I'm at the top of One Piece

Before long, my feet, clad in sandals, were on the seabed sand.

Black hair floats in the seawater, tiny bubbles escape from its mouth, and it strolls in the somewhat weightless underwater environment.

The water pressure from all around was pressing down on my body.

can not breath.

Various strange and unusual sea fish swam around.

There are reefs on the seabed.

It has seaweed.

There are also a lot of shellfish and crabs.

Mercer looked around, kicked off the ground, splashing up a handful of mud and sand, and swam toward a millstone-sized blue stone not far in front of him.

We arrived at the bluestone.

Mercer clamped himself between his legs, securing himself to the seabed.

He lowered his center of gravity, clenched his fists, and began to punch in the seawater.

He threw punch after punch.

It stirred up a series of undercurrents.

The surrounding seawater flow became chaotic, the seaweed swayed, and the pressure increased.

As he continued to punch, he felt the oxygen in his body being consumed, and as a feeling of suffocation arose, his concentration actually became even stronger.

Moses' heart skipped a beat.

Focus on throwing a punch.

A dozen minutes later.

Moses surfaced.

He was breathing heavily.

He reached down to brush the seawater off his face, took a deep breath, and continued diving.

And so it goes.

……

The sun in the sky radiated warmth, and Mercer floated on the sea, his arms and legs moving nimbly beneath the water.

Its body floated and swam around the warship.

a moment.

Hearing a loud laugh, Mercer flipped over and dived into the sea. A dozen seconds later, he arrived at the shore where the sound had come from, and with a splash, he appeared in front of the people on the shore.

Upon seeing Mercer suddenly appear from the sea, Garp's eye twitched. Looking at Mercer's outstretched arm, he said speechlessly:

"You scared me when we met after just a few days apart. You're really filial!"

Grabbing Mercer's wrist, he pulled hard, splashing water as Mercer was lifted into the air.

Shaking the seawater off his head, Moses looked at the other person beside him and laughed:

"Hey? Kuzan, you guys watched those two fight? Who won?"

"Oh my god, it's you! You scared me half to death. I thought some kind of sea king had come up here!"

Kuzan waved his hand, deflecting the seawater that Moses threw at him. "Why are you suddenly concerned about those two?"

"They shouldn't have anything to do with you, right?"

"Can't you just be curious for a moment?"

"Mercy said with a smile."

Kuzan smiled and said, "I'm not telling you. Go ask your grandpa if you dare."

Moses pouted, looked up at Garp helplessly, and said, "Shouldn't you put me down? Aren't you tired of carrying me?"

Upon hearing this, Karp's eye twitched. This brat was using the formal "you" again; he was probably up to no good. He opened his hand, watching Moses fall from his grasp, and sneered:

"Those two bastards were evenly matched, and they broke up after a short fight. Alright, are you satisfied now?"

Seeing Garp's perfunctory attitude, Messer nodded and pulled Garp aside, saying, "Grandpa, I want to do an experiment. Can you help me?"

Karp raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat curious. "What kind of experiment?"

Mercer smiled, glanced at Ya Da Bao who was standing on the deck railing looking this way, and waved to him. Ya Da Bao flapped his wings and flew over.

Moses said, “Let us into my room.”

Ya Dabao cawed.

A ripple appeared on the surface of the body, and a suction force appeared.

Messer looked at Garp and said, "Grandpa, don't resist."

Amid Garp's curiosity, the two shrank and disappeared outside. Crow Da Bao glanced at Kuzan, who was equally curious.

With a flap of its wings, it quickly flew to the top of the warship's mast.

Kuzan froze for a moment, looking at Ya Dabao on the warship with a bewildered expression:

"Have you forgotten about me?"

……

"Castle Space. Residential Area"

Garp stood at the window, gazing at the warships that appeared much larger than they had appeared to be, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and he looked with interest at the crow on Moses' shoulder:

"Your bird is quite good. From now on, you can roam the world freely?"

