I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

The once flat ground suddenly rose into mountains, transforming into a giant five-fingered mountain under the influence of an invisible force.

As Sieg moved his hand, the Five Finger Mountain slammed into the giant iron ball, smashing the flying iron ball into the ground. The island's ground trembled and cracked.

“Garp.” Sig’s gaze was calm as he looked at Garp across the distance, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Do you know why I initially wanted to live a peaceful life?

His voice was calm and composed, as if he were talking to himself rather than to Garp.

"What the hell are you talking about? This is ridiculous!"

Garp had no habit of arguing with his enemies. He had already leaped up and jumped onto the iron chain connecting the giant iron ball. His figure turned into a blurry afterimage as he rushed over.

"I have no interest in reminiscing with you!"

He is Garp, the naval hero.

He held the rank of lieutenant general, but repeatedly refused promotion to general, which was certainly remarkable.

Garp has neither Devil Fruit abilities nor Conqueror's Haki aptitude; he has stood the test of time since the Rocks era solely with his iron fists, making him one of the few remaining Marine heroes.

At this time.

A massive amount of Armament Haki condensed in his fists, coiling around them and turning them into a jet-black color, as if a faint black light was spreading through the surrounding air. Garp's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he hurtled through the air at lightning speed.

Before the punch even landed, the oppressive force of the punch already swept over you, like a storm passing by, making it impossible to look directly at you.

Amidst the howling wind.

Sieg narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself:

"That's really unfortunate."

"You don't want to reminisce, but I happen to be quite nostalgic."

When he first transmigrated, Sieg didn't have any long-term plans.

Upon hearing that Garp was coming to the Goa Kingdom to visit his grandson Luffy, he was so frightened that he quickly hid in the mountains to avoid trouble and danger.

After Garp arrived, chaos ensued, and he was forced to set sail as the Pirate King of the East Blue.

Yes.

Initially, Sieg didn't have any goal of "wanting to live a peaceful life".

It was only because of Garp's arrival that he was forced to go to sea. After walking a tightrope in fear and experiencing life-threatening situations, Sig gradually developed this wish in his heart and began to yearn for a peaceful life.

Although it wasn't entirely because of Garp, that meeting with Garp was a beginning.

And now...

Sig looked up at Garp, who was rushing towards him.

He saw Garp's jet-black iron fist, the swirling, twisted air currents, and the bandits and marines around him retreating in panic.

When he first met Garp, he was just like he is now. Without saying a word, he would unleash his iron fist with overwhelming force, almost ending the game on the spot.

This is how it all began.

At this moment.

Just like that time and that moment.

"Why do you all always have to push me?" Sig's voice was deep, his black hair flying wildly in the wind from his punches.

It wasn't like he was talking to Garp, but rather like he was talking to his own inner self.

Bang! Bang bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The intense roar of the Emperor's engines was deafening!

This moment.

A sudden feeling of dread washed over Garp as he rushed towards them.

Although this wasn't the first time he had faced Sig, nor the first time he had heard this strange imperial engine sound, this time... he felt as if he were facing a prehistoric beast that had just awakened.

"Life Returns: Paper-Painted Martial Arts!"

In an instant.

He saw Sieg's body suddenly expand with the roar of the Emperor's engine, his muscles growing rapidly to three or four meters tall, his shoulders like mountains, and his chest broad.

"Wouldn't it be better to let me live a peaceful life?" Sig murmured.

While they were talking.

Visible hot steam billowed from the nasal cavity, and air currents arose with each breath, turning into scorching hot winds that swept in all directions.

Its heart roared like a warship engine, its flesh and blood were like steel, and its breath was like scorching steam... This was not human at all, but a non-human steel behemoth.

Garp's vision blurred, and Sig's left arm, which had swelled several times in size, disappeared from his sight.

He only felt his rapidly pounding fist being instantly enveloped by a huge hand, and the immense force brought him to a complete halt.

Ok?

Karp stared at Sig, his eyes widening slightly.

Another giant, fan-like hand reached towards his head, rapidly growing larger in his eyes.

Then, everything went black.

Sig grabbed Garp's head tightly with one hand, stomped his foot hard, and as the ground cracked, the two of them disappeared from their original positions, instantly traversing a hundred meters.

Suddenly.

His giant hand grabbed Garp's head and slammed it into the huge iron ball that had sunk into the ground!

boom!

A visible ripple of air spread outwards.

when!!

A tremendous crash echoed across the battlefield.

Only then did the remaining naval forces on the battlefield react and look in the direction of the sound.

A tall, imposing figure stood like an iron tower before the iron ball.

He stood before the enormous iron ball, which was larger than a warship, and watched as several thick cracks appeared on it.

The crack vaguely resembled a human figure. Garp's body was forcefully smashed into the giant iron ball, his hands and feet sinking into it, his head bleeding profusely, and blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

"Vice Admiral Garp...?"

The navy man made a strange sound from his throat, as if someone had choked him.

"How could this be?"

"He's a hero of the Navy..."

Under the watchful eyes of many, Garp, on whom high hopes were placed, twitched his hands and feet slightly.

"X---G----"

Karp struggled to pull himself out of the iron ball and shook his groggy head.

Don't you dare think that—

Before Garp could finish speaking, a jet-black fist the size of a sandbag slammed into his face.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

One punch after another, one blow after another.

The giant iron ball developed more and more cracks, and eventually half of it broke apart, and Garp's body finally fell out of the cracks.

His face was covered in blood, and his clothes were tattered, but his eyes remained resolute and unyielding.

He fought on the battlefield throughout his life, encountering countless powerful enemies. Despite being wounded, he remained strong and unyielding.

“Sig! Let me say what I have to say---”

Boom boom boom boom!

A dense barrage of punches enveloped Garp's entire body.

Garp was enveloped in a thick layer of Armament Haki, and he was now truly unleashing his full power.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two figures raced across the land, causing the ground to crack and walls to collapse wherever they went, forcing all the navy and bandits to retreat at top speed.

Thick, solid walls collapsed one after another, and the steel-armored bunkers were easily torn apart and breached.

Wherever the two fight, the land collapses.

Suddenly.

Garp's figure fell to the ground like a meteor, creating a large V-shaped crack and causing the ground to sink.

Sig stood in the sky, his eyelids lowered, unleashing a powerful burst of telekinesis.

The enormous iron ball, larger than a warship, rose into the sky under the pull of telekinesis, and then slammed down on the fallen Garp like a meteorite.

Garp pushed himself up with his arms, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and he raised his arms high to support the huge iron ball. His arm muscles bulged, tearing the cuffs of his clothes.

With Garp's strength, he could easily lift a huge iron ball that was larger than a warship, and he could even throw it with his bare hands.

But the giant iron ball that Sieg threw with telekinesis was not that simple.

With the strength of a lion, Sieg's massive iron ball had an impact comparable to a golden lion dropping an island from the sky.

Even for Garp, it wouldn't be easy to withstand that attack head-on.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open in anger, and the muscles in his arms were bulging, but the ground beneath his feet continued to sink and crack under the enormous impact.

In mid-air.

Sig flashed and landed above the giant iron ball.

He gently bent down and reached out to touch the surface of the iron ball beneath his feet.

Black Armament Haki began to swirl around his palms, and as he moved his hands, dark red lightning, like ribbons, tore through the air, following him like a shadow.