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The Monkey D family was never one to carry level headed characters in their lineage. No matter the path in life they seem to choose, they somehow always ended up stirring up something. And sure, the stories always told of great chaos being spread at every corner, but so very often they were spoken of with a fond smile by the elders remembering the events.
That was what it used to be, at least, but the last three generations were getting borderline insane.
Not that Sengoku was any stranger to that, Garp having been his closest friend for so many years now had made him accustomed to his particular disregard for normalcy and rules, but sometimes he wished he didn't have to be the one dealing with his mess... or the even bigger ones from his descendants. Unfortunately, as the Fleet Admiral, he was not granted such mercy. So, glasses fixed on his nose and cleaned for utmost time from his own fingerprints, he kept reading the recent report about the disaster (because no other word could describe such a blatant and utter failure) that had been the Sabaody's incident. Or rather, the most pressing part of it, it had been quite the mix of ingredients that lead to such a rich chaos-salad of destruction.
Monkey D. Luffy, his best friend's grandson and already infamous pirate despite only being on the seas for a short few months, had demonstrated to be just as batshit crazy as the rest of his family. Because this one, he could not blame on Garp exclusively, no. The seventeen year old had two whole examples he got that from, father and son being just as in toon with each other as grandson and grandfather.
What happened, the very one thing that set off everything else as a consequence, was that the kid had punched a Celestial Dragon in the face. Didn't care about facing an Admiral for it, didn't care about the trouble that arrival caused to all the other pirate crews on the archipelago at the time, didn't care about tearing down a whole ass auction house in the process either.
To be fair, about the auction house, Sengoku was actually glad. That... was not a subject he was happy with the Marine's stance on it, but he himself could not afford to act so blatantly and irrevocably against the World Nobles, his job being on the line as much as his head. So yeah, he could keep this small victory in his heart and never tell of it or only tell Garp.
Everything else, though... the more the marine's eyes scanned through the ink on the paper, the less he was able to actually focus on the present, his mind flying back many years in the past to silently laugh at the absurdity of it all, of just how similar they all were to each other and didn't even know that themselves. Because Luffy did the unthinkable, but he was not holding the gold medal on that particular race.
The biggest irony was, Garp and Dragon actually did that same unthinkable on the same day, on the same island even: God Valley. That was a real bad one, but the fact that one was out there shooting the Nobles with tranquilizers as a mere recruit while the other decided to go straight to the top and attack one of the Gorosei? And now the third generation of idiots was following right on their footsteps!
Ha!
The laugh that escaped the Fleet Admiral's lips was not one of joy, but driven purely by hysteria.
Because if he knew one thing about the Mokey D family was that this was but the start.
And Sengoku never dreaded the future more.