Kenma listened quietly, and through the ability to connect, felt the true feelings between the two of them.
In his perception, neither Sengoku nor He had the dirty thoughts he thought, and every word he spoke was true.
"So, what you mean is that we should make corresponding preparations in advance--"
Sengoku said in a deep voice, "Right now, we people here can guarantee the most basic peace, but Great King will definitely transfer us people away in the future, to Soul Society or Ninja World, or other worlds--"
"When we people leave, there will be an imbalance of power in Underworld City, and riots will inevitably occur."
"Therefore, I have two suggestions here. I hope Great King can listen to them."
Kenma waved his hand and said, "Speak."
Sengoku said, "First point, before we transfer people away, we must bring Whitebeard with Great King, and we must not let him guard one place."
"His power is so terrifying and his charisma is great enough. Once someone wants to do something wrong, he will become the most obvious target."
Kenma nodded slightly, he had already thought about this, and what Sengoku said coincided with him.
It was a helpless move for Whitebeard to guard this place at the beginning. There were only a few people under his command. Who could Whitebeard use if he didn't?
Now, as time goes by, the number of people on his hands is gradually increasing, and he has enough talents to replace them.
"What about the second one?"
Sengoku looked at He, who put down his tea cup and said, "The second thing is to sort out a proper bureaucratic management system. We can no longer use people at will like now and get rid of those hidden dangers."
"Great King will not stop. There will be more and more worlds in charge in the future, and a standardized system will inevitably be needed."
"Not only the reconnaissance force and the main army to conquer the world, but also the General who guard the place, the officials who are in charge, and the supporting supervision system, so that there will be no trouble."
"Let me tell you something that Great King doesn't like to hear. There is no limit to the power of one person. Just relying on Great King's own power to monitor his subordinates will never be very effective."
Kenma walked to the table and sat down, put down the empty tea cup in his hand, and the crane beside him filled it with water.
Gazing across the two people in front of him, Kenma nodded secretly in his heart.
In the bottom of his heart, he was actually brewing such an idea, but due to the knowledge in his mind, he could not formulate it easily.
He was an ordinary person during his lifetime. Except for Awakening's Zanpakuto, which had great power, he was no different from ordinary people.
Now that Sengoku and He He had pierced this layer of window paper, he no longer concealed it and asked tentatively, "What do you think?"
Sengoku tensed up, knowing that the highlight was now.
He lowered his voice and said, "What is the operating logic of World Government's system?"
"World Government?" Kenma looked suspicious.
"Not bad."
Sengoku nodded heavily, and He on the side asked softly, "Is it possible that Great King wants the political model of Soul Society, or the system of separation of military power and finance in Ninja Village?"
"Of course not."
Kenma shook his head, he didn't want to be like Spirit King, who resembled a human pig.
What he did was to make himself a master, rather than to end up as a miserable person like Spirit King.
We don't even want to formulate an extremely distorted political system like Ninja World did.
Hashirama Senju was ignorant back then, but he is not Hashirama Senju.
But World Government's way of existence is also full of shortcomings in his opinion.
"I hate the existence of those Celestial Dragonss who are like stupid pigs, and those Nobles who don't know the pain--"
Hearing Kenma's words, enlightenment flashed in Sengoku's eyes, and his own light inadvertently swept across the Underworld City outside the window.
No wonder there is no Celestial Dragons in the entire city of Yomi. Even the strong ones in Celestial Dragons, Five Martial Gods and God's Knights, can't be seen.
It turns out that it made Kenma, the owner of Netherworld, disliked, so it's not surprising.
Just as Sengoku was about to speak, Kenma's next words followed, disrupting the words that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.
"Unless I am Celestial Dragons!"
As soon as these words came out, Sengoku was stunned.
Great King, your idea is too true!
After swallowing the words he was about to blurt out just now, Sengoku reacted. Not only was he not angry, but he was overjoyed.
Quickly weaving the next words in his mind, Sengoku became more confident about persuading Kenma.
"Then abolish all Noble titles and retain official positions. Only Great King in the system will stand above all living beings!"
Speaking of this, Sengoku's eyes suddenly burst into unprecedented light.
"Yes, abolish those Noble!"
"Great King Think about it, from the perspective of domination, besides Celestial Dragons, does World Government have any other omissions?"
"No!"
