!”
The moment Ramon heard that, whatever frustration he had from being kicked out of the office instantly vanished.
“…Kuhahaha!”
And without hesitation, he bolted.
“Serves you right, old man!”
“KUHAHAHAHA!”
Garp’s face twisted in rage.
“OLD MAN?!
YOU BRAT—GET BACK HERE!!”
What followed was pure chaos across the grounds of the Marine Headquarters.
Dust flew.
Walls got dented.
Soldiers froze in shock as a child sprinted for his life while laughing like a maniac while The marine hero chased him down.
“STOP RUNNING!!”
“I’M NOT RUNNING, I’M TRAINING!!”
“I’LL TEACH YOU WHAT TRAINING MEANS!!”
The chase lasted the entire day.
In the end—
Ramon got caught.
And as always…
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
The “fist of love” landed repeatedly.
Garp stood there, breathing heavily.
“…That’ll teach you.”
Ramon lay flat on the ground, completely destroyed.
“…Worth it.”
That night, Ramon slowly dragged himself back into the dorm room and collapsed onto his bed.
His roommate, Gin, looked over and blinked.
“…Ramon… what happened to you?”
Ramon didn’t even open his eyes.
“…That old bastard grandpa of mine beat me to pulp.”
Gin tried to hold it in— but a small laugh escaped anyway.
“…Pfft.”
Instantly, black lines appeared on Ramon’s face.
“Hey…”
“Whose roommate are you supposed to be?”
“Mine… or his?”
Gin quickly straightened up.
“Sorry.
Sorry.
My mistake.”
Ramon sighed, rolled over, and muttered,
“…Same thing every day…”
And within seconds— he was asleep.
Gin stared for a moment and quietly said,
“…He really falls asleep like that…”
The next day—Saturday—both Ramon and Zephyr were finally free.
A large training ground inside the Marine Headquarters had been cleared.
Marines gathered all around the arena, forming a wide circle.
Whispers spread through the crowd.
“Is that kid serious… fighting an Admiral?”
“He’s going to get flattened in seconds.”
“I don’t think he’ll last long…”
All of them nodded in agreement.
In the center stood Ramon, small but confident, staring straight ahead.
Across from him stood Zephyr, calm and composed, arms crossed.
Zephyr looked at him and asked,
“Hey kid… there’s still time.”
“You can still back out.”
Ramon tilted his head slightly.
“…Maybe.”
Then he grinned.
“…Why should I?”
“I’ve been waiting for this for two days.”
“Let’s do this.”
The moment he finished speaking— he moved.
The ground cracked slightly as he shot forward.
Zephyr didn’t move immediately.
He simply watched.
“…Tch.”
“Come then.”
“I’ll show you the difference in power.”
Ramon didn’t respond.
His body twisted mid-air.
His fist clenched tightly.
And he roared—
“WORLD BREAKER—”
“POINT DESTRUCTION!!”
A straight punch shot forward with explosive force, air tearing around it as it aimed directly at Zephyr’s face.
The crowd went silent.
Even the wind seemed to stop for a split second.
Zephyr’s eyes sharpened—
“…Not bad.”
And then— he finally moved.
Zephyr dodged to the right.
Ramon’s punch narrowly missed his face and slammed into the ground instead.
BOOM!
The impact shattered the earth beneath them, sending a shockwave rippling outward.
The entire training field went silent.
Even the surrounding marines froze.
“…That kid…”
“…What kind of strength is that?!”
Zephyr glanced at the cracked ground, then slowly turned his eyes toward Ramon.
“…Hey.”
“What did you eat growing up?”
Ramon shrugged casually.
“Who cares?”
And immediately— he moved again.
He lunged forward without hesitation, fist already swinging.
This time, Zephyr didn’t dodge.
He met it head-on.
BAM!
Their fists collided.
A massive shockwave exploded outward, kicking up dust and shaking the ground.
For the first time—
Zephyr’s expression changed slightly.
“…Tch.”
He’s not just strong… he’s absurdly durable.
He felt it clearly.
Ramon’s raw physical strength wasn’t normal for a child—or even most trained marines.
Zephyr exhaled slowly, then tightened his stance.
Without hesitation, he began applying more controlled force into his next strike.
The pace increased.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
Punch after punch.
Ramon and Zephyr clashed again and again across the field, each impact cracking the ground further.
The spectators could barely follow the movement anymore.
“It’s like a war…”
“That kid is still standing after all that?!”
Zephyr finally clicked his tongue.
“…Enough.”
His fist pulled back—
Haki began to coat his arm.
Ramon’s eyes widened slightly.
“Oh…”
A split second later—
BAM!
A clean, controlled hit landed.
Ramon was sent flying backward and crashed hard into the ground.
Dust rose.
Silence followed.
Zephyr stood still, breathing slightly heavier than before.
“…That should be enough.”
But then—
A voice came from the dust.
“…Heh.”
Ramon slowly stood up.
Bruised… but smiling.
“I’m still up.”
Zephyr’s eyes widened.
“…What?”
Ramon brushed dust off his shoulder.
“My grandpa said my body is strong.”
“Something like… comparable to Linlin, I think.”
Zephyr froze for a moment.
“…Linlin?”
Then he exhaled deeply.
“…I forgot.”
A faint Haki aura flared around his fist again—this time sharper, heavier.
“Looks like I need to be serious now.”
The air changed instantly.
Pressure dropped.
The marines outside the arena swallowed hard.
And then—
BOOM!
Ramon was knocked out instantly, dropping to the ground without another word.
Zephyr lowered his fist slowly and muttered,
“…Yeah.”
“…That’s more like it.”
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Chapter End.