Foolish Lord

"Oden, Oden, something terrible has happened! Sword God Ryuma, Sword God Ryuma's sword and body have been..."

Denjiro rushed in in a panic, Kozuki Oden was startled, silently lowering his head.

"Denjiro, tell Nekomamushi and the others to hurry to Ringo and assist in the investigation..."

Upon hearing this, Denjiro's face was filled with anxiety.

"Kozuki Oden, then..."

"I'm going to the Flower Capital, so I'll leave this to you, Denjiro."

With stiff, numb steps, Kozuki Oden silently walked towards the Flower Capital. Along the way, the Kuri residents who looked at him in twos and threes were filled with disgust and incomprehension.

"Look, that Foolish Lord is going to the Flower Capital to dance that kind of dance again, what a waste of the Kozuki Family's prestige..."

"Tch, we thought he was a real man, but it turns out... Humph, we were blind to move him to Kuri back then!"

"Hey, hurry up and get the salt, something dirty is passing by."

The gazes of incomprehension and disdain were like swords, piercing deeply into Kozuki Oden's heart, causing him to unconsciously tighten his grip on Enma and Ame no Habakiri.

Finally, when he arrived in the Flower Capital, he silently loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword and began to dance as always.

"Be patient, be patient! There are still three years left, just three more years until Wano Country opens its doors, until all its people leave Wano Country. Be patient..."

Kozuki Oden's actions caused the group of Wano Country Wano Country who had been secretly observing him, especially those who still held hope for him, to quietly walk away.

In their eyes, this Foolish Lord had completely lost the right to be followed.

The samurai of Wano Country are definitely not the kind of Foolish Lord grovel and beg for mercy in front of their enemies!

West Blue, the ruins of the God Valley.

"How terrifying! These are the battle scars of a monster..."

"Rear Admiral Borsalino, urgent telegram from Marine Headquarters! The Fleet Admiral is ordering you to return to Marine Headquarters immediately!"

Young Borsalino didn't have time to sigh for long before the warship hurriedly headed towards the Marine Headquarters. In this era of the Great Pirate Era, the Marines' combat strength was stretched thin, and as Marine commanders, they were naturally even busier.

After the naval ships had sailed away, no one noticed that above God Valley, a white cloud was slightly different from the other drifting clouds.

It doesn't drift with the wind, but rather stands frozen in place under the blue sky, as if fixed in one spot.

"Researching it is a serious crime, and interpreting it will lead to being wanted by the World Government. This is the Poneglyph. What are they trying to cover up?"

With a slight upturn of her lips, Huayue's eyes were full of mockery.

The more something tries to hide, the more attention it attracts. Huayue undoubtedly despises any ruling institution that attempts to bury history and the truth.

A corrupt aristocratic class, yet one that meticulously records history, is attempting to bury the past and manipulate the perceptions of the World Government people...

Which of these two systems is more annoying to Huayue? He couldn't say for sure, after all, it's like two turds of excrement comparing which one is stinkier.

However, what Huayue cared about was that the world was not simply black and white, but rather a clash between two systems of thought.

Whether the pursuit of freedom or a greater inclination towards conservatism is something no one can say for sure. For the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, the current situation is undoubtedly more suitable for maintaining their rule.

Public opinion is manipulated and controlled by those in power. The World Government's naval agencies and CP Organization have created both overt and covert forms of thought control and military threats.

The price to pay is the Heavenly Tribute collected annually by the World Government World Government from its member states, and the isolation between islands has created a variety of distinct regional cultures.

What intrigues Huayue most now is why the World Government has buried the truth of history so thoroughly over the course of hundreds of years.

Even if dozens or hundreds of islands were destroyed, it would be impossible to create a complete cultural break; perhaps there is another secret involved.

"Having been delayed for so long, it's time to explore this pristine sea area and experience the cultural customs of the different islands. Our first destination is set at..."

With a simple tap of your finger, an island that resembles a cauliflower when viewed from the map comes into view on the existing world map.

The following day, on an inconspicuous little island in the West Blue, there lived some of the world's best scholars and the world's largest library, named Ohara.

A gentle sea breeze caressed their faces, and most of the passengers on the passenger ship wore bright smiles.

"Honey, this place is really nice. Our daughter's birthday is in a few days, how about we take her on a trip together?"

"But what about home..."

A man frowned slightly. His sister's foster child was only 8 years old. Would it be safe to leave her alone at home?

"What's there to worry about with that monster? We're just going out to celebrate a birthday and travel for a while. We can leave the rest of the housework to her. There's nothing to worry about."

His wife tried to persuade him again, expressing her disdain for the so-called niece.

"Well... okay."

Seeing that her husband agreed, the woman smiled happily and walked excitedly off the boat, as if she couldn't wait to enjoy the joy of the trip.

Huayue smiled without saying a word, blending into the crowd like an ordinary traveler, and silently explored the vicinity of the island.

In the dead of night, at the top of the Tree of Knowledge, Huayue looked around, a strange ripple flashing in her eyes.

"That's... Giant Race? Their height is indeed enormous, and the smell of gunpowder suggests they've just been in a battle..."

Deep in the mountains of Ohara, a giant with an orange beard, whose body was as big as a hill, lay flat on the ground, his eyes filled with panic and incomprehension of the Navy.

"Why? They're just researching history, so why are the Navy and the World Government going to such lengths, arresting innocent people who are researching history...?"

"Really? Why is that? The reason why the violent institutions that control the world are so apprehensive is probably because the truth behind history can overturn the rule of the World Government."

In the still of the night, an unfamiliar voice echoed through the deep mountains and forests. The giant with the orange beard's pupils contracted, and he immediately straightened his back, freezing on the spot, drenched in sweat.

"You... you, you are..."

"Calm down. I've always heard that the Titans in Elbaf, the land of giants, are mostly rude and uncouth, but you don't seem to be one of them. A Titan raised and adopted by the Navy, interesting."

"Could you please give me a blood sample and then tell me your name?"

In an instant, Haguval D. Saul raced. Knowing the disparity in strength between himself and his enemy, he did not attack like the other barbarian giants, and understood that it would be pointless to do so.

"I understand. I will cooperate with you. Please do not start a war on this innocent land. I am Haguval D. Saul. You are Uchiha Huayue, Four Emperors with a bounty of 4.5 billion Beli. I will keep my promise."