The Buccaneer Name

Inside the maintenance bay on Future Island, the Golden Light hadn't yet faded when a new notification appeared on the Sky Screen: [Detected Bartholomew Kuma's complete memory return][Detected World Government's high-level blockade of Historical Nodes ][Next question preview][Why is the Buccaneer Tribe called a race that must disappear].

Bonney stood beside the maintenance chair, her eyes still red, but her hands were already tightly gripping the bear's sleeve.

"What else will they ask?" she asked.

Vegapunk stared at the Sky Screen, still breathing heavily in his mouth.

"Buccaneer Tribe," he said.

Sabo stood by the door, just patting his dusty sleeves twice.

"Just from their names, you can tell the World Government doesn't intend for them to live too peacefully."

Kizaru, leaning against the wall with half a stick of light still in his hand, raised his eyes upon hearing this.

"I'd like to see what excuse they can come up with this time."

The dragon stood at the door of the maintenance cabin, where the air pressure was kept very low.

"Every time the World Government wants to wipe out a group, they always come up with a plausible reason."

"Let's see it first."

As Sky Screen broke, the whole world fell silent.

[Question: Why is the Buccaneer Tribe listed as an object of extermination by the World Government?]

[A. Their bloodline is too powerful, enabling them to endure pain that ordinary people cannot.]

[B. They know an ancient truth that could shake the very foundations of the Holy Land.]

[C. They are associated with the "Sun Will" of the Ancient Kingdoms.]

[D. All of the above.]

Sabo spoke first.

"These kinds of questions are just meant to burn your brains."

Bonney stared at the options, her fingertips turning white.

They won't even let go of the word 'bloodline'.

Robin's voice came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, carrying a suppressed emotion.

"If it's about the Buccaneer Tribe, then there wouldn't be just one reason."

"What the World Government fears has never been a single capability."

"What they fear is a thread that can connect people to the truth."

Luffy sat on the gunwale, his Straw Hat pulled low.

"Then choose all of them."

Nami glared at him from the side.

"You make it sound so easy."

"This question is clearly designed to drag people into a deeper level."

Luffy looked up at the Sky Screen.

"Then drag them out."

At Marine Headquarters, Akainu flicked his cigarette ash onto the table, his face even more somber than usual.

"Another group that was wiped out."

Sengoku looked at the question but did not speak immediately.

He closed the file and gently tapped the edge of the table.

"The Buccaneer Tribe are not well documented in Navy Archives."

"The fewer the specimens, the more it indicates that someone doesn't want them to remain."

Aokiji leaned against the door, holding a can of ice water in his hand.

"Broadcasting this kind of topic on the Sky Screen, the World Government probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

Kizaru raised his chin slightly in the outer harbor.

"Then let them stay awake."

In the Holy Land Mary Geoise, the expressions of the Five Elders changed almost simultaneously.

"Delete it."

It's too late.

"Then seal off the memory projection."

"The Sky Screen is not under our jurisdiction."

"Then let's shift the responsibility back."

"It can't be suppressed."

Saint Saturn stared at the screen, his hands gripping the armrests, his knuckles clenching.

"The old cases of the Buccaneer Tribe must not be brought up here."

Imu's gaze remained fixed on the screen, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Then let them learn to be silent until they give an answer."

In her room on Future Island, Bonney looked up.

"What are you afraid of?"

Vegapunk didn't look at her.

"I'm afraid they'll tell the truth."

Bonney gave a cold laugh.

"Then let them talk."

The countdown on the Sky Screen canopy began to tick.

[Three minutes to answer.]

Inside the Revolutionary Army Headquarters, Sabo looked at Dragon.

"Should we send someone to check the old files?"

The dragon shook its head.

"Checking now is like reminding them."

"Listen to the answer first."

Robin spoke in a low voice from the other end.

"If it's all of the above, then the very existence of the Buccaneer Tribe is the evidence the World Government least wants people to remember."

Nami frowned.

"So what exactly did they prove?"

Robin did not answer immediately.

"Wait for Sky Screen to speak."

Time passed little by little.

The whole world is waiting.

Garp sat in the old Navy chair, his wine glass empty.

"I've never heard of this name before."

Sengoku glanced at him.

Just because you haven't heard of something doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Garp snorted.

"Then stop keeping me in suspense."

The Sky Screen resets to zero in the last three seconds.

The answer wasn't given out first.

What fell first was an old image suppressed in the Golden Light.

In the video, there is a low wooden house with a strong wind blowing in front of it.

A broad-shouldered man was squatting on the ground, holding a piece of wood in his hand, slowly whittling off the edges.

"I've got it."

He said.

"Buccaneer is not a bad name."

"They are the kind of people who would carry the lives of others on their shoulders."

The young bear stood to the side, clutching a piece of dry food in its hand, its eyes wide open.

Why carry others on your back?

The man looked up and glanced at him.

"Because some people can't walk anymore."

"Because some paths have to be trodden by someone first."

"Our people bear a heavier burden than others."

The bear listened very attentively.

"Then why does the World Government hate us?"

The man paused in his actions.

"Because they're afraid of people with something on their backs."

"I'm also afraid that someone will be willing to carry me on their back."

