150 The ripples continue (1/2)
A shudder ran through Sengoku's spine as he stared at the cowering transponder snail. He had just received a report from Garp, and it forced a whole slew of curses from his mouth.
His rimmed glasses flashed as he slowly sighed, reclining slightly on his chair as he sighed in exhaustion. His dark eyes closed as the bags under them gained prominence, ever since information came to him of the clash between the two emperors he had been staring down receiving call after call while he attempted to make a coherent battle map off the fragmented parchment on his desk.
Exhaustion flowed through his system as he contemplated inaction. He was tired, and if what Garp said, was anything to go by, he would have to pay a personal visit to a certain man.
He was aware to a frightening degree how protective the sea faring behemoth was, especially towards his adoptive children. Nevertheless, the bridge was not truly burnt as of yet, Whitebeard would not wage all out war jeopardizing everyone on his crew to avenge a slight injury on one of his commanders.
As far as Sengoku was concerned, Thatch's situation was not truly lethal, it was at most a sign of extreme exhaustion, not something that would cripple the man for the rest of his life at least, and that meant that things had not gone past the limit of reconciliation.
The price that he would have to pay however was something that he truly shuddered to think of.
With a surging heart, he slowly reached across from his desk to a particularly smug looking snail.
This snail only connected the old Fleet Admiral to a single other one, the transponder owned by the five elder stars to be precise.
With a deep sigh, he pulled up the organism each ring, forcing the man to calm down and squash any emotion that he felt. Every time he conversed with the manipulative group of old men he would be left drained, and this time he was sure the grilling would be many fold stronger.
”Fleet Admiral.” an emotionless voice called out from the other end.
”We have a situation.” Sengoku replied no prelude to his statement. The lesser time the two groups spent in conversation the easier the old man would be able to sleep at night.
The other line remained silent, a single impatient snort encouraging him to continue. ”Borsolino was rescued, but the mission did not go unnoticed. There was altercation with the Whitebeards.” he summarised succinctly.
”I was under the impression that 'The Fist' was on board the rescue mission?” the other side asked (clearly the bald man from the scratchy tone that he employed).
”Garp was among the ones that were dispatched, as a last resort he was ordered to lie low, even if the marines were discovered on the island the three Vice Admirals would not illicit as drastic of a response from the old emperor, or at least that was the original plan.