Expectations for the Future

"Goa Elementary School's enrollment period is coming up soon, isn't it?" Ryan asked.

"The day after tomorrow. I wonder how many people will come this time!" Tiger said excitedly. After a year as principal, he seemed to have found the meaning of his life.

He truly loved the feeling of passing his own ideas on to others.

Because here, he saw the vision countless predecessors on Fish-Man Island had hoped for: a world where Fish-men and Merfolk lived happily under the sun, coexisted peacefully with humans, and suffered neither discrimination nor harm.

That had also been the greatest ideal of both Queen Otohime and himself. He saw hope in these children—not the intangible, unreachable hope of the past, but hope he could touch with his own hands. Every one of those children had been nurtured with his devotion.

One of the hardest things in the world was putting your own ideas into someone else's mind! Tiger had done it.

"Yes. There should be even more people today," Ryan said firmly.

To be honest, there was still not much ground for revolution in this world. Commoners had grown used to enduring oppression and did not dare resist exploitation by the nobility. Those ideas ran deep, habits formed by eight hundred years under the Celestial Dragons' dynasty.

Just like the Marines: despite possessing immense power, they had never even considered trying to change anything, because their thinking had long been shackled.

Garp was probably the model of disobedience and independence among the Marines. Yet even Garp had never shown any sign of resisting or opposing the World Government.

Perhaps Garp did harbor such thoughts, which was why he had never stopped Dragon from pursuing the Revolutionary Army's cause.

If even the Marines were like that, then commoners needed no further mention. Whether