"World Government has existed for eight hundred years. Those taxes like Heavenly Tribute can be collected from the private sector, which shows that the government's administrative system has not collapsed! Cipher Pol can still have sufficient spying and assassination capabilities, which shows that the intelligence system has not been corrupted!"
"As for the largest violent organization, the Navy, after eight hundred years, it can still maintain enough purity and has not become anyone's personal power. The hearts of most naval officers have been washed and impregnated by [justice], and they have maintained sufficient combat effectiveness. Needless to say!"
Sengoku, you just wanted to say you were brainwashed by justice, right?
Kenma silently looked at the passionate Sengoku, thinking about his words in his heart.
The more he thought about it, the brighter Kenma's eyes became, and then he looked at Sengoku in surprise.
Sengoku: There is nothing wrong with what you said!
A word that wakes up the dreamer!
According to the meager knowledge in his mind, he searched all the regimes and found no stable enough regime like World Government!
That's right, it's stable!
World Government has been running for eight hundred years, but there are not only a handful of regimes that can still rule after such a long period of time, but none at all.
Zhou Dynasty It took eight hundred years, but the result was that the princes rose up together and competed for hegemony from all directions. They did not pay attention to the Zhou royal family at all, let alone qualified governance.
Eastern Roman Empire has existed for more than a thousand years, but what is the result?
Forget it, just hang the Doge of Venice.
The Han Dynasty was destroyed by force, but in the end, domestic warlords rose up; Tang Dynasty became prosperous, and as a result, vassal towns were separated, military men came to power, morality was lost, and even eating rice and meat became a fashion.
Even though it was as strong as Ming Dynasty, it only lasted less than three hundred years before the bureaucracy was completely rotten and powerless Rotation.
Not to mention the Ninja Village system of Ninja World and the Noble system of Soul Society!
Upon closer inspection, World Government is really a bright and wonderful thing.
In the past eight hundred years, there has been no Affiliated Nation struggle for hegemony, no military in power, and the bureaucracy has not been completely corrupt.
If it were not destined to be Pirate King Luffy, World Government would still exist.
All I can say is that it is indeed a world in a shounen manga.
Compared with reality, the corrupt regime World Government is like a collection of truth, goodness and beauty, and even the dark side is far more beautiful than in reality.
At least it won't be like some kind of lighthouse country that deliberately creates a killing line in human society. A random accident can cause the loss of countless middle-class lives.
Of course, Kenma will not rule out the influence caused by beings with special powers, such as Devil Fruit, or Haki!
Sengoku and He both saw the light in Kenma's eyes. They looked at each other and nodded slightly.
After giving Yanmo time to think about it, and seeing his expression gradually calm down, He continued, "What's more, Your Majesty, your power is far beyond that of ordinary people. It is not impossible to become an immortal god like the Spirit King in the future!"
"Just become Spirit King!"
Hearing the metaphor of the crane, Kenma waved his hands repeatedly, and his excited emotions were as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he instantly calmed down.
"Ah, it's--"
Although He didn't know why Kenma was so negative about the existence of Spirit King, it didn't stop her from persuading her.
"Then Great King must be a god-like existence that will live forever!"
"Great King's position is just like Celestial Dragons of World Government. On weekdays, there is no demand, and government affairs are left to his subordinates. Great King takes care of them. If necessary, he will issue orders. With Great King's ability and prestige, no one in the system dares to disobey."
"Use those who are useful, depose those who are useless, and keep this political power firmly in your hands."
Kenma frowned and asked, "Leave government affairs to my subordinates, what about me? Don't I have to do anything?"
"Great King If you like those general affairs, you can naturally arrange them to your heart's content." Sengoku said.
Kenma waved his hand. "Forget it, frankly speaking, I really don't like complicated government affairs."
Compared with these mundane tasks, he might as well read, exercise, and practice calligraphy in his study alone.
Ever since he was favored by the Shikokuin Family and called him as his son-in-law, his whole life was like clockwork. He did not dare to relax for a moment and indulged in the Shikokuin Family's various sundries.
He was busy all day long, getting up before dawn, and was as tired as a dog. As a result, he was the one who suffered, but it was Shikokuin Family's Head of the Family who enjoyed it!
If it weren't for the realization of his ambition, the devil wouldn't bother to do this.
