If an adult had held such thoughts, it would not have been remarkable. Who in the Marines did not long to lead them toward the "justice" they envisioned?
But that kind of justice was born only after witnessing too much injustice and too much helplessness, mixed with countless compromises and regrets.
Had he not only begun pursuing and establishing his own path when he was nearly forty?
That was precisely why Dawn's youth made him stand out all the more.
A boy who said he wanted to "lead the Marines toward true justice" might have simply been speaking in the heat of the moment, provoked by the ugliness unfolding on this island.
But someone who possessed Conqueror's Haki would never make such a declaration on a whim! Dragon firmly believed that.
In the clash between his Conqueror's Haki and Dawn's, Dragon could feel the other's unwavering will and spirit. Those were definitely not words spoken for momentary satisfaction!
That was why Dragon had become curious—and expectant.
What kind of insights did this boy before him possess? That curiosity drew Dragon into wanting to speak with Dawn and understand what Dawn truly thought.
For some reason, as Dragon watched Dawn sit calmly before him even after learning his identity, he felt that tonight might bring an unexpected and tremendous harvest!
Dragon waited in anticipation. What sparks would the collision of their thoughts create?
What kind of ideas would they bring to him—and to the world?
The man who wished to bring change to the world had, at this moment, encountered another pioneer like himself.
Even if their ideals followed two different paths, they could still be considered fellow travelers who shared the same aspirations.
Because no matter what their journeys looked like, their destinations would eventually converge!
That night, Dragon and