"Take the system of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, for example."
"If it's abolished by force, it can indeed solve the problem of the Shichibukai system at its root, but it is definitely not the best way to deal with it."
"How much will you have to pay for seven pieces of Marine garbage?"
Sengoku said to Rosen earnestly:
"Openly defy the World Government; become hostile to the Five Elders; and even leave the Navy and become enemies with your colleagues and teachers."
"Let's not talk about right or wrong, or justice. Let me ask you, Rosen, is it worth it? To abolish the Shichibukai system, you're going to sacrifice your life and your future?"
"Don't even mention risking everything. In my opinion, even if your feathers are only soiled by the Shichibukai, it would still be a great shame and the greatest loss to the Marine Headquarters."
Sengoku looked directly into Rosen's eyes, his voice revealing excitement and undisguised concern.
Every word he pronounced was like a wake-up call, inspiring deep thought.
This was also the valuable experience accumulated by Buddha during his lifetime as a soldier, an Admiral, and a commander.
"Will we not have to bear these heavy costs while resolving the shame that the Shichibukai system has brought to the navy and the damage it has caused to this sea?"
Rosen did not become arrogant just because of his extraordinary comprehension and the fact that he had the combat power of a top Admiral in a short period of time.
He chose to listen carefully and chew on Sengoku's guidance.
Because Observation Haki does not lie.
In particular, his Observation Haki was almost reaching the top level. Although he could not read other people's thoughts and memories like Redfield, he could freely explore their emotions.
That's why—
Rosen sensed it clearly.
Like Zephyr, Sengoku was also making every effort to cultivate him.
However, Zephyr trained him to have the martial arts of a navy Admiral, while Sengoku trained him to have the literary skills of a navy Fleet Admiral.
"Good."
"At such a young age, he possesses the strength of a top Admiral, yet he remains humble and receptive to advice."
Seeing Rosen's thoughtful look, Sengoku admired him even more.
He could feel that Rosen was growing all the time—
Not just in Haki, physical skills, and fruit abilities, but also in character, cunning, and means.
If you possess the first three, you are good enough to be an Admiral, but you must possess the last three to become a Fleet Admiral.
Not the type that gets punched.
"Since the system of the Seven Warlords cannot be abolished at present, the only option is to put collars on the Seven Warlords."
"Let the so-called Seven Warlords of the Sea become seven loyal lackeys of the Marine Headquarters."
Rosen pondered for a moment, and suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"That's right, Rosen."
"That's why I asked you to go to the North Sea."
"Tame these vicious wolves of the Seven Warlords of the Sea who choose their prey, put collars on them, and turn them into hunting dogs that only obey your orders."
Sengoku couldn't help but high-five when he heard this.
Why is the system of the Seven Warlords of the Sea a disgrace to the Navy?
No matter how heinous the crimes they committed in the past, after becoming a Shichibukai, their bounty would be revoked and they would have the right to legally plunder.
The Navy was also not allowed to arrest or detain the Seven Warlords of the Sea without authorization.
And what do the Seven Warlords of the Sea have to pay?
Apart from accepting mandatory summons, there was no need to obey the orders of the World Government or the Navy.
Is this still called a pirate?
The appearance of Rosen—especially the superior Haki aura that soared into the sky at the Naval Academy today—made Sengoku see a different solution.
Without openly confronting the World Government, resolve the shame that the Seven Warlords of the Sea system had brought to the Navy and the pain it had brought to the ocean.
That was to put collars on the Seven Warlords of the Sea and train these vicious wolves into running dogs of the navy.
The kind that truly lived up to its name.
Looking around the headquarters, Rosen was the only one who could accomplish this.
Three Admirals?
You don't even have Conqueror's Haki, yet you still want to intimidate the Seven Warlords of the Sea and train them like dogs?
Garp?
Although he did have Conqueror's Haki, his strength was sufficient, but he lacked cunning and means.
Sengoku himself?
As the Fleet Admiral, he had to suppress Marineford and could not leave the Navy Headquarters easily.
