Praised be his name; Minamoto
With a mind so sharp
He with ease can low-diff Garp
Wielding great precision, elgeance and finesse
There is no man, woman nor child left to impress
With the word of Tobidara he professed
Successfully the world fell to his conquest
Possessing all the wealth, power and fame yet a question remain..
Is there no one left to bring him cofe his realm mundane?