Revolutionary Army Message
"Taking a detour will add two days to the journey, but it's worth it." She looked up and said confidently, "Compared to braving the storm, damaging the ship, and delaying the entire crew's progress, sacrificing a little time is the safest option."
Chunwu nodded slightly, indicating that she should immediately issue orders to everyone to adjust the flight path and prepare for the turbulent long voyage.
The sailboat changed course, leaving a long, white trail on the grey sea, and steadily moved towards the North Blue.
A storm has formed in the southeastern sea; deep, rumbling thunder rumbles faintly beneath the heavy clouds, and its immense pressure can be felt even across the vast ocean.
Fortunately, the detour route precisely avoided the eye of the storm. The fleet only encountered a few showers and rough seas, and the ships were only slightly rocked without any damage.
Two days later, the storm at sea completely dissipated, and the clouds slowly dispersed.
Chunwu immediately corrected the course, turned the sailboat around, and headed at full speed toward the truly New World sea area indicated by the Log Pose.
The first island we encountered during our detour was called White Gull Port.
This is the last neutral supply port before entering the New World.
The island is small in size and has limited land, but its docks are always crowded and noisy. Merchant ships from Four Blues and wandering pirate ships are moored here and there, and flags of various forces flutter in the sea breeze, a Eight Gates collection of all sorts of people.
"Resupply in groups, each with their own responsibilities, keep a low profile, and avoid attracting attention," Chunwu ordered in a deep voice.
But the moment the Uchiha Gunbai flag fully unfurled in the sea breeze, the noisy and bustling dock fell almost instantly silent.
On the decks of several pirate ships, some people instinctively leaned out to look around, whispers carried on the sea breeze, and others quietly raised their Den Den Mushi) to secretly take pictures of the unusual sailboat that had suddenly appeared.
The entire port's attention was instantly drawn to them.
The resupply operation was progressing smoothly, but an unexpected incident quietly occurred.
A smartly dressed middle-aged man approached Rin, who was checking the freshwater reserves.
He identified himself as the head of the White Gull Port intelligence station, speaking in a humble tone without a trace of malice.
"Miss, we have been entrusted by the Revolutionary Army to deliver a encrypted intelligence document to the Uchiha."
Rin paused slightly, not immediately taking the sealed letter, her gaze fixed on the other person, and asked crisply, "What is your connection with the Revolutionary Army?"
The middle-aged man smiled gently and said frankly, "I'm just a middleman running errands. This port's supply depot shares a single offline channel with the Revolutionary Army's intelligence station, nothing more."
He gestured to the letter in his hand and continued, "This intelligence was personally entrusted to me by Mr. Dragon; I have no right to open it or view its contents. What is certain is that this is an invitation, not coercion or manipulation."
Rin was silent for a moment, then cautiously said, "You wait here, I'll go and call the captain over."
Before long, Chunwu walked over slowly. He reached out and took the envelope, his fingertips tracing the texture of the paper as he examined it carefully for a moment.
The envelope was completely blank, without a signature or mark, except for a clear raven mark pressed against the seal—a secret symbol exclusive to the Revolutionary Army, impossible to mistake.
He didn't open and verify the letter on the spot, but carefully put it into his pocket, looking calmly at the visitor. "I am merely the squad leader of this sea training mission, and have no authority to make any responses or decisions on behalf of the Uchiha Clan."
"I will bring this intelligence back to Origin Island as is and submit it to the Elder Council for a decision by Lord Natsu."
If we respond, we will proactively contact the Revolutionary Army through the Uchiha's exclusive channels."
The middle-aged man was clearly stunned for a moment.
He had assumed that the person who came forward was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, who might be impetuous and make promises too easily, or he might be anxious and try to shirk responsibility.
But the boy's tactful, precise, and watertight responses completely exceeded his expectations.
After a moment, a hint of genuine emotion flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled softly, "Mr. Dragon previously said that if the Uchiha were unwilling to make contact, it was most likely due to a lack of sincerity on our part. Now it seems that it wasn't a matter of sincerity at all, but rather that the Uchiha's juniors are simply too outstanding and composed."
He didn't press the matter further, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, turned and merged into the bustling crowd at the dock, disappearing in an instant among the scattered stalls and people.
After a brief rest and resupply, the sailboat raised its sails and set sail again.
Once they reached a wide-open area of the sea, Chunwu took out the encrypted letter and slowly opened it.
The letter was written in sparse characters, with a steady and restrained hand. There was no trace of urgency in the words, only a prudent approach and consideration.
The Revolutionary Army expresses its congratulations on the rapid growth of the new generation of Uchiha and wishes to establish channels of cooperation between the two sides on the front line against the World Government.
It is not about subordination or rigid alliance, but about mutual benefit and symbiosis, where each party gets what it needs.
At the end of the paper, there was still that raven's hidden mark, without a signature or any further explanation, clean and concise.
Chunwu carefully folded the letter, placed it in a waterproof bag hidden in the sea chart compartment, and planned to hand it over to the Elder Council as soon as he returned to Origin Island.
Rin leaned against the ship's railing, gazing at the churning sea, and softly asked, "What do you think of this invitation?"
"We'll decide on the matter after we meet with the Hui people." Chunwu spoke calmly, but his thoughts were exceptionally clear. "The Revolutionary Army and the World Government are irreconcilable enemies, and we also have a blood feud with the Celestial Dragons and the World Government. Our positions are naturally aligned."
However, cooperation can never be finalized with just a letter. Whether a consensus can be reached ultimately depends on how much of a bargaining chip the Revolutionary Army can offer.
Rin nodded slightly and said no more.
The moment we sailed out of the waters White Gull Port, the surrounding sea conditions changed drastically.
This is the true nature of the New World: capricious, unpredictable, and treacherous.
The once calm ocean current suddenly became violent and turbulent, and the Log Pose in my hand swung wildly and trembled uncontrollably.
The same sky was abruptly divided into three completely different colors: blizzard, thunderclap, and scorching sun. These three extreme weather phenomena were intertwined haphazardly across the entire sea area.
The extreme sea conditions simulated countless times in the Clan Academy classes are far less dangerous than the real situation.
Theories in books are ultimately cold deductions; only by personally experiencing this turbulent and chaotic sea can one truly feel the oppressive atmosphere of this New World.
Everyone gritted their teeth and persevered, battling the wind and waves for two whole days and two nights.
The sailboat was violently rocked and nearly capsized several times in the huge waves, but thanks to the team's tacit cooperation and solid practical skills, it steadily made it through the most dangerous part of the voyage and entered a relatively calm sea area.
At the very end of this sea area, a unique port island slowly comes into view.