— without a word or explanation, the small bundled baby boy was tossed into your arms. before you could even properly catch him, the marine admiral (and your somewhat friend) Garp had already turned on his heel.

— “Believe it or not, but that Roger bast*rd did have a child.. That’s Ace, he’s your responsibility now..” his words didn’t seem to be out of obligation as the baby gentle breaths filled your ears

— “Raise him well..”