Roger: "You've got to be kidding me! That kid actually sent Garp flying?!"
Whitebeard: "Hmph… I can understand it. When it's your own son, sometimes you just can't bring yourself to go all out."
Golden Lion Shiki: "What a soft punch, Garp. Getting bested by your own brat—how disgraceful."
Rocks: "So that's the so-called leader of the Revolutionary Army? To have that kind of power at his age… unbelievable."
Everyone watching the giant screen fell silent in shock.
They were all top-class monsters of the sea—each of them had crossed fists with Garp the Hero more than once.
They knew just how terrifying those Iron Fists were.
No one in their right mind wanted to take even a single punch from him.
And yet, this young man had fought him evenly—
even sending him flying.
Katakuri: "He already mastered Conqueror's Haki infusion in his twenties? No wonder he became the leader of the Revolutionaries. That's terrifying."
For beings at the level of the Four Emperors, coating Conqueror's Haki around one's body or attacks was merely a threshold—
a sign that one had finally entered the realm of true monsters.
But for those below that tier, it was nothing less than a dream.
Katakuri considered himself blessed with both talent and power. His Observation Haki was so sharp that even some Emperors couldn't match him.
And yet, he knew—
without Conqueror's infusion, his destructive power would always fall short of theirs.
Seeing Dragon, barely in his twenties, already wielding that power…
he could only sigh in genuine admiration.
Tsuru: "What a frightening young man. He claims to hate fighting, yet possesses such terrifying combat talent."
Zephyr: "Garp, your family's bloodline is something else."
Sengoku: "So thirty years ago, at just twenty-five, Dragon had already mastered Conqueror's coating… that's valuable intel indeed."
Sengoku's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
To him, this entire viewing was an unexpected boon.
The Revolutionary Army was the greatest threat to the World Government—
even more dangerous than the Four Emperors—
a force that truly had the potential to overturn the world.
And yet, information about them was almost nonexistent.
Most of what they knew about Dragon came in scraps—little tidbits pried from Garp himself.
But back then, Garp had been busy chasing down Roger, not keeping tabs on his son.
Dragon's transformation into a revolutionary leader had taken place after he went to sea.
He hadn't become a notorious pirate—his name had stayed quiet.
Even eight years ago, at the World Council, when the King of the Kingdom of Illusia had warned about Dragon's danger,
no one had taken it seriously.
And yet, those words turned out to be prophetic.
In just eight years, the Revolutionary Army's power had exploded across the seas.
They had forces in all four seas, and even within the Grand Line.
Worse yet—they had already toppled more than a dozen World Government-affiliated kingdoms.
They were terrifying.
If this mysterious viewing could reveal more about Monkey D. Dragon—
perhaps even the Revolutionary Army's organization, bases, and strength—
then it would be invaluable.
Still, Sengoku couldn't help but feel awe even as a Marine.
To wield Conqueror's infusion in one's twenties…
Even in the golden era of legends, that was nearly unheard of.
Only someone with talent like that could, in so short a time, build a force powerful enough to shake the world itself.
Rocks: "So, is anyone going to tell me what the hell this 'Revolutionary Army' is already?"
Rocks sounded irritated. Once, his name had made the entire world tremble—
but now, it seemed no one even bothered to answer him.
Hmph. Just wait. When I'm resurrected, I'll make this world remember who Rocks D. Xebec truly is.
This strange chatroom had given him hope of returning to the seas.
And if he did…
he'd be far more careful this time. No more backstabbers in his crew.
Big Mom: "Mamamama~ The Revolutionary Army? They're the ones hiding in the shadows, trying to overthrow the World Government. I've heard they've already toppled several of its allied nations."
Kaido: "Never met them, but I like their style. Dragging those smug Celestial Dragons down into war—that's true equality."
Rocks: "Heh. So they're a force built to destroy the World Government? Now that's something I can respect."
Roger: "Sounds like a bunch of maniacs with a death wish to me."
Sengoku: "You have no right to talk, Roger. You single-handedly started the Great Pirate Era. Compared to you, even the Revolutionaries caused less chaos."
Roger: "Heh. Thanks for the compliment, Sengoku."
Sengoku: "That wasn't a compliment, you idiot!"
As the chatroom descended once again into noise and argument,
the image on the giant black screen began reaching its end.
[Garp's vacation turned out to last far longer than expected. Nearly every day, Dragon was on the receiving end of his father's so-called "Fist of Love."]
[Even though Dragon had managed to land that surprise blow last time, mastering Conqueror's infusion far earlier than expected—he still wasn't a match for Garp when his father got serious.]
[Day after day, Dragon's face was swollen and bruised, yet Garp called it "love." He claimed he'd stop only when Dragon gave up on becoming a pirate and joined the Marines.]
[But this time, Dragon was different. No matter how many times he was beaten into the ground, he refused to yield.]
[And in the midst of those daily beatings, his talent bloomed with terrifying speed—his body techniques, his Haki, his combat sense—all evolving explosively.]
[It was a transformation so drastic it was like rebirth itself.]
[Even Garp had to admit, begrudgingly, that his son's talent was monstrous. This was the kind of man who seemed destined to stand atop the world.]
[Half a month later, Garp's "vacation" ended when a clash broke out between Roger's and Shiki's crews. Summoned back to Marineford, he returned to duty.]
[And Dragon, seizing the opportunity, found a rickety old boat—and set sail into the open sea.]
As Dragon's figure vanished over the horizon,
the black screen slowly dimmed—
and beside it, the white screen began to glow,
heralding the start of a new vision.