How About Going Home for a Visit?

Dragon rose and addressed Atlas with solemn sincerity, his gaze earnest.

Given the depth of her thinking and her formidable strength, she could easily take his place as leader of the Revolutionary Army.

Still, he did not expect her to accept.

Judging by what she had just said, she clearly had no intention of joining the Revolutionary Army.

He could feel the distance she kept between them.

Even so, he wanted to try. Her words had opened his eyes, and the road ahead suddenly seemed clear.

They had left him with the feeling that whoever won White Hou to their side could win the world.

"Heh. I was just speaking off the cuff. As for me—"

Atlas shook her head, looking a little languid. "Being a Marine is less trouble. We're on different paths."

The Revolutionary Army?

What was so great about it? It was a fledgling organization, probably held together by no more than a few capable officers: Dragon, the Okama King, and Kuma, who was working undercover.

In both manpower and equipment, it could not begin to compare with the Marines.

She had worked hard to become a Marine Admiral and finally held enough authority to influence decisions across the entire force. Why would she suddenly defect?

"...Then this is where we part ways. Thank you for sharing your thoughts so freely, White Hou. The Revolutionary Army's doors will always be open to you."

Dragon stood staring for a moment, an unusual look on his face. Then he took his leave of Atlas, became a dark green hurricane, and flew into the distance.

"Interesting... He must have eaten quite a Devil Fruit."

After murmuring to herself, Atlas leaped down, plummeting toward the "island" below.

"Get out of my way! The few of you can't stop me!"

Murder