Then, the scene shifts, and hurried footsteps can be heard outside the wooden house.

A woman rushed in, her face pale.

"They're here."

The man stood up and placed the wooden board on the table.

Who's here?

The woman gritted her teeth.

"The one in white."

The air in the room suddenly tightened.

The bear didn't understand, but simply took half a step behind its father.

The man reached out and pressed down on the top of his head.

"Remember."

"What if one day someone asks you, 'What is Buccaneer?'"

"You just say they're a group that will take on the burden of others' livelihoods."

Even if I fall first.

Bonney's breathing became erratic.

"This is..."

Vegapunk stared at the screen, his throat tightening.

This is the first level.

Sabo stared at the video, his gaze darkening.

"There's a second layer."

The Sky Screen never stopped.

The Golden Light continued to press downwards.

[Correct answer revealed.]

[D, All of the above.]

There was no sound from anywhere in the world.

The narration began on the Sky Screen.

The Buccaneer Tribe are not simply a race of enormous physiques.

[They possess an ancient, enduring bloodline, enabling them to remain mobile even in extreme pain and to continue standing when others collapse.]

This lineage once held a secret duty during the Ancient Kingdom period.

They were responsible for transporting the wounded, passing records, carrying fire starters, and escorting survivors across the front lines.

They are the people least likely to be seen in war.

[Also, the person most likely to remember the truth.]

Robin gently placed his hand on the Den Den Mushi.

That's why they were targeted.

"Because they are proof of being alive from birth."

The Sky Screen continues to fall.

[The second reason is that they know an old story that could shake the Holy Land.]

[The Buccaneer Tribe witnessed firsthand how the World Government treated innocent people during a repression operation that was subsequently wiped out.]

They didn't bury it.

They carried it away.

Sengoku's eyes darkened.

"I see."

"The crane said softly."

The more you know, the faster you die.

Aokiji leaned against the doorframe, tapping lightly on the bottle with his fingertips.

"That's not all."

The third layer of text appeared on the Sky Screen.

[The third reason stems from their connection with the Ancient Kingdom of "The Sun Will."]

[Before the Great Kingdom was destroyed, the Buccaneer Tribe served as Keepers of the Flag, guarding the last batch of documents and artifacts that were sent out.]

They left behind something that could inspire the next generation.

[Therefore, the World Government views them as a race that could reignite the old flames.]

[They must disappear.]

Inside the gates of Future Island, Bonney took a step back upon hearing this.

"The Keepers of the Flag."

She repeated those three words.

"That's why Dad was called Tyrant."

"So even though he did nothing wrong, he was still being hunted down and killed."

The bear sat in the chair, its eyelashes fluttering slightly.

That wasn't a mechanical tremor.

It's a human reaction.

Bonney saw it, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

Did you hear that?

"They said you were the flag bearers."

They say you carried fire on your backs.

They say you've left the livelihood to others.

The bear did not reply immediately.

He raised his hand and gently touched Bonney's hair.

"Um."

There is only one word.

But it made Bonney tremble all over.

Sabo clenched his fists until they turned white.

"That's their reason for wanting to exterminate the entire race."

"Because they're afraid of people who can carry things on their backs."

"I'm afraid of people who can remember things."

"Someone who's afraid of taking other people's lives seriously."

The dragon spoke.

There's still one thing I'm afraid of.

Everyone looked at him.

The dragon's gaze fell upon the Sky Screen.

"They fear that the Buccaneer Tribe will reiterate to the world the question of 'how people should live'."

In the conference room of Holy Land Mary Geoise, Saint Saturn's voice was very low.

"This video must be stopped."

"I can't stop."

"Then destroy the source of the evidence."

"The Sky Screen is overhead for the whole world."

"Then destroy the person who spoke."

Imu did not speak.

The Five Elders, however, understood.

The most dangerous thing now is not the content.

They are people awakened by the content.

The images in the Sky Screen continued to descend.

The man pulled the bear behind the door and whispered.

"If the person in white asks you, 'Where are the clan's belongings?'"

Xiong stared blankly at his father.

What am I supposed to say?

The man looked at him.

You should say you don't know.

You must learn to survive.

You should continue memorizing what you can.

The woman beside her covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Do you really have to teach him this way?

The man did not turn around.

"It's not that I insist on teaching it this way."

"They forced me to do it."

The footsteps outside grew closer.

Someone is knocking on the door.

"Open the door."

"Ordered to search."

The man grabbed the wooden plank from the table and shoved it into the bear's arms.

"Take it."

"Remember this pattern."

"If you see the same pattern in the future, you'll know whose fire hasn't gone out yet."

The bear clung tightly to the plank of wood.

"Father."

The man crouched down and touched his forehead to the other's.

Don't be afraid.

"What our race has no shortage of is the strength to carry others through thick and thin."

"What if one day you encounter someone who needs your help?"

"You should save him."

Even if you yourself fall down.

The knocking on the door became more urgent.

"Final warning."

The woman hugged the bear, her voice trembling.

Remember what Mom said.

"Alive."

Even if life is exhausting, we must keep living.

The moment the door was pushed open, the image on the Sky Screen suddenly went black.

Then, the new gold lettering fell.

[The Buccaneer Tribe Eradication Order, officially recorded.]