So it seems like
Rage Generator kickstarted something ... not long after I posted his chapter on FF.net (with his permission) I received another Omake not quite as long
I thought I also share with you.
Thanks goes to
Mr Grenam: the author of that Omake as he answers the question "What's Taylor's reaction going to be when presented with a second 'Golden Man' in the form of Sengoku's devil fruit?"
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Monkey D. Garp had never face such a situation. He was a man who trusted his gut above any other sense. It had proven it's trustworthiness in all manner of situations throughout his life and career. But here and now it's instructions were so at odds to his morals and beliefs that it completely baffled the Vice-Admiral.
Before Whitebeard it spoke a caution for the man's island breaking strength.
Before Rodger it spoke of excitement for the unbeaten challenge presented.
Before Kaido and Big Mom it spoke of worry for the collateral damage their savage cruelty would reap
But before this slip of a woman, whose face matched the fresh wanted posters in the ships hold closer than any drawn picture had a right to, Vice-Admiral Monkey D. Garp's gut spoke only of abandonment.
Of abandoning the fight before the first blow was struck
Of abandoning the oaths to the navy he had build his life upon
Of abandoning the oldest of his friends to his doom.
These instructions were so at odds with everything that Garp stood for, that for the first time in his life he froze in indecision and confusion.
Then the woman spoke and he froze for entirely new reasons"You Dare Show That Form To ME!?!"
Each word was a hammer blow with the weight of a battleship, not just to Garp's mind and spirit, but to the world around them. Such that, by the time silence fell, The Grand Line, wildest and most untamable of the world's oceans, was left a flat, perfect mirror from horizon to horizon.
It was only later, when he thought back to the view of standing on the edge of eternity, that he realized his gut had been right again. Not in telling him to run, but in causing an internal battle between his beliefs and his instincts. It was the only thing that could prepare him for the fight between his defiant will and his submissive body. A body that froze and fell, unbreathing, to the deck next to Sengoku's in its attempts to follow the single word instruction imprinted on the tsunami of Conqueror's Haki that washed over them.
"DIE."
~end scene~
