Chapter 1603 The Returning Revolutionary Army
The revolutionary army's large ship, floating high in the sky like a silent steel island, is breaking through the clouds and sailing steadily and firmly in a direction completely opposite to Marineford.
The atmosphere of survival on the ship, like water slowly warming, gradually spread.
The survivors sat around the makeshift stove on the deck, greedily inhaling the aroma of food in the air.
The revolutionary soldiers worked silently, serving spoonfuls of piping hot, but absolutely energizing, meat porridge into the containers in their hands.
"Thank you"
"They came back to life!"
"The revolutionary army are all good people."
The sounds of gratitude, choked with emotion, rose and fell.
A bite of hot food, the comforting warmth of which seemed to slightly dispel the despair from the deep-sea prison.
They looked up at the tall figure standing at the bow of the ship, his back always turned to the crowd, draped in a dark green cloak, standing like a javelin—Monkey D. Dragon.
Feeling the strange sensation of the ship sailing smoothly through the air beneath my feet, watching the rapidly receding sea of clouds outside the window, and the gradually shrinking clouds in the distance, a sense of relief, like a tide, welled up in my heart.
They really left.
They left that battlefield that devoured lives like a meat grinder, and left the vortex where the navy, pirates, ambitious men, and monsters fought each other madly.
Looking at the dragon's silent yet powerful back, many survivors felt a strong sense of respect and trust.
Following a leader like this, perhaps we can really do something different?
It doesn't seem like it's a bad idea to not be a pirate and instead join the revolutionary army?
At least their enemy seems to be the same: Mary Geoise, which looms over the world.
Of course, some people's eyes darted around, their thinking still stuck in the old framework. In their eyes, pirates and revolutionaries were just different names for rebels.
Essentially, they are all trying to undermine the World Government and undermine the Celestial Dragons' crumbling foundation.
It doesn't matter who I work for, as long as I can survive, become stronger, and take revenge on those high and mighty gods!
Ivankov quietly fell a step behind Long, standing to his side and slightly behind him. He didn't look at the survivors below, but instead cast a barely perceptible glance at Long's profile, which was shrouded in the shadow of his hood.
The Queen of the Ivankov lowered her voice, her usual exaggerated tone much more subdued, "Dragon, are we really going to abandon Sabo?"
His gaze couldn't help but drift to a small screen beside him, which was receiving footage of the Marineford battlefield.
A young man wielding a steel pipe flashed by, fiercely slashing at a swordsman wielding a famous sword!
Sabo's movements remained swift, but every attempt to break through and get closer to the execution platform was met with fierce resistance from his opponents or other skilled naval officers, making the situation clearly unfavorable.
The dragon did not answer immediately.
His gaze remained fixed on the rolling sea of clouds ahead, but Ivankov knew that his attention was definitely on that small screen.
The main image on the screen is now fixed on Blackbeard, who is riding a purple-scaled dragon and shouting a deal to Whitebeard. The son of Rocks is now the absolute protagonist.
Looking at Teach's face, Long's eyes, hidden in the shadows, narrowed slightly.
Fragments of memories, so distant they were almost buried in dust, surged up uncontrollably, not about Teach himself, but about a sense of powerlessness.
Many years ago, he was just an insignificant soldier in the Navy. Being Garp's son did not bring him much advantage, and it was not easy to get in through Garp's back door.
Wearing a standard military uniform, Ryu had the courage to pick up a weapon and pull the trigger at the enemy, but when he saw the brutality of the Celestial Dragons and the innocent civilians who died in God Valley, he felt a deep-seated powerlessness.
He lacked the power to save the weak.
The feeling of being forced to watch tragedy unfold while being bound by rules and responsibilities still fills him with a chilling disgust when he thinks about it. Being a dog of the Celestial Dragons is no easy task.
Ultimately, this led him to take off his naval uniform and embark on a more difficult, yet more thorough, path.
“Sabo, whose ideas have always been radical, is now just a pawn on the Joker's chessboard.”
"Chess piece"?!
Ivankov's voice rose slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
The dragon's tone was grave. "That clown who's been stirring things up behind the scenes won't let Sabo die easily, at least not until his show is over."
Dragon didn't feel much blame or dissatisfaction towards Sabo's initiative to enter Marineford. Revolution needs fire, and it also needs steel forged in fire.
Sabo's choice may be dangerous, but it is also part of his own path.
What he truly loathed was the mastermind behind the scenes who used Sabo, Ace, even Whitebeard, the Marines, and the entire Marineford as a stage and props, as well as the pirate crew under his command whose strength was unexpectedly powerful.
The quality of the Clown Pirates' executives is far superior. If they were to clash head-on with a Pirate King's crew, the Clown Pirates would most likely emerge victorious. It's truly unbelievable that the Clown could build such a force.
Ivankov fell silent upon hearing this, knowing that the dragon's judgment was rarely wrong.
Dragon turned around, his gaze sweeping over the survivors on the deck who were recovering, their eyes regaining a certain light. "The post-war world will only become more chaotic. The Revolutionary Army needs to expand. The original headquarters, Baltimore, is too barren and has limited resources to support so many people."
The Kamabakka Kingdom, also known as the Second Women's Kingdom, is a sizable and fertile island somewhere on the Grand Line, which Ivankov seized through his personal charm and strength.
Due to its unique national conditions and population composition, the outside world avoids it like the plague, and very few outsiders set foot there.
This natural isolation and self-sufficiency made it a perfect new stronghold for the revolutionary army, which needed to develop covertly and accumulate strength.
Upon hearing this, Ivankov's exaggerated face immediately broke into a bright smile, and he wriggled his body slightly. "I really do miss my old buddies!"
"I wonder if there are any new transgender friends worth training? I want to teach the new transgender people the ways of the transgender world!"
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Long said, "According to previous intelligence, Luffy's pirate crew has a cook, and it seems that Kuma has taken a picture of your country."
Ivankov's eyes widened instantly, as if stars were exploding inside them. "That's Sanji-kun!!"
Looking at Ivankov's excited expression, as if he had found a new toy, Long remained silent for a moment, being a normal man.
It seems foreseeable that Sanji, the son's good cook, might encounter a tragic fate in the Kingdom of the Okama.
Mentioning Sanji reminds me of Luffy. A very faint ripple appeared in Dragon's eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.
That silly son with the straw hat and a smile as bright as the sun, ultimately, he has to walk his own path.
As a father, Dragon is no longer able or willing to provide Luffy with direct protection. Perhaps this is for the best; pirates and the Revolutionary Army are destined to be two paths that will never intersect.
