Equality for all, governing the country by law, and bringing the world a fair and orderly system.
Could anyone really accomplish such a thing?
Or rather, why would anyone with the power to do so want to?
In this world, where chaos and order coexisted and the strong did as they pleased, establishing such a system required, above all, enough personal strength and the power to maintain order.
If one person or one organization could achieve that, why would they choose such a system?
For powerful individuals and organizations, such a system would clearly restrict them, while the people under their rule would be the ones to benefit.
That was the greatest question that had arisen in Sengoku's mind as he listened to Kizaru's account.
As Fleet Admiral, Sengoku did indeed hold justice in his heart and strive to maintain order on the seas.
But as a tactician who had lived for decades and seen too much filth hidden in the darkness, he had long understood that the real world could never be divided into clear-cut black and white. It was a tangled blend of gray.
Did Sengoku not know that the World Government and the Celestial Dragons exploited the people of the Affiliated Nations?
Was he unaware of the World Government's threats and use of force against non-member nations?
No. He knew all of it, and he himself played a less-than-honorable part in it.
In other words, Sengoku and the Marines under his command were themselves the World Government's greatest tools for exploiting the people.
The naive boy who had once believed in justice and dreamed of bringing peace and a beautiful order to the people and the world had long since been worn smooth by reality.
Even the worst order was better than the best chaos.
For Sengoku,