Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

"Well done, kid. Even Akainu can't get the upper hand against you anymore," Sengoku said with a rare look of relief as he addressed Satoru.

Though Sengoku didn't have particularly strong feelings toward Satoru, he couldn't deny the young man's exceptional talent, which had become invaluable to the Navy.

"That's because I'm strong now," Satoru replied with a smirk.

"Hahaha! You've really lost all modesty, haven't you?" Sengoku chuckled, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia. The confident figure standing before him seemed worlds apart from the young boy he had first met. Satoru had grown into a formidable man, capable of matching a Navy admiral in strength.

"Both Garp and Zefa have spoken highly of you," Vice Admiral Tsuru added. "Now that I've seen you in person, I understand why."

"Thank you for the compliment, Vice Admiral Tsuru," Satoru replied politely.

Sengoku's tone turned serious as he said, "The competition is in just over 20 days. You've seen Akainu's attitude. It's not just him; none of us in the Navy want the World Government meddling in our affairs. That's why you must win the upcoming competition. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Fleet Admiral," Satoru said, his confidence unwavering. "I'll say it again—no matter who my opponent is, I can only win."

His boldness left Sengoku momentarily speechless, but in the end, he let out a sigh of relief. "If you have that much confidence, I'll trust you."

"Now, go see Zefa. He'll want to see you, and that troublemaker Garp is probably with him. You can meet them both at once."

"Understood, Fleet Admiral," Satoru replied.

In the blink of an eye, Satoru vanished, leaving Sengoku and Tsuru staring at the empty space where he had stood.

"That speed... Is it some kind of spatial ability?" Tsuru asked, her sharp eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yes," Sengoku confirmed. "For him, distance is meaningless. As long as he's strong enough, he can travel instantly, even from here to the G8 Base."

Tsuru couldn't help but sigh in amazement. "Garp's luck is extraordinary. He not only raised a son like Dragon but also picked up such a talented protégé. It's almost unfair."

Sengoku shook his head with a wry smile. "You're telling me. Meanwhile, my own children are competent but pale in comparison. If not for sheer luck, they wouldn't even reach a vice admiral's level."

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Satoru appeared at Zefa's location, finding him playing chess with Garp. The sight of Garp engaged in such a calm, intellectual game surprised him.

"Ah, Satoru! You're here already? Zefa, let's call this match a draw and continue another time," Garp said quickly, abandoning his losing position on the chessboard.

Satoru and Zefa both sighed at Garp's shamelessness.

"You got here fast. Akainu didn't try to stop you?" Garp asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Akainu tried, but he didn't succeed," Satoru replied, narrowing his eyes. "You all knew he would, didn't you?"

Zefa chuckled. "Of course. We wanted to see if you could handle him. If you can't earn even Akainu's approval, then you have no business becoming an admiral."

"Exactly," Garp chimed in, sipping his tea.

Satoru crossed his arms and smirked. "If my strength still doesn't convince you, Master, why don't you test it yourself? Frankly, I don't think you're a match for me anymore."

Zefa raised an eyebrow at the audacious claim, his pride slightly wounded. "Oh? It seems your growth has made you overconfident. Fine. Let's see what you've got, and I'll remind you what it means to be an admiral."

Garp leaned back, grinning. "This is going to be fun to watch."

As Zefa stood, his aura flared, and Satoru's smirk deepened. This was more than a test; it was a clash between generations—a battle to prove Satoru's place among the strongest.