Chapter 1229: Too Absurd!
Chapter 1229: Too Absurd!
"Happiness, peace..."
Donald munched on Yin Lawa's words, his expression twisting with skepticism. "Really now?"
The described environment was exactly what they were striving for!
They hadn't achieved it yet, but someone on the Grand Line already had?!
Judging by their strength, they weren't even impressive. Could it be that Kuroadmiral's theory was wrong?
No need for concentrated strongmen? No need for a single overwhelming strongman recognized by all to unify the Navy? Could that dream truly be realized?!
Instinctively, Donald turned and shouted, "Vice Admiral Kas!"
Not that he needed to call out—after Yin Lawa's declaration, the white energy had already coalesced, shifting directly behind Donald.
Where the white energy passed, bodies lay sprawled on the ground.
The six thousand soldiers Yin Lawa had brought? Already dealt with.
"Tch, they abandoned the dream of Ideal Village and still collapsed!" Yin Lawa gritted his teeth.
From the white energy emerged Kas and Wilbur. Their expressions were grave.
Wilbur stared at Yin Lawa. "That's not true. These people's willpower deserves praise. We've fought pirates outnumbering them by two-to-one, and half the time they'd collapse within minutes. Your men fought until the very end—only their physical limits caused their fall."
Kas's "Justice Shield" wasn't a joke. Take a three-thousand-strong unit as an example—no matter how many pirates attacked, a single strike against them was distributed across three thousand bodies. Even a decapitating blade became a mere scratch when diffused.
But their counterattacks hit with full force, amplified by speed. Combat efficiency was key. For enemies to last this long, collapsing only after exhausting every ounce of strength? Exceedingly rare.
But this wasn't the main point. Kas's face remained grave, yet his voice trembled with excitement:
"Was what you said true? Who accomplished this incredible feat? Is it really possible for nobles and commoners to live together peacefully?!"
Yin Lawa's combat willpower was formidable—despite this beating, he still stood. His six thousand soldiers' resolve was no weaker, as if something unshakable anchored their beliefs.
In battle, Kas had already grown curious. One or two pirates with such will wasn't strange, but thousands sharing the same? There had to be a reason.
Now hearing Yin Lawa's words, how could he not be thrilled?
Was this another path? Had Kuro Mr.'s dream already been realized?!
The scene he described—Dressrosa couldn't even come close!
"Tell me!"
Kas dashed forward at Tenfold speed, becoming a wisp of white shadow. Yin Lawa barely reacted before his hands were seized, arms lifted involuntarily. Kas gripped them tightly.
"Please, tell me!!" Kas nearly shouted. "Do you have strongmen? Do you have someone like Kuro Mr. ?!"
Yin Lawa almost answered "yes" to the first question, but at "Kuro Mr. ?"
Oh. Golden Lion. That level of strength.
Under Kas's intense, gruesome gaze, Yin Lawa croaked, throat dry, "N-no."
"Without strongmen, how did you achieve it? That place called 'Ideal Village'—right? Everyone living peacefully, united, with unshakable willpower, free to live as they choose. This Farming Region truly deserves the name Ideal Village!"
Kas released him, now dancing with excitement. "Subarashi! So subarashi! Another path exists! We're not alone, Wilbur!"
"OH!!"
Wilbur's eyes blazed from behind. As Kas called him, he rushed forward, eyes mirroring Kas's fervor, staring at Yin Lawa.
"Please, tell us—how was it achieved? What method? Can you prove it? Let us witness it ourselves!"
"You..."
Yin Lawa swallowed hard, bewildered. "You really want to witness? But you're Navy..."
World Government lapdogs. Why would they have such ideals? They hadn't even heard the Red Officer's song.
Wait—the song!
Yin Lawa removed his headphones, pressed his lips, and handed them forward. "If you truly share this ideal, listen. Everything stems from the Red Officer's song. As long as the Red Officer exists, anything is possible!"
Red Officer? What was that?
Kas and Wilbur exchanged glances. Kas took the headphones, placing them on his head.
Whoever could realize such a dream was a kindred spirit!
But the moment the headphones touched his ears, Kas froze.
Soft music flowed through them—like a murmur, a half-heard story, hazy yet enchanting, as if...
Drifting into a dream.
Kas closed his eyes involuntarily, mind wandering...
Even in battle, he slipped into a vision.
Kuro Mr., through their efforts, had claimed the highest throne. His theory had spread worldwide. The Debang nation replaced the World Government. No more exploitation—nations traded freely. Pirates still existed, but far less violently.
Four Seas, Grand Line First Half, New World...
Nobility vanished from the entire Grand Line. Free citizens thrived instead, protected by the Navy. The Grand Line entered an era of lasting peace.
This was truly...
Crack!
Kemurabi smashed the headphones he'd snatched from Zang Jing, stomping them into shards. He seized Zang Jing's neck, lifting him high.
"And Where IS The Singer?! Where?!"
His pupils burned with gruesome excitement.
He had to know! This hallucinatory ability—he recognized its source!
Moon Tribe. Men wielded flame, women... illusion!
In that song, he'd heard nothing of Zang Jing's described utopia. But he'd detected the hidden trace of a Moon Tribe woman's power.
Such illusions had no effect on Moon Tribe themselves!
"Such things are mere illusions! You call this Ideal Village?!"
"That woman's song sends them into fantasy. In their dreams, they can do anything—this is their own private dream. I've heard it too, but..."
Shanks chuckled awkwardly. "I'm not really used to it. Huh? Why's your expression changing?"
"I thought it was some great thing, but this..."
Kuro exhaled smoke, expressionless. "Too absurd."
"Absurd?!" Kas ripped off the headphones, his excitement now white-hot rage.
(End of Chapter)
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