In the West Blue, upon the surging waves.
The speed of the east blue emperor suddenly dropped. Seven stretched lazily; despite powering the ship for half a day, his body didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue.
Recovery +50% was truly heaven-defying.
He even had a feeling that from now on, even if he only slept two and a half hours a day on the ship, he wouldn't feel sleepy.
These ten thousand points were well spent!
Looking at Mihawk and Issho sitting in the open-air banquet hall, Captain Seven's eyes lit up as he began to PUA his crew.
"Issho, do you believe that in this world, there are people whose lives are taken just because they reported their own names?"
Issho turned his head, his clouded eyes seemingly trying to see the expression on Seven's face. "Since you put it that way, it must be true."
"Sigh," Seven sighed theatrically.
"You should have answered—'I don't believe it'—otherwise, I won't feel any achievement in what I'm about to say next."
Mihawk, also sitting in the open-air banquet hall, suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
It seemed that two years ago, Beelzebul had used a similar method: first piquing interest, then telling secrets, then tempting with fine food and wine, and finally inviting them onto the ship.
Oh no, he's being set up by the Captain.
Mihawk quietly clenched his fist: After they reached the shore, he had to find an opportunity to measure the results of the Captain's two years of training.
Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Issho shook his head and smiled. "I don't believe it."
Seven smiled and gave a thumbs-up, showing his appreciation for Issho's cooperation.
"About 80 years ago, two brothers were walking down the street when they encountered a World Government agent. When asked for their names, the older brother had just spoken his when the agent shot him in the head."
"The young younger brother, to save his life, lied and said he was just the older brother's friend, and thus survived."
"Since that day, the younger brother realized that a vast, unknown darkness existed in this world. Guess what the younger brother discovered later?"
Having had the previous experience, Issho familiarly cooperated and asked, "What did he discover?"
Seven put his hands in his pockets.
"The younger brother discovered that eight hundred years ago, at the very beginning of the World Government's establishment, there was a century of history that was unknown, artificially deleted, and left blank."
"It was a period of history written by the victors, where the voices of the losers were extremely faint. It concerned the establishment of the World Government and the disappearance of an Ancient Kingdom, a history buried on the Final Island."
"As for the truth of history..."
Under their expectant gazes, Seven left them in suspense: "Now is not yet the time to reveal the truth."
Before the two could react, Seven continued.
"Our destination, Ohara, is exactly where that younger brother from the story, the now eighty-five-year-old Dr. Clover, is located."
"If I'm not mistaken, the Buster Call fleet specifically launched by the World Government to eliminate the scholars of Ohara should have arrived by now."
Hearing of the Buster Call, Mihawk's expression turned solemn.
A former member of the Roger Pirates, Douglas Bullet, known as the demon heir, was captured just a year ago when the Marine launched a Buster Call.
He is still locked up in Impel Down right now.
Issho stood up abruptly. "Mr. Seven, is the World Government going to erase Ohara? Then we must speed up."
Seven spread his hands, looking somewhat helpless.
"Mr. Issho, that's a Buster Call."
"It's a Buster Call composed of five Marineford Vice Admirals, ten warships, and over ten thousand fully armed Marines and CP Agents."
"And us."
"You, me, Mihawk... just three people."
"Just Vice Admiral Sakazuki and Vice Admiral Kuzan alone possess Admiral-level strength, far beyond what the three of us can contend with."
"Not to mention, there are three other headquarters Vice Admirals and over ten thousand fully armed soldiers."
"How are we supposed to fight that?"
Issho walked over quickly and grabbed Seven's arm. "Captain Seven, if we can't even save the scholars of Ohara, how can we talk about changing the world?"
"Please, speed up." Issho bowed deeply.
"I beg of you!"
Seeing that Issho was about to kneel, Seven hurriedly stopped him. "Don't do that. I'll speed up, okay?"
As current surged into the electric drive, the speed of the east blue emperor skyrocketed.
Although the training was extremely successful, Seven didn't feel much of an achievement: at seventeen, he was about to face Sakazuki, the Marine's strongest combat power for the next twenty-plus years.
It was simply too thrilling.
Damn, is it easy for me to find a crew member?
Spending money and risking my life.
The sea breeze whistled past. Issho stood at the bow, his cloak fluttering in the wind. Although no words were embroidered on the cloak, Seven saw the most fervent justice.
Two years ago, Seven wanted to come to Ohara just to witness it and conveniently take the books from the Tree of Knowledge to the Thunder God Palace on the Sky Island.
When he invited Issho to join the ship at Amazon Lily, Seven had his own plan—
Issho had a gentle and upright personality with an extremely strong sense of justice. Seven hoped that after witnessing the Ohara Buster Call, Issho would be completely disillusioned with the Marine.
To lay the groundwork for inviting Issho to join the crew in the future.
Issho was a Zushi Zushi no Mi user, someone who could summon meteors at will, and he also possessed one of the twelve supreme grade swords, gamblers fireline.
How could he miss out on such a powerful crew member?
If Issho joined the crew, the Morning Star Pirates would have three Admiral/Emperor-level powerhouses, three supreme grade swords, and three Great Swordsmen... Looking across the entire sea, a pirate crew with such a lineup was truly one of a kind.
Looking at it now, he had indeed gotten what he wanted.
Perhaps even a bit too much.
"Two Admirals... truly a headache."
Akainu and Aokiji weren't like Kizaru, who held to a vague sense of justice. Aokiji believed in Burning Justice, while Akainu adhered to Absolute Justice, wishing he could kill every single pirate.
After the Ohara Buster Call.
Only after witnessing Akainu bombarding the refugee ship did the justice Aokiji believed in slowly transform into Lazy Justice.
And the Ohara Buster Call was the peak of the Marine's mobilized power in history.
It was clearly aimed at national annihilation.
Issho stood at the bow, his back looking desolate as he thought silently: "Sorry for coercing you in this way."
Looking across the entire sea, pirates who dared to draw their swords against the Marine were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river—countless.
But like this—
A pirate who, facing two Marine Admiral-level combatants, three Marineford Vice Admirals, and over ten thousand fully armed Marines, still dared to draw his sword against the cannon fire—Issho had never seen nor heard of such a person before.
But Issho saw one today.
Captain Beelzebul, since we draw our swords together today, I will not let you down for the rest of my life.
A smile played on the corners of Issho's mouth. He suddenly felt a bit of regret: if only these eyes hadn't closed... On the coast of Ohara, ten Marine warships were firing with full force, their cannon fire plowing through the entire island.
"Vice Admiral Sakazuki, there is a refugee ship to the southwest. Should we... should we... fire?"
Sakazuki's face darkened.
"Fire!"
To completely eliminate the threat, Sakazuki did not hesitate to order: bombard the ship carrying the refugees of Ohara.
Leaving the facts aside, this is hard to evaluate.
If any Ohara scholars had happened to escape on the refugee ship and the World Government found out later, it would only cause even greater casualties.
But whether there were scholars on the refugee ship could no longer be verified after the ship was sunk by the Marine.
However, this scene of the Marine bombarding the refugee ship smashed an unhealable crack into someone's heart.
On the island of Ohara.
Marine Vice Admiral Kuzan stared at the refugee ship sunk by the Marine. The Burning blood in his heart seemed, at this moment, to become like the frozen giant Saulo—no longer fervent.
Just as Kuzan was about to speak, a red and black Haki, like lightning, suddenly tore through the sky.
Red sails on the sea came into view. Kuzan sighed and sat down.
"You're late."