To put it even more shamelessly, he just wants power and enjoys the status and glory that power brings, and does not want to bear the obligations and responsibilities that come with power.
Just like the current Head of the Shikokuin Family!
Sengoku looked at Kenma in front of him and said in a deep voice, "As for Great King, there is only one thing to do!"
"Make sure that you are strong. The stronger, the better. You can even compete with all the violent methods in the entire management system! Only the stronger Great King is, the more stable this system will be!"
"In this world, strength is ultimately the most important thing, not truth!"
Hearing Sengoku's last words, Kenma frowned and looked at Sengoku in surprise.
Sengoku was surprised by Kenma's gaze. He couldn't help but touch his face and asked doubtfully, "Why, is there something wrong with what I said?"
"There's nothing wrong, it just doesn't feel like something someone like you would say."
Kenma joked, "I said before that I was brainwashed by justice, and just now I said that strength is king. These words are not so much Fleet Admiral, but rather the words of a pirate like Kaido."
"Uh--oh--"
Sengoku spoke in a tone of voice, swallowed the tea in his mouth, and sighed deeply.
"But isn't the so-called world like this? I'm just stating a sad fact. The more you experience it, the more you realize how cruel the world is."
"In the world of Human World, no matter the living or the dead, they are unreasonable and only talk about power!"
"If World Government doesn't have enough power, Four Seas won't tolerate them anywhere!"
"If Great King does not have enough power, our navy, Whitebeard's pirates, and even Uchiha Clan will not obey Great King's words, right?
Kenma nodded lightly. "Sengoku, you are right."
Seeing that the teacups of the two people opposite were half full, Kenma poured it for them personally.
"Sengoku, He, I am very moved by what you said, but I still have a question."
Sengoku held up the tea cup and waited for Kenma to fill it, then said solemnly, "Great King, please speak."
He knew that Kenma had been persuaded by him, and this was the last test tonight.
After Kenma filled the crane again, he put down the teapot, held the cup in both hands, and looked straight at Sengoku in front of him.
"Why are you so willing to help me? In other words, what is your purpose?"
"If you were just my subordinates, you only need to passively accept my orders. Instead of having such strong subjective initiative like tonight, Isshin will check for my mistakes and fill in the gaps."
"I'm curious, can you tell me?"
Sengoku took a sip of the scalding tea and dropped the tea cup heavily on the table, his eyes showing determination.
"For justice to reign in the world!"
Kenma smiled in his heart and said softly, "This is different from what you just said."
"Just think that I have been brainwashed by the so-called justice!"
Sengoku looked solemn and his tone was full of seriousness.
"Death is the end of everything."
"But now, the world after death does exist and is right in front of me. This is another chance for me!"
"The same is true for those ordinary people who cannot find justice and salvation during their lifetime. Death is the second chance of salvation!"
"What you couldn't do in life, then pursue it again here Afterlife, in order to save more humiliation and unwillingness, and to implement my justice!"
With the last words, Sengoku almost roared, and his voice cracked.
That decisive gaze is enough to make anyone feel his profound will and shake his heart.
Kenma is naturally no exception.
"In that case, I will give you this chance.
"Go ahead and make a general plan for me to review. Don't do it behind closed doors. Find other people to discuss it with."
Sengoku stood up suddenly and bowed deeply.
"Can't thank you enough!"
The crane beside him had a solemn look on his face, too.
Kenma waved his hand with a satisfied expression.
"Well, I'm waiting for your good news."
"As you command!"
Sengoku and He walked outside.
Kenma looked at the backs of the two of them, his eyes flickering. He raised the teacup and took a sip.
It's a pity that he forgot the slang of big companies in his previous life, otherwise he could have fooled Sengoku.
But now looking at Sengoku's excited look, he must have mobilized the subjective initiative of his subordinates.
There's just one thing. Why is the political vision that Sengoku drew for him so familiar?
"It's World Government again, and it's the supreme ruler in charge of World Government, and he can also control the lives of his subordinates--"
Kenma slapped his thigh and suddenly realized.
"After a long time of fussing, I am the Imu-sama?!"
"What's this?"
That night, Kenma suffered from insomnia because he slept in during the day and drank too much tea at night.
Just when Sengoku and approached Kenma, on the other side, Fugaku led the elites of the Uchiha Clan to stand ready, waiting for the arrival of Hokage in the past.