Only Rosen—
Currently still a student at the military academy, he could move freely, possessed superior Conqueror's Haki, and had the means, scheming, and character to take on the important task of taming the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
He was fully qualified to become the master of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Yes—
Sengoku never expected the Seven Warlords of the Sea to obey the orders of the Marine Headquarters.
That was impossible.
However, it was still possible for them to obey out of fear of Rosen alone and not dare to disobey his orders.
And he believed Rosen had the ability to do this.
"Let's start with Donquixote Doflamingo of the North Sea."
"As long as you can put a collar on this Yaksha, I can promise you—"
"From now on, the selection and deprivation of the title of Shichibukai will be decided by you, Rosen. Whoever you want to choose as Shichibukai will be Shichibukai. Whoever you want to deprived of the title will be deprived of it at will."
"Until the Shichibukai system is completely abolished."
When Sengoku mentioned Doflamingo, his voice suddenly turned cold.
Obviously—
He remembered clearly that Donquixote Doflamingo had recently kidnapped Tenryūbito and even threatened the Marine Headquarters.
Just right—
Among the current Seven Warlords of the Sea, Donquixote Doflamingo was not the strongest, and he was in the North Sea, making him the most suitable person for Rosen to practice on.
Once he had mastered the dog-training skills and maxed out his abilities, he could then tame other, more powerful Shichibukai.
"Does the power over the life and death of the Seven Warlords of the Sea belong to me?"
Rosen's eyes lit up when he heard this.
He would hold the power of life and death over the Seven Warlords of the Sea and be in charge of their selection and removal.
This was a power even the Admirals did not have.
But now, Sengoku was giving it to him.
He never doubted that Sengoku was just making empty promises, nor did he doubt whether Sengoku had the ability to deliver on his promises.
Because the person standing before him was not a retired Fleet Admiral in his seventies or eighties, but the Buddha Sengoku in his prime.
Behind them was a naval hero who fully supported them.
Of course, Rosen also understood—
This kind of power could not be given by Sengoku just by saying it. He had to have this ability himself; otherwise, it would be useless even if Sengoku said he wanted to give him the New World.
He must have the capital to train the Seven Warlords of the Sea like animals.
"Only if you can put a collar on Doflamingo."
"If you do, I can handle the World Government."
The Warring States did not use the word "persuade" but "handle."
This was the confidence that came from being at the peak of his powers.
In his heyday, every word he said was hard.
When old and frail, every word became soft.
"Certainly."
Rosen and Sengoku looked at each other, and then chuckled at the same time.
At this moment—
Under the boundless night sky, the naval kings of the old and new eras reached a consensus, and the brilliant starry sky became a witness to the current Fleet Admiral and the future Fleet Admiral joining hands to command the world.
…
Impel Down, LV6.
In the deepest cell of Infinite Hell, Douglas Bullet performed a one-finger handstand, balancing only on one finger as he focused on training his body.
Because he was a Devil Fruit user, it was enough to lock his hands and feet with seastone shackles and fetters—there was no need to tie him up like a dumpling as they did with Redfield.
This allowed him to continue training even after being defeated by the Buster Call led by Garp and Sengoku and imprisoned in Infinite Hell.
It was precisely because of his ten years of persistence that, even in such a harsh environment as Infinite Hell, his body had not broken down and he still maintained formidable fighting power.
But Douglas Bullet was only the Demon's Heir, not the real devil.
He lacked nutrients, and unlike Rosen—the Rokugan Rebirth (Six-Organ Rebirth)—he could not steal the vitality of heaven and earth by eating air for his own use.
This kind of training would not improve his strength at all; at most, it could only delay the decline in combat effectiveness.
Snap.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came into Douglas Bullet's ears, approaching from far away.
"It seems you are already dead, Redfield."
"So, it's my turn to play next."
"That long-awaited battle… I'm really looking forward to it!"
Hearing that there was only one set of footsteps, he couldn't help but grin, a creepy gleam flashing in his eyes.
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