Once everyone who had found hope of survival finished boarding.
The Revolutionary Army's great ship still did not set sail. Ivankov came over and asked:
"Are we waiting for someone, Dragon?"
A faint smile touched Dragon's lips.
"Yes."
"One more kid... someone who can carry our banner in the future."
He had already sensed the boy.
The escape route that the storm had extinguished was slowly catching fire again.
At some point, a boy had appeared on that path, clutching a steel pipe as he ran toward the coast, gasping for breath.
The flames behind him chased him relentlessly...
But as he looked at the great ship looming faintly at the far end of the coast, a happy smile spread across his face.
His body seemed to hold endless strength as he left the flames far behind and raced toward the ship.
That boy was Sabo, the future Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army.
Things were different from the original story.
Although he had still run away from home and lived in the Gray Terminal.
Because Ace had disappeared, Sabo had always lived alone, and his goal had never changed.
He wanted to leave this hypocritical country and family behind.
He wanted to sail, to be free, to become a pirate, to travel the world and write down everything he saw and heard in a book that would endure.
Until... he learned about the fire that disregarded human lives for the sake of appearances alone, and the last shred of hope in his heart collapsed.
These nobles were beyond saving...
He wanted to warn the people in the Gray Terminal, but countless soldiers blocked his way.
In his despair, he met Dragon...
And found a goal unlike any he had held before... he wanted to...
Change this world!!!