Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

The first half of the Grand Line, the paradise.

Naval Headquarters Marineford.

The sky was gloomy, as if endless black clouds turned into lead-colored Kabuto cap tightly covering the earth, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

More than a dozen crumbling Marine battleships are docked in the huge oval naval port, and members from the Marine Science Department are rushing to repair them.

From time to time, the wounded who were carried by stretchers were moved on the warship, and the doctors and nurses of the Military Medical Department were very busy.

Everyone's expressions were extremely gloomy, as if dripping water, their expressions were gloomy.

No one speaks,

All Marine soldiers performed their own missions without a word... and suffered the pain of defeat in the war.

Marine, it doesn't take long to remember that he has not endured such a terrible failure.

Even in the turbulent and magnificent Roger era, they were also the overlords of this sea. Even the powerful forces such as the Roger Pirate Group and the Whitebeard Pirate Group could only flee in the face of their army.

But this time, the military action of "Expedition to Dressrosa" directly broke the myth of Marine's undefeated.

Even their supreme commander almost fell to Dressrosa, and was finally forced to "exit New World" to get his life back alive.

This has to be said, it is the biggest shame in Marine's record history, there is no one.

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Nursing home for senior cadres of the Military Medical Department.

In the shady high-end hospital room, the Naval Headquarters Marshal Sengoku, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was the wobbly ceiling fan on the empty ceiling of the hospital bed.

Everywhere was filled with corrupt wounds, blood and the smell of disinfectant, pungent and nauseous.

The moment I wake up,

Sengoku only felt that his whole body was falling apart, and the hot, heart-piercing pain continued to spread from every inch of skin and every muscle of his body, turning into overwhelming torture and pain into his brain and soul.

With such severe pain, he couldn't help frowning and groaning.

"are you awake?"

"Don't move, the military doctor said that your injury was too serious. Now the effect of anesthesia is gradually fading, and the hardship has just begun."

A hoarse old voice came from the hospital bed.

Sengoku was taken aback, and turned his head with difficulty.

But just such an uncomplicated movement made him feel so painful that a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his body trembled slightly.

His whole person was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, and he looked like a zongzi.

Garp's tired face caught Sengoku's eyes.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Sengoku looked at Garp's chapped, pale lips and slimy hair, knowing that this old man probably hadn't left before, a warm current surged in his heart and sighed.

Garp shook his head:

"It didn't take long, just one day and one night."

Sengoku paused.

One day and one night?

It takes about a day to return from Dressrosa to Naval Headquarters, so now it has been three days since the Dressrosa incident...

"Garp..."

Sengoku opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but saw Garp wave his hand straight:

"Don't think too much, no one would have thought that Roy's combat power would be so terrible."

"Take care of your injury, there are still many things you need to do in the future... Marine, also waiting for you to lead."

Garp hesitated when he said the last sentence...

Sengoku couldn't hide this obscure action, and saw a bitterness on his face, and smiled bitterly:

"People from the government are here, right?"

Garp was taken aback and sighed.

Knowing that he couldn't hide from Sengoku's "The Resourceful General", he nodded and said:

"Well, half a day after our fleet arrived in Marineford, the Messenger of Five Elders has arrived."

Sengoku fell silent.

He moved his body and lay flat, his sharp and deep eyes gradually turned into apathy, as if staring at the ceiling fan dangling from the ceiling in a dazed manner.

The atmosphere became more and more depressing, and Garp didn't know what to say, what to say, and could only remain silent.

It seemed that even the green plants in the corner had stagnated and remained motionless.

After a while,

Sengoku suddenly smiled and said:

"It's time for my old bones to retreat, so that more young people have more opportunities to play."

Garp was stunned.

He wanted to say something, but Sengoku continued:

"In this war, I miscalculated, wrongly estimated the enemy's combat power, and wrongly estimated the world situation."

"For the Dressrosa incident, the old man, as Marshal Marine, is to blame."

"Gar, do me a favor..."

In the huge ward, Garp was silent for a long time, then nodded.

He stood up blankly, left the ward, and closed it carefully.

Outside the door of the ward,

Several pale figures wearing white silk robes and weird masks had already guarded there early.

Garp looked back at the door of the ward subconsciously, and pursed his lips.

The door seemed to never open again.

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