One Piece:Revenge Against Celestial Dragons.

"Stop it, kid."

Though his strength had grown over the past eight years, Garp's sideburns had turned even whiter with age.

Standing atop the rubble of a shattered wall, the Vice Admiral had just unleashed a furious blow—but his words lacked the coldness of his fists.

The war had reached its climax. Whether Admirals, pirates, or common soldiers, far too many lives had already been lost.

As a Marine, Garp couldn't allow old comrades to be swallowed again by the chaos of war. But at the same time, he couldn't bear to see the child he once saved spiral down the path of a demon.

"Knowing the hatred I carry, you still insist on defending this place!?"

Though they'd only spent a few months together, Iggy had once seen Garp as a real grandfather.

But warmth was fleeting. The fire in Iggy's eyes had returned—blazing with the killing intent of an Avenger.

Clinging to a so-called justice that preserved a rotting world, Garp was no different from the rest. He shared the sins of the system.

Dark emotions surged in Iggy's chest like a storm tide. He clenched his fists, and a pure white light flashed between his knuckles.

With a bang, the air shattered before him. Cracks spiderwebbed through the earth, tearing a long ravine across the battlefield.

Fueled by rage and despair, Iggy's earth-rending force once again surged toward Marineford's heart.

Lightning split the stone ground, tearing through the platform. The elevated stage holding Garp and Sengoku crumbled beneath the shock.

Yet Garp stood motionless, arms folded, calmly watching the furious boy vent.

Half of Marineford's headquarters collapsed. The destruction flattened the last remnants of the once-mighty fortress.

As the dust settled, Garp and Iggy now stood on equal ground—eye to eye.

"Feel better now that you've let it out?"

Despite facing the feared Avenger, Garp's courage didn't waver. He still stood tall—if not physically, then in spirit.

Iggy, who had personally brought down several of the world's strongest, found himself shaken by the unyielding presence of the familiar old man before him.

His expression flickered—panting with fury, while Garp met his wrath with a calm, unreadable gaze.

"You really think I won't kill you!?"

Like a grandfather watching a tantrum, Garp's calm only further enraged Iggy. His voice trembled with fury.

Iggy had burned bridges, betrayed comrades, manipulated Marines and pirates alike. He'd done whatever it took to achieve his vengeance.

But now, in front of this one old man—unafraid of death—Iggy's emotions were spiraling out of control.

"…You've been through a lot, haven't you?"

Garp's words were soft but steady, unaffected by the storm surrounding him.

It was like he was reminiscing with an old friend, not facing a mortal enemy on the battlefield. His tone transported them back to that quiet hut on Mt. Colubo—back to simpler days of training and trust.

"No one needs your pity. I threw away my emotions long ago."

Iggy tried to reaffirm his stance. But in truth, his heart had already started leaning toward Garp.

It wasn't a fight anymore. In this vast world, Garp was the only one who could still stir a flicker of humanity within him.

Garp's face was etched into his heart, and beneath the weight of that memory, Iggy slowly loosened his clenched fists.

"You don't know this… but eight years ago, I traded your life for my promotion to Admiral."

Garp's eyes locked onto Iggy's, like a grandfather speaking to a stubborn grandchild. His voice drifted into the air, calm and resolute.

Around them, villains clashed with the Red-Haired Pirates. Yet the conversation between the two was eerily quiet—almost peaceful.

The words struck Iggy like a hammer. He was left speechless.

"Three years ago, I tried to stop Akainu… but no one listened. I was powerless."

As he admitted his failure, Garp looked back at the orphan who had once left such a deep impression on him.

Then, true to his old self, Garp scratched his head and flashed a familiar grin—teeth bared, laughter ready.

He wasn't showing off. He was doing everything he could to awaken Iggy's conscience.

"I never thought the next time we'd meet… would be like this. On a battlefield."

His voice carried the weight of memory—of watching Ace, Luffy, and now Iggy choose their paths. Garp had never judged. He only tried to guide them, as best he could.

He reached out—just like he used to—and gently patted Iggy's shoulder.

"Stop, Iggy."

The weight of his palm felt just like it had back then: warm, steady, reliable.

Unlike anyone else, only Garp could make such a gesture to the Avenger and still live.

Those simple words echoed in Iggy's heart. For a moment, the tidal wave of vengeance receded—pushed back by the unshakable wall of family.

"…Grandpa."

At the word, Iggy fell into silence. Externally calm, but inside, he waged a war of his own.

His revenge had brought him this far. The war had led to a crucial Devil Fruit. He had killed, maimed, destroyed everything in his path.

And now, on the verge of striking down the Marine's greatest symbol… he hesitated. Not out of weakness, but because the only person who ever cared was now in front of him.

Hatred and humanity clashed within him like twin storms.

"I never regretted saving you."

While Iggy remained silent, Garp withdrew his hand and stood up again—dignified, unshaken.

The two locked eyes—like men, not enemies. Both waiting for the other's decision.

At last, Garp turned and walked toward the ruined remains of the Navy building.

Whatever Iggy chose, Garp had already fulfilled his duty—as a Marine, and as a grandfather.

Just as Garp's footsteps faded into the rubble, Iggy spoke at last.

"…This favor—I've returned it."

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