It certainly couldn't be said that that afternoon had been profitable, on the contrary, that conversation with Wasp had brought more damage than results. It had taken Sengoku a full hour to dissuade Boa Hancock from turning everyone present to stone after Wasp had made clear his intentions of going to Amazon Lily as his first stop, and now the woman was furious.

She marched briskly and swayingly towards her ship, a single thought clear in her head: to prevent whoever that Wasp was from daring to set foot in her territory. Not that the woman had anything to hide, but the principle that no man would ever, ever set foot on her island had to be maintained at all costs. The Empress hated men and this visit was only regarded as an insult to her person and her dominion.

She would show him, at the first opportunity that little spy would be turned to stone and then torn to pieces with no possibility of returning!

Meanwhile, the other Warlords and Sengoku were not in a better mood either: some in one way and some in another had expressed their disappointment for the time wasted before going back to their islands, leaving the Grand Admiral and Garp alone in the Meeting Room.

The Merciful One was now suffering from a terrible headache, which he stubbornly coped with without taking any medicine, not wanting to be numbed by it before the end of the day, muttering about how he would impose a severe penalty on the boy's next payment... if only had come forward with the requested information. From the murderous look that some of the pirates had when they left the room he understood very well that they would have done anything to keep his mouth shut and make it look like an accident; Sengoku knew them too well from this point of view...

Garp, on the other hand, simply sat in his place, brooding over that phone call; his thoughts did not focus on the words of the one Sengoku had called Wasp, but on his voice.

He was so familiar to him... yet so different from what he thought he would hear... It was true that those two looked alike in every way, but it had still been 10... no, 13 years! Could it really be him?

- You are silent my friend... what are you thinking about? -, Sengoku called him back from his thoughts, making him raise his head, which he had turned downwards, towards him, although the man's gaze was still lost in space.

- I think all this makes no sense... -, Garp began after a few more seconds of silence, - If it really was him, what reason would he have to hide? To hide from me? -, he pointed out, raising a hand to his forehead and running it through his gray hair. - It doesn't make sense...-, he murmured again, then turning his gaze towards the ceiling, as if he were searching for an answer to his questions among the lights that illuminated the room.

Sengoku's little goat approached him, bleating sweetly and rubbing her face against his hand in search of caresses, which he gave her instinctively, while an idea began to form in his mind.

The Grand Admiral seemed to read his mind even before Garp could form a sentence. - If you want to go to Amazon Lily I won't stop you... But know that I don't want you to do one of your usual tantrums -, he scolded him,

- Remember that, despite everything, he is still under fire from the Navy and if he doesn't have a bounty on his head it's only because he's giving us useful information -. Sengoku rose from his chair to reach his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder before adding more: - I know how much this matter may have upset you and I know how much you are dying to confront him again but... he is still an enemy. Maybe as dangerous as Whitebeard... so be careful. I wouldn't want to have to mourn your loss because you got caught up in emotions -.

- Would you really cry for me Sengoku? I didn't make you so sentimental...-, Garp commented with a bitter laugh, but in reality he appreciated that the other was worried; in their young age, when they were still fighting against the Pirate King, Sengoku had always tried to avoid trouble for him, even though he was much younger than him.

- I'm serious Garp. Don't do anything stupid -.

- Okay, okay, I understand... -, the old Marine stood up in turn, returning the other's serious gaze with a smile. - Now I'd better go, it's quite a distance from here to Amazon Lily -.

As he watched him silently exit the room, Sengoku began to wonder if it had really been a good idea to reveal to him that perhaps that child who fell from the Foosha's cliff was still alive... .