Ya Dabao cried out in a hoarse voice, "Flying all the time is tiring for crows."

At that moment, a pink-haired head popped out of Moses' chest.

Garp's eye twitched as he looked at this bizarre scene. "Is this spirit girl also a Devil Fruit user?"

After thinking it over, I had some impressions.

"Paramecia-type Ghost-Ghost Fruit?"

Mercer's eyes lit up. "Grandpa, are you saying we've met before?"

"Yes, there was a user with special abilities more than ten years ago. His abilities were very troublesome, but he was eventually defeated."

"Speak, what did you call me here for?" Garp said with a subtle expression. "You didn't call me here to recognize someone, did you?"

"If that's the case, then you can forget about having a good day today."

Messer's lips twitched as he looked at Garp's ambiguous smile. He wondered if the old man felt something was missing if he didn't groom himself every day.

Feeling helpless.

"I want you to try it, Grandpa. How effective is Armament Haki at restraining spirits?"

Upon hearing this, Garp also became interested.

Since the previous ability user hadn't been in contact with him, he'd better have some fun with this one.

He waved to Perona, who obediently accepted the gesture, as she was quite afraid of the bear-like, muscular Garp.

The spirit, now in its normal form, stood before Garp.

He narrowed his eyes, plopped down on the ground, and an invisible Armament Haki appeared in his right hand as he gripped Perona's arm.

Passed through in one go.

Garp became interested and began to refine his Haki. As the quality of his Haki reached a certain stage, Perona's spirit was captured.

Perona stared at Garp in astonishment, her face filled with disbelief. "You actually caught me?"

She was surprised, and so was Garp, because Armament Haki is a special manifestation of life force and vitality, which is why it can capture such a spirit without a physical form.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Devil Fruit ability is really good, it's quite cheating. If your Haki isn't at a certain level, you still can't catch it."

"To what extent?" Mercer asked curiously.

"Hmm, the kind of Shichibukai, but one with strong Haki. Hmm, someone a level weaker than me should be fine. Kuzan should be okay now."

Hearing Garp's ambiguous explanation, Mather had a better understanding of the situation. He glanced at Garp's strength level, which he had "assessed" long ago, and found it to be A+.

So it seems that if the quality of Armament Haki doesn't reach B- rank, it will be ignored by spirits.

"Is that so?" A glint of light flashed in Moses's eyes. "Then Grandpa, why don't you try Pepe's Devil Fruit ability again?"

Garp's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh? Sure, I'll give it a try."

Mercer gave Perona a look, and the latter, equally unwilling to admit defeat, gritted her teeth and unleashed a white, transparent ghost doll from her palm, shooting straight at Garp's chest.

With a raised eyebrow, Garp trusted Moses, so he didn't try to stop him, letting the negative phantom pass through his chest.

The next moment, the extreme negative emotions in my heart were unleashed.

His face fell, he adopted an "orz" pose, slammed his head against the floor, and let out a low, negative sound:

"I'm such a terrible person, thinking about beating my grandson every day. If there were a crack in the ground, I'd want to crawl into it right now."

I'm so sorry to have been born a human. If there's an afterlife, I want to be a monkey.

Mercer's eye twitched; he felt like laughing, but also a sense of danger to his personal safety, and his face became somewhat distorted.

Messer did this because she understands Garp, but Perona didn't care at all. Garp's unexpected and endearing behavior was absolutely hilarious.

"Hala ala ala, Mather Mather, your grandpa is so cute and fun."

Mercer's eye twitched. He knew all too well the effects of the Negative Ghost's ability; it was time-limited.

Without making a sound, he moved away from the spirit Perona. The next moment, a dark fist struck the spirit's head with moderate force.

Suddenly, a large, steaming meat bun appeared, emitting translucent white steam.

Did you beat the spirit until it was smoking?

Mercer stared blankly, somewhat at a loss, when the next moment, a heart-wrenching wail rang in her ears.