"Do not get too excited, Dragon."
Rowan clearly understood the strategic importance of the Flying Thunder God Technique in this world, but this was not the Naruto world. This was a world whose ending had not yet been decided.
What the rulers of Mary Geoise relied on, the Five Elders and Im, was still unknown. Aside from the destruction of the Lulusia Kingdom, nothing else was clear.
Under such circumstances, unless he could obtain overwhelming power like Android 18 or Cell, Rowan preferred to unite all forces that could be united.
As for the so-called protagonist of this world, Monkey D. Luffy, from the moment Rowan appeared, the trajectory of the world would already begin to change.
At the very least, Dragon had already begun considering forming the Revolutionary Army two years earlier because of him. Whether the decisive turning point would still happen five years later was uncertain.
"You should understand how important this ability is for an army."
Dragon's gaze sharpened. "Compared to the Grand Line, the four seas are relatively peaceful and can provide supplies. But every time we cross Reverse Mountain, we need strong escorts."
"Even then, it requires massive time and resources. But this…"
He picked up the tri pronged kunai. "With just two of these, one placed in the East Blue and one in the second half of the Grand Line, transporting supplies would take only an instant…"
Before he could finish, Rowan interrupted him.
"You seem to have forgotten something. I said this ability depends on my stamina. Carrying people or items is fine, but an entire ship of supplies… you are overestimating me."
Supplies were not food for ten or even fifty people. They were provisions for thousands.
Transporting that kind of mass using Flying Thunder God would exponentially increase the stamina cost.
Dragon paused, then quickly realized the impracticality of his earlier idea.
If it could not be used for large scale transport, then its value lay in mobility, not constant deployment.
"Sorry."
Dragon sat down again, rubbing his forehead before pouring himself a drink. "Your ability has too much strategic significance."
Rowan replied, "The Door Door Fruit can achieve similar effects. But the World Government does not seem to consider it that important."
Dragon smiled faintly. "They do not care about transportation costs for unimportant things, because those costs are not borne by them. But for important matters, do you think they would allow someone to open a door in Mary Geoise?"
Silence fell between them.
After a moment, Rowan spoke again.
"There are more than just these three coordinates. After you leave, I need you to produce a batch of these weapons. In two months, I will place coordinates on them. I also need you to distribute some across the four seas and the Grand Line."
Dragon froze for a moment, then nodded. "In that case, you could appear anywhere in the world in a short time. That would indeed be convenient."
Rowan looked at him. "It is not just convenience. I want to try something… to see if the foundation of this world can be changed."
Dragon was confused again, but Rowan did not explain further.
Instead, he asked, "What are your plans next?"
Dragon replied, "Over the past few years, while helping non affiliated nations, I have met some like minded people. I had not yet decided my path before, but now… it is time."
Rowan smiled slightly. "Ivankov, right? That guy will probably recommend Kuma to you. After all, Kuma… is a very gentle person."
Kuma.
Dragon heard the name again.
Soon, their meeting came to an end.
Dragon took the three custom kunai, while Rowan submitted his report and boarded a warship back to the West Blue.
From this moment on, using Shadow Clones and Flying Thunder God as a foundation, two identities would appear across the seas.
One, a founder of the Revolutionary Army: Spark.
The other, the executioner who once carried out Roger's execution, currently stationed in Rasgap Town in the West Blue: Seaman Rowan.
Inside the prison space.
Roger, now appointed as a warden, wandered around aimlessly.
The prisoners in Passage Six had long been burned to nothing. The same was true for Passages Seven and Eight.
After the novelty wore off, Roger felt like he was about to grow mold from boredom.
"When will that young man come again?"
"This is too boring. I want to go on an adventure…"
"As a warden, sin points are absorbed directly. I wonder how painful that black flame really is. Those guys screamed for a whole day before. It must have been unbearable…"
And Rouge… would it be a son or a daughter?
Twenty years later, would they reach Laugh Tale?
But he had already boasted to Rayleigh. It had to be his son.
At that moment, a figure appeared at the center of the prison.
Roger's soul immediately lit up. He waved his hand. "Oh? You are here, young man."
Rowan sighed and looked at him. "After hearing that kind of outcome, how can you still be so carefree? You did not allow your crew to harm civilians. With that kind of personality, you should at least feel some regret."
Roger waved his hand casually. "You have it wrong, young man. The Pirate King is the freest person in the world."
"I did not allow my crew to harm civilians because I did not like it."
"If someone helped me, I would fight powerful enemies for them. Why? Because it made me happy. Whether I like it or not, whether it makes me happy or not, that is how I act."
"Golden Lion invited me to rule the world with him. Even knowing he was exaggerating, I refused. I do not like ruling. Even if facing enemies ten times stronger, I would still refuse. That… is freedom."
Freedom.
Rowan thought of Luffy.
Perhaps this was why the Revolutionary Army and pirates could walk similar paths, yet never share the same stance.
And his path…
Had always been with the Revolutionary Army, not pirates.
"Hey, young man, this place is really boring. When can I go out for a walk? I can take you to a sky island. The king there is an old friend of mine. There is even a city made of gold. Impressive, right?"
Roger's soul laughed as he began recounting his adventures.
But when it came to Laugh Tale, he did not say a single word.