One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Mary Geoise, Between Powers.

The four elders sat together, with the handbook that was giving them a splitting headache in front of them.

Piet Saint clenched his fist:

"The print run has exceeded 30 million copies, and it is still being reprinted."

The CP organization has already started confiscating them, but new books are appearing soon.

Even some of the member states are secretly printing it—

Mars Saint pushed up his glasses: "The key point is that the contents of this manual are completely true."

We have had the Navy verify that the above training methods are not only effective, but also more systematic than the Navy's internal teaching methods.

Ordinary civilians who train according to this manual may indeed awaken Haki.

"That's what makes Roy so terrifying."

Sacred Vochuli's voice was hoarse and deep.

"He didn't lie or fabricate anything; on the contrary, he revealed the best training methods without reservation."

That's why its spread is so terrifying—if it were fake, it would be easier to deal with.

But it's true, so people believe it, practice it, and get stronger.

Nasujuro Sei gripped the hilt of the Kitetsu tightly, his knuckles turning white:

"If the common people all possess the power of dominance, how can we rule?"

The navy's advantage will be completely leveled.

At that time, any village could organize an armed resistance—

After discussing it for a long time, they realized with despair that there was no way to stop it.

The printed materials have spread all over the world, and the digital version is being disseminated wildly through various channels; even some naval soldiers are secretly downloading and reading it.

Pittor slumped in his chair, his eyes filled with helplessness: "Roy, you're going to destroy this world."

Nighttime, the tower atop Beehive Island.

Roy stood atop the tower, overlooking the entire harbor.

At the brightly lit dock, countless ships are loading and unloading cargo in an orderly manner.

On the distant sea, several patrol boats flying the Beehive Island flag are carrying out nighttime missions.

Tezzolo came up the stairs and stood beside him.

"Still thinking about the manual?"

"There's nothing to think about."

Roy shook his head.

"The seeds have been sown; now we just have to wait for them to sprout."

Tesoro was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked a question:

"Are you really trying to incite civilians to rebel against the world government?"

Roy didn't answer, but just looked at the distant sea, his gaze seemingly piercing through the night fog and seeing even further.

"The world government has maintained itself for eight hundred years through monopolistic power."

"What I want to break is this kind of pattern."

I want everyone to know that power is not something anyone can monopolize.

Anyone can become stronger if they are willing to practice.

Everyone has the right to stand atop this vast ocean.

"I want to restore this ocean to an era where 'might makes right,' not an era where 'bloodline is king.'"

Tezzolo remained silent for a long time, then smiled.

"You know what, sometimes I feel like you're more like a revolutionary than a revolutionary soldier."

"The Revolutionary Army wants to overthrow the World Government, but I want to make this ocean more interesting."

The goals are different, but the methods are similar.

In the distance, several more pirate ships sailed out of the port, their sails bearing the flags of Beehive Island, as well as the flags of other smaller pirate crews.

Those were newcomers who had just received their cultivation manuals, and were sailing into the depths of the new world with great anticipation.

Naval Headquarters, Senior Conference Room.

Three months have passed since the Battle of Marineford, and the ruins of Marineford are still not completely cleared.

The navy's top brass had to discuss a somber topic in a makeshift conference room—who would be the next marshal.

Sengoku stood before the main seat, his body still wrapped in bandages.

His gaze swept over every officer present, from the three generals to the remaining dozen or so lieutenant generals, and he could see the expression on each of their faces clearly.

Some people were looking down, pretending to read documents; some were sitting upright, their eyes fixed straight ahead; and some were secretly clenching their fists under the table.

"I am formally submitting my resignation