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Chapter 1191: I Want to Talk to You About Justice
Chapter 1191: I Want to Talk to You About Justice
As Kuro turned his head, he saw the newcomer—the man gripping his wrists.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a dark green overcoat, a crimson flame-shaped tattoo on his left cheek. His jet-black shoulder-length hair was spiked back like a hedgehog’s quills, stubble lined his jaw, and his missing eyebrows gave him a ferocious air.
In truth, his reputation matched his appearance.
Commander-in-Chief of the Revolutionary Army, the world’s most wanted criminal, and the World Government’s greatest enemy—Monkey D. Dragon!
Dragon’s grip clamped down like iron shackles on Kuro’s wrists, halting his blade mid-strike. He said nothing until the wind carried the retreating figures away, their forms vanishing into the distance. Only then did he crack a faint smirk: “Let the young one chase his dreams at sea. What do you think?”
His grip finally loosened, but before he could fully release, Kuro’s arm twisted free. In a flash, Kuro swung his blade downward.
Hiss!
A streak of crimson lightning cleaved through Dragon’s body, splitting him in half.
“I think not,” Kuro coldly replied.
Whoosh!
But the severed halves left no blood. They dissolved into the air, reforming as a wisp of wind that reassembled into Dragon’s form a short distance away.
Kuro clicked his tongue, lips curling: “Scary.”
Then his voice sharpened: “Logia!”
Wind-type, no less.
It wasn’t surprising that Dragon possessed a Logia Devil Fruit. He had to be one—only a Logia’s intangible, dispersing nature could evade the World Government’s grasp. Any other form, and he’d have been captured long ago.
That he’d built the Revolutionary Army likely owed much to his Devil Fruit. Wind symbolized freedom, after all—unshackled and unrestrained. Rules? Naturally, he’d have no tolerance for them.
Dragon chuckled: “No need for such hostility, Golden Lion… or should I say, Lucius Kro? The boy’s gone, and catching him now would be difficult.”
Kuro glanced at the pirates disappearing from view, his eyes narrowing. The chaotic domain swirling in the sky abruptly dissipated, the oppressive aura lifting.
“There’s something strange,” Kuro muttered, facing Dragon. “Though he’s your son, I’ve never heard of you shadowing his steps. You didn’t stir while he lingered in Wano Country for so long. Yet the moment I arrive, you appear. Is this about me? Or…”
His gaze flicked to the fallen Kaido and the panting Yamato kneeling beside him: “Are you after Kaido too? Aiming to become one of the Four Emperors? If so, you should chase Marshall D. Teach. I heard that fool snuck into your Headquarters and took plenty of weapons.”
This intelligence surfaced shortly after Dressrosa—rumors across the Grand Line claimed Blackbeard had ambushed Dragon’s base, looting the Revolutionary Army’s stockpiled arms.
Of course, Dragon hadn’t been there at the time. Otherwise, Teach wouldn’t have escaped unscathed.
Shaking his head, Dragon’s voice deepened: “I’m simply a father worried for his son. What right do we have to interfere with someone pursuing their dream?”
“You’re lecturing me—a Navy—about this?”
Kuro sneered: “Your family’s amusing. I’m no gullible child ready to be swayed. Dragon, what’s your goal here? Kaido’s down, but you’ll never claim Wano Country. Don’t even try.”
As he spoke, Lida, Klah, and Moer burst from his flanks, forming a four-cornered encirclement around Dragon.
Sazil and others readied combat stances, all bracing for the most dangerous man on Earth.
“That’s just a side matter. With you here, I’ll let Wano slip.”
Dragon fixed Kuro with his gaze: “I’m here for you, Kuro.”
Kuro tightened his grip on the Yokai Blade, crimson still blazing in his eyes. He laughed sharply: “Huh?! Here to chat? To trade favors?”
“A few years ago, Garp asked me to spare his grandson. He’s an old Navy man, decent enough. I honored that debt. Now you—Commander of the Revolutionary Army—want to trade favors with me? Don’t make me laugh!”
Kuro raised his blade, its icy gleam reflecting in his eyes, making them glacial and gruesome:
“No way I’m dealing with your Revolutionary Army bunch. The Navy higher-ups would never tolerate it!”
“No,” Dragon said, scanning the crowd. After a pause, he added: “I just want to ask one question.”
“I refuse.”
Kuro cut him off: “I’m Kuro—upright and open. No backroom deals with your Revolutionary Army. If you’ve something to say, speak now.”
He wasn’t fooling around. He’d spotted CP0 agents earlier. He wasn’t scared, but Dragon was the Revolutionary Army’s leader. If they vanished together, the report would stir endless trouble.
Dragon pressed his lips, staring at Kuro for a long moment, an odd emotion flickering in his eyes.
Finally, he sighed: “About Justicefaith, I want to discuss it with you.”
The others showed no reaction, but Klah stiffened, eyes widening in disbelief.
No way?!
“Hmm?”
Kuro tilted his head, puzzled: “What’s that?”
“Justicefaith,” Dragon repeated.
Kuro raised an eyebrow: “Justicefaith? Justice? Everyone believes their own. You—a rebel leader—lecturing me, a warlord, about justice? Isn’t that mixing apples and oranges?”
“What’s with this sudden obsession with justice?”
To the World Government, the Revolutionary Army was ‘evil’; to the Navy, neutral; to civilians, perhaps ‘just’. But they’d never see eye to eye.
Two enemies clashing now—did the Revolutionary Army’s leader want to discuss justice?
Navy’s justice came in many flavors—Absolute Justice, Lazy Justice, Vague Justice, Worldwide Rule, Pure Justice, Tactical Justice, Safety’s Justice.
Keep talking, and the word itself would lose all meaning.
Dragon studied Kuro, his gaze unreadable.
Is this man pretending? Pretending what?
Glancing aside, Dragon noticed familiar figures in the distance.
CP0?
Ah.
“I originally had no interest in coming,” Dragon said. “But I learned of an intriguing lead, so I visited an island. There, I found some Navy forces. That’s why I’m curious about your concept of justice, Lucius Kro.”
He stressed the words “Navy” and “justice,” his tone heavy.
“There, I witnessed something shocking—something that made me question if my decades-long revolutionary cause was truly about justice. Especially after finding a certain book…”
“That’s why I’m here. I must ask—the Black Hand behind it all: What are you aiming for?!”
(End of Chapter)
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