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Chapter 1194: Rebellion? You Dare Even Say That?
Chapter 1194: Rebellion? You Dare Even Say That?
Kuro was momentarily baffled.
Dragon’s eager eyes, shimmering with an almost fanatical glow of enlightenment, forced Kuro to instinctively take a step back.
He didn’t get it.
What was this guy’s deal? Did he come all this way not to fight but to debate justice? That couldn’t be right.
Could it be that rescuing his son was just a side mission, and his real goal was to have a philosophical debate?
Kuro couldn’t help but mutter, “You’re nuts!”
“Are you outta your mind?! If you wanna fight, say so! If not, scram! Old Man’s got no time for your moralizing!”
No sooner had Kuro finished speaking than a rustling sound came from the side. A figure in black-and-white masks, followed by another cloaked in an oversized robe, swiftly approached. “Dragon! How dare you show your face here?! Golden Lion, capture him—don’t let this dangerous man escape!”
But as soon as he spoke, the masked figure suddenly felt a chill. The cloaked companion silently reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
Kuro stood still, but his eyes flicked sideways, radiating icy menace anyone could sense.
“You’re still so rude, huh? Didn’t I tell you—show respect in my presence!”
Bang!
Kuro lashed out sideways with a leg sweep like a whip, slamming it into the masked figure’s body. A burst of force sent him flying backward into the cloaked companion, both hurtling through the air together.
Sizzling sparks crackled as Kuro retracted his electrified leg and clicked his tongue. “Seriously, these guys never learn respect. I’ve got unrestricted flight rights in Mariejois, and even Lucci gave me face after I roasted him hard. You trash don’t even treat me like an officer?”
He just couldn’t wrap his head around it—how World Government officials all acted like clueless idiots, daring to speak so brazenly to a warlord and one of the world’s most violent organizations’ top three elites. Had they all lost their minds?
After kicking them away, Kuro gripped his Yokai Blade tightly and turned his gaze back to Dragon.
He lowered his stance, ready for combat.
“Dragon, I don’t care what you’re here for, but Kaido’s off-limits.” Kuro’s voice was low and firm.
Dragon glanced at the two flying figures, his eyes lighting up as if realizing something. “I’ve no interest in Kaido or fighting you—I just want to discuss.”
“I recently read a book. Its prologue was intriguing—it said, ‘In the beginning, justice existed.’ I agree. It’s because justice exists that our Revolutionary Army was born.”
Kuro rolled his eyes. “You’re quoting some obscure book to me? Are you serious? Why do you keep harping on ‘justice’? Justice means something different to everyone. Might is justice. Wealth is justice. Looks are justice. Nez is justice. Thighs are justice. Silk is justice. Even Olipute is justice! Every single person in the Navy thinks their own twisted principles make them just. Pick any Commander and they’ll preach their own brand of justice.”
“You’ve got time to ponder justice? How about checking out the nations you’ve toppled instead!”
Hiss!
A slash of wind erupted as Kuro swung his blade, striking Dragon’s body directly. But Dragon’s form instantly dispersed into a gust, letting the attack slice through harmlessly before reassembling into flesh.
Kuro bared his teeth. “Logia, huh.”
Logia types always had that 50-50 gimmick—no helping it when they’re born into such powers.
“The nations I’ve overthrown…”
Dragon’s form swirled with wind as he slowly ascended. “I can’t grasp this—without hereditary bloodlines, no one gets recognition, so how can you choose a reliable king? Nations need leaders. A noble who cares for the people makes a more stable ruler than some clueless commoner.”
That book Justicefaith had given him a new perspective. It taught right and wrong, inspiring people to stand against injustice. On the surface, it seemed unrelated to revolution, but as a Revolutionary Army captain, Dragon saw deeper meanings.
The book preached rebellion. Once people learned its teachings and used them as their compass, they’d rise against oppression themselves. But that would plunge everything into chaos.
The Revolutionary Army’s goal was to help the suffering, targeting the world’s greatest injustice—the World Nobles. Yet commoners couldn’t reach them. Rash uprisings would only destabilize local kingdoms.
The problem was this:
Why did fighting injustice lead to chaos?
Dragon couldn’t grasp it—just like he couldn’t understand how Kuro, as a Navy, dared slaughter Riku Riku Kingdom’s entire nobility, including its king.
Earlier, he’d dismissed the Navy as Kuro’s tools to fulfill ambitions. Dressrosa had ties to Riku Riku, so after nobles were killed and order collapsed, Dressrosa could step in and seize control faster.
But reading this book made him think—something was off.
“Ah? You’re saying our methods are flawed? You come to me—a Navy leader—to ask about problems? You’ve gotta be kidding.”
Kuro scoffed. “Did you stay in Kamabakka Kingdom so long your brain rotted like those crossdressers?”
“It’s Kamabakka Kingdom—wait, how’d you know?!”
Dragon’s eyes widened. After Blackbeard ambushed their headquarters, they’d relocated there in secrecy. How did Kuro find out?
But his attention quickly shifted elsewhere.
Frowning, Dragon pressed, “Flawed methods? What do you mean? Are you saying we should control things ourselves? We’ve no grudge with the World Government. Our mission is to strip World Nobles of their Heavenly Gold—their oppressive taxes crush the people. That’s why we topple those mad regimes.”
“Get lost!”
Kuro raised his blade, unleashing a barrage of slashes that shredded Dragon’s body.
“Who cares? Old Man’s done talking—get outta here!”
He grumbled, “You haven’t even identified your enemies or classified social strata yet, and you’re trying to rebel? Without theory, without inherent justice, without public support, you’re just blindly charging in. You call that rebellion? You’d still be stuck in twenty years. Wrong—give you twenty more, everything resets. All your effort? Useless.”
Lida, watching nearby, raised an eyebrow. She didn’t get half of it, but why did Kuro sound so… experienced?
(End of Chapter)
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