I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

"You brat, so you finally decided to come back!"

Garp said in a stern voice with a straight face, "That brat Gojo Satoru is just as troublesome as the two brats at home."

He must have lost his mind half a month ago to think this kid had a good personality, but less than a day after meeting him, Gojo Satoru revealed his true nature.

"Oh dear, Grandpa's still awake?"

Gojo Satoru never expected that Garp would be here blocking his way in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

Perhaps because Garp gave him a feeling somewhat similar to the Night Moth, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

But within two seconds he straightened his back. He hadn't done anything wrong, so what was there to feel guilty about?

He's not a little kid; he doesn't need to greet his parents before going out.

"How can I sleep when you're so unreliable every day?"

Garp said irritably, "As a Marine, leaving the group without permission is no small matter."

Given Gojo Satoru's personality, who knows how many people he would offend if he returned to Marineford!

Offending others is not a problem, but he is afraid of running into those stupid Celestial Dragons who will beat him up at the slightest provocation.

Don't say it's impossible; he's 100% capable of doing something like that.

The Celestial Dragons are indeed idiots and annoying, but they are the world's nobles, the bourgeoisie who control the world government.

Garp isn't afraid of Gojo Satoru causing trouble; what he's afraid of is that he'll suffer if he goes up against a Celestial Dragon.

Sengoku said that the Marine Headquarters would be holding an important meeting in a couple of days, and that a Celestial Dragon might appear.

"Grandpa, don't worry about it. Here, I brought you some local specialties."

Gojo Satoru stretched his hand behind him, and a large food box appeared in his hand. He shoved it into Garp's hand and then swaggered away.

I don't know what this old man is worried about. These past few days, he's been talking to him about the Celestial Dragons, telling him not to be impulsive.

What are Celestial Dragons anyway? They're bound to win if they encounter one.

He's always the one bullying others; who can bully him? He's the strongest!

"Hmph! At least you still have some conscience." Garp's stern face broke into a wide smile when he saw the juicy meat.

Although Gojo Satoru didn't take him with him when he went to the Seven Waters, at least he remembered to bring him some good food.

Bubbles!

"Hey, Sengoku, let me tell you... Satoru is really..."

While eating the juicy meat, Garp boasted to Sengoku about Gojo Satoru.

They completely disregarded how the other party would react to receiving the Den Den Mushi at this time.

"Garp! Do you know what time it is?"

"If you're so bored, go catch some pirates right now!"

Sengoku angrily slammed down the Den Den Mushi. What did Garp have to brag about? Was he taking advantage of the fact that Garp didn't have any disciples?

Garp stared blankly at the Den Den Mushi that had just been hung up on. Why was Sengoku so irritable? Hadn't he long since passed menopause?

Warring States Period:………

How dare you ask? That old bastard Garp called him at 2 a.m. and asked him why he was angry!

Shouldn't he be angry? It's like he's the one who's wrong. Who can he reason with?

-

Malinvando.

Gojo Satoru was wearing a naval uniform and a white coat with the word "Justice" written on the back.

Tsk, he really never thought he would become a "partner of justice" one day. This is the job of the Emiya family.

He lazily followed behind Garp, observing the soldiers coming and going around him.

There isn't a single capable fighter among them. What happened to the Marine Headquarters being full of talented individuals?

boom!

"Warring States Period, I'm back."

Garp, beaming, pushed open the door to Sengoku's office and led Gojo Satoru inside.

"Garp, what about your rules?" Sengoku said with a stern face.

Old Deng never knocks when he comes to see him. Does he think his office as a marshal's office is his backyard?

"Tch, what rules and regulations? Don't be so rigid in your approach."

Garp said nonchalantly and plopped down opposite Sengoku.

"Look at this, this is my new disciple, Gojo Satoru. What do you think? Isn't he excellent?"

He pointed to Gojo Satoru, who had somehow acquired a lollipop in his mouth, his face beaming with pride.

When Gojo Satoru heard Garp's words, he simply nodded casually at Sengoku without saying anything.

He's drawing cards right now, and I have to say 007's sales skills are really amazing.

He wasn't interested in the original prize pool rewards, so 007 created a special prize pool just for that.

His exclusive prize pool is full of gourmet dishes from various worlds, and his favorite is the food from [Yukihira Setshokuya].

Drawing cards has become a daily activity for him; he draws once a day, intending to use all the reputation points he earns for card draws.

Sengoku carefully examined Gojo Satoru, frowning slightly when he saw that Gojo was wearing an eye patch, but he didn't seem to care much about it.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru's behavior was not affected at all, it was guessed that he had probably mastered Observation Haki.

Seeing him sitting quietly next to Garp, he seems to be quite steady and reserved, unlike the boisterous person Garp described.

"He seems nice. What's wrong with his eyes? Have you had a doctor from headquarters check them?"

Sengoku valued promising talents quite a bit. Garp said that Gojo Satoru was very strong, and no one among the new generation of Marines could defeat him.

Although they haven't sparred yet, he trusts Garp's judgment.

He wanted to know the extent of Gojo Satoru's eye injury and whether it could be treated.

If the doctors at headquarters can't cure it, perhaps they can try to find the whereabouts of the surgical results.

"Oh? You mean that one? He's fine."

Garp picked his nose idly and said nonchalantly.

"His eyes are perfectly fine; he's probably wearing an eye patch to look cool."

Sengoku couldn't help but slowly type a question mark when he heard Garp's words. What do you mean your eyes are fine? You're wearing an eyepatch just to look cool?

Garp seemed to sense Sengoku's question and casually offered an explanation.

"This is a trend among young people, you wouldn't understand."

Sengoku fell silent. Good heavens, is Garp even speaking human language?

He may be old, but he's not stupid. When did it become fashionable for young people to pretend to be blind?

Some pirates do like to pretend to be blind, but they only cover one eye.

"Alright, I've met the people. You can go back now. Don't be late for tomorrow's meeting."

Exhausted, Zhan Guo sent the man back; he still had documents to process.

Unlike Garp, who doesn't care about anything and whose work is either pushed onto him or his subordinates, he just drinks tea and eats snacks all day.

"Haha, then we're off."

Garp couldn't wait to pull Gojo Satoru away. Now that everyone at headquarters was there, it was a good opportunity to introduce Gojo Satoru to them.

-

"You guys are so weak, this is really boring."

Gojo Satoru looked down at the people lying on the ground; this was the Navy Headquarters training ground.

Those lying on the ground were all elite soldiers and officers from the Navy Headquarters, from rear admirals to privates; not one of them could fight.

The reason there were no lieutenant generals among those lying down was because they had gone to a meeting.

He wasn't deliberately looking for trouble; these naval personnel came to him on their own initiative to challenge him.

He's so understanding, of course he'd meet their demands.