Dragon's Question to the Soul

"Monkey D. Luffy, this kid is much cuter than you were when you were a child. He's definitely going to be a pillar of the Navy someday!"

Garp's anger subsided, and the moment he saw his grandson, he couldn't help but like the child, after all, he was his own grandson.

"I'm entrusting Luffy to you. It's up to him to decide what path he will take in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dragon turned to leave, but Garp, with a grim expression, stopped him.

"Wait, Dragon, are you trying to abandon your son to me while you stubbornly cling to your Revolutionary Army?"

"Give up. The Navy also has a sense of justice. The future Navy will definitely develop in a better direction. If you can't let go of your worries, why not try to change the current state of the Navy with your own strength?!"

After a long silence, Long stood still, turned around and looked deeply at his father, who had spent most of his life serving the navy, and asked a soul-searching question.

"Can Marine Admiral lift the restrictions on interpreting Poneglyph? Can Fleet Admiral amend laws and regulations? Can the Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Navy, and Air Force abolish slavery?"

These three soul-searching questions left Garp speechless for a moment.

At this moment, he understood one thing: Long did not establish the Revolutionary Army out of a momentary outburst of anger. Instead, he had been silently planning it in his heart for many years before choosing to leave the navy and raise the first flame of revolution in the South Blue.

"As long as the rulers of the World Government are the Celestial Dragons and the Five Elders, they will never have a chance to rise, and the people will never have true freedom!"

A fierce wind howled, Garp raised his arm and squinted, and when he opened his eyes again, the dragon's figure had already disappeared.

"That bastard! He dumped the child on me, a lonely old woman. How could I possibly take good care of him! Bastard, they're all like that, Roger too..."

As the sun sets, in the Foosha Village, groups of two or three people work in the fields, and occasionally, one can see leisurely old men casting their fishing rods into the sea from the distant coastline.

Foosha Village, PARTYS BAR.

"I'm entrusting this kid to you. When he turns three, I'll take him away and personally train him into an outstanding naval officer!"

Up Slap, the Foosha Village, looked at Luffy, but finally nodded in agreement.

"There's no other way. Considering how you've protected the village all these years, I'll leave this child with my husband and me to raise..."

"Speaking of which, you also brought a child here three years ago and handed him over to the bandits in the mountains. Is it really okay to entrust a child to those bandits to raise?"

Garp didn't care about the village chief's complaints. How could the Dadan family, no matter how bad, be more dangerous than the Pirate King, who was considered to be endangering the entire world?

If he could, Garp would rather train Portgas D. Ace, who has Roger's bloodline, into the strongest Marine, or just let him be a small-time bandit.

If one day Ace were to raise Roger's banner and become the first great pirate to follow in his father's footsteps, that would be a true global crisis!

"No problem, I have a lot of things to do and don't have time to train him personally. The pirates in the New World never have a moment's peace..."

"The Four Emperors Four Emperors are constantly clashing with each other, and there are also those rising stars and Marine hunters roaming the seas. Roger created so much trouble. The Great Pirate Era has caused so much chaos for the Marines. It's really something."

After muttering a few complaints under his breath, Garp turned and walked towards the warship, his eyes filled with annoyance.

"That bastard, if you're going to disappear, then disappear completely! He keeps popping up to make his presence known, ruining my hard-earned vacation..."

"Ready to set sail, destination: the New World of Whole Cake Island! Let's go!"

The accompanying vice admiral immediately gave the order, and the fluttering seagull sails billowed in the wind as the warship turned around and headed toward the New World.

On the other hand, the Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

Fleet Admiral Sengoku looked down at the future elites who were sweating profusely in the naval training ground, doing their utmost to serve justice, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then, when his gaze swept over one of the blond lieutenant colonels, his expression became inexplicably conflicted, as if he were making a difficult and momentous decision.

It should be noted that Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha is known as Tactician General, and any decision that makes him feel conflicted is never a trivial matter.

After weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, Sengoku finally made up his mind and looked at the lieutenant general beside him.

"Notify Lieutenant Colonel Rosinante to come to my office. All other routine matters will be postponed until tomorrow. In case of an emergency, contact me immediately via Den Den Mushi."

The lieutenant general raised his hand in salute and ran quickly toward the training field below.

Soon after, Lieutenant Colonel Rosinante knocked on the door of the Fleet Admiral's Office.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, what brings you here?"

Sengoku took a deep look at Rosinante in front of him, and then recalled the information about Doflamingo's behavior from the records. He couldn't help but shake his head.

They are brothers from the same father and mother, but their personalities are completely different. Is it possible that there are just naturally bad people?

"Don't be shy, just be yourself. Take a look at this document."

Even so, Rosinante remained reserved, and in front of his superior and adoptive father, he could only silently listen to the other's lecture.

Only after Sengoku pointed to the seat in front of him did Rosinante sit down and take the documents from his hand.

When Rosinante instinctively picked up his coffee, Sengoku immediately sensed something was wrong, and what followed was exactly as he had predicted.

"It's so hot!"

As expected, the coffee cup tipped over and spilled all over him, soaking the documents in his hands and making a mess of his desk.

"Sigh! When will you ever get rid of this clueless personality of yours?"

"Sorry, all the data has been taken."

Rosinante instinctively apologized, and Sengoku shook his head helplessly, taking out another copy from the dozen or so backups he had prepared beforehand and handing it to him.

Shortly after, Rosinante's expression became unusually complicated after he finished reading the information.

"Marshal, the reason you summoned me here is..."

"That's right. I believe that this pirate, Donquixote Doflamingo, will become a great scourge to the world in the future, so I came here specifically to find you and want you to infiltrate the Donquixote Pirates."

"Because you are Donquixote Doflamingo's brother and the last of his direct blood relatives, only you can take on this important task."

Faced with the proposal from the Sengoku, Rosinante's expression was complicated, as if he had returned to that rainy night from his nightmare.

"A spy?"

"That's right. As a former Celestial Dragons, you could never have guessed, no matter how Donquixote Doflamingo thought, that your own brother was a mole planted in the pirate crew."