Have You Ever Felt Hunger?

"Dragon, I want to talk to you alone."

After the awkwardness passed, Ye Tong remembered something and spoke directly.

"Sure, let's go!"

Dragon instantly appeared beside Ye Tong, grabbed him, and vanished from the spot.

After a burst of hurricane winds, the two appeared atop a peak on Mount Colubo.

"Strange kid, Ye Tong, what did you want to tell me?"

Dragon looked at Ye Tong with interest.

But at that moment, Ye Tong had no mood to talk to him.

Although his constitution was stronger than an ordinary person's, it was not stronger by much!

Dragon had just used his ability to bring him here.

It was countless times more intense than riding a roller coaster. In an instant, Ye Tong's stomach began churning violently.

More than ten minutes later, some color finally returned to Ye Tong's face.

"Dragon, next time you take someone somewhere, could you consider their feelings?"

Ye Tong's first words were a direct complaint.

He was standing up for his stomach, which was still twitching.

"Kid, you look pretty healthy. Why's your tolerance so poor?"

"Are you some greenhorn who's never gone out to sea?"

Dragon teased him.

"Enough, let's get down to business."

"Dragon, you've already started forming the Revolutionary Army, haven't you?"

Ye Tong spoke bluntly.

Dragon was not surprised when he heard Ye Tong's words.

Since this kid knew about him and Garp, it was not impossible for him to know that Dragon had already left the Marines.

"You want to join?"

Rather than answering, Dragon asked a question in return.

"Join?"

"Join your third-rate Revolutionary Army? Don't make me laugh!"

Ye Tong said disdainfully.

In his eyes, the Revolutionary Army truly did not amount to anything.

"Third-rate?"

"Hahahaha, you don't even know what we're going to do, yet you call us third-rate?"

"Kid, this world isn't as well-fed and peaceful as you imagine."

Dragon raised his head and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, speaking with a rather pretentious air.

"As well-fed and peaceful as I imagine?"

"Heh."

In his previous life, Ye Tong might really have thought this world was wonderful.

But after inheriting this body's memories, he no longer believed that everything in this world was beautiful.

Not to mention that he knew the setting of the One Piece world even better than Dragon did.

"Dragon, have you ever felt hunger?"

After that scoff, Ye Tong asked again.

"Hunger?"

"What's so special about that? Back when I was training..."

"I'm asking whether you've personally experienced hunger."

Before Dragon could launch into a long speech, Ye Tong asked again.

Dragon froze when he heard Ye Tong's words.

Then he shook his head.

"The kind where the entire world bears malice toward you."

"The kind where even a ray of warm sunlight burns you."

"The kind where even a gentle breeze is torture."

"Could you, the son of Marine hero Garp and a Marine vice admiral, ever experience that kind of hunger?"

Ye Tong recalled the hunger he had suffered when he first arrived in this world half a year ago. That was real hunger.

And in this world, who knew how many people were suffering that very same hunger.

Yet Dragon, a second-generation official, wanted to form the Revolutionary Army based on his own fleeting ideas?

In Ye Tong's eyes, no matter how far Dragon's forces developed in the future, they would still be nothing more than third-rate.

"I'm all ears."

At that moment, Dragon no longer cared about putting on airs.

Because he had a feeling that what this person was about to say would be of immense help to him.