Winds and Clouds Rise

Somewhere in the New World, on the Island of White Soil—Baltigo.

This was the base of the Revolutionary Army, one of the most influential forces in the world, a place even the World Government knew nothing about.

At this moment, the Chief of Staff's office at Revolutionary Army headquarters was silent, save for the rustling of documents being drafted. After a while, the sound of writing slowed and gradually ceased.

Sabo, who had become the Revolutionary Army's second-in-command at such a young age through his exceptional planning ability and farsighted judgment, set down his quill. After carefully reviewing the letter once more, he finally let out a relieved breath and smiled in satisfaction.

He murmured, "As long as King Plata of the West Blue sees the Revolutionary Army's sincerity, I'm sure he'll understand that prosperity cannot be built upon the suffering of the people. Only by treating each other honestly as a foundation can we build something great."

Knock, knock—

A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a lively young girl darted inside. Her orange hair was tucked beneath a small cap with goggles, and she appeared to be in an excellent mood as she skipped into the room.

"Koala, you're here."

Sabo looked relaxed. The two were close in age, had grown up together since childhood, and shared the same aspirations, so they had never stood on ceremony with one another in private.

Koala teased, "What mission is it this time?"

Sabo smiled. "I need you to go to the West Blue and meet King Plata. If you handle it, there's nothing in this world that can't be done."

"Oh, cut it out. You clearly just want to send me away so you can go to that place!"

Under Koala's gaze, Sabo's expression turned