Five massive warships, far larger than the typical vessels in these waters, swiftly cut through the waves in a formation resembling the number "122."
Not far from them, a quiet, unassuming island lay peacefully on the sea's surface.
On the deck of the leading warship stood four exceptionally tall men, each approximately three meters in height, positioned at the bow.
Each exuded a unique and formidable presence.
The man at the forefront, sporting a spherical, explosive hairstyle, appeared the most imposing. His oversized white coat billowed in the sea breeze.
"I can't believe that person is hiding in such a small place. Didn't he just become a globally renowned figure?" The man standing on the right, with a face full of excitement, gazed at the island and asked.
He wore a purple seagull-patterned headgear and small round glasses, had black curly hair, and donned a white justice cloak over a purple suit.
"And why do we have to wear formal attire?" He showed a hint of displeasure.
"Enough, Kuzan. A major battle is likely ahead. You should compose yourself." The man with the explosive hairstyle spoke without turning his head.
"Understood, Admiral Sengoku!" Kuzan replied, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his voice.
"Pirate King Roger, huh? Sounds troublesome. Fortunately, we're not the main force." Borsalino, standing alongside the other two, smirked.
Now wearing a black gentleman's hat and a white suit, he was inwardly puzzled. Why had they specifically assigned him, a mere rear admiral, to this mission? He had no desire to be entangled in such a troublesome affair.
In the center stood Sakazuki, dressed in a red suit. Though silent, his cold gaze was fixed firmly on the island named Baterilla.
"You should return to your respective ships. Remember, once the battle starts, your mission is to assist and encircle. Don't overexert yourselves!" Sengoku loosened his collar and instructed.
"Yes!"
"Understood."
Soon, the three most promising new recruits of the Navy Headquarters returned to their positions.
The four warships then spread out, surrounding the island from several directions.
Sengoku's ship continued its straight course.
Standing alone at the bow, Sengoku gazed at the approaching island while pondering the peculiar mission.
"How did the World Government learn of Roger's presence here? And is it true that Roger has a terminal illness, which led him to disband the Pirates?"
"They even say Roger has a wife named Rouge on this island, and she's pregnant!"
These were the top-secret intelligence reports sent to him by Fleet Admiral Kong from the World Government.
Such unbelievable information made him increasingly wary of Cipher Pol's capabilities.
To uncover even such details was truly chilling!
"Wow\~ We've finally arrived. That bastard Roger hid so deeply."
Garp yawned, rubbing his eyes as he stepped out from the cabin.
Seeing his disheveled appearance, Sengoku's forehead twitched, and he angrily scolded:
"Look at you! We're about to take action, and you come out looking like you've just woken up?"
Garp waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's fine, it's fine. Didn't they say Roger's got a terminal illness? Now he's alone, so he's much less of a threat."
"You're unbelievable!"
Sengoku glared at him before turning his attention back to the island.
Garp walked over, scratching his chin in confusion.
"But this mission specifically asks us to be mindful of civilian safety, evacuate the islanders first, and avoid unnecessary destruction of the island's buildings and environment."
"Honestly, I still can't believe my ears. Did the Gorosei eat something spoiled?"
"Watch your words, Garp!"
Sengoku snorted coldly.
However, he too was deeply astonished. The World Government had become somewhat... strange.
But regardless, this order suited their intentions perfectly, so they accepted it without hesitation.
"On Baterilla Island"
Residents near the port began to panic as they saw five enormous warships encircling the island. They couldn't understand why the Navy would come to such a remote part of the South Blue.
Roger, who had been having lunch with his recently pregnant wife, Rouge, furrowed his brow as he sensed something amiss.
"What's wrong, Roger?" Rouge asked, setting down her knife in confusion.
"I need to step out for a moment. You continue eating."
Roger stood, gently caressing her golden hair, and smiled before leaving the dining room.
As he opened the door, his demeanor shifted from that of a gentle islander to a sharp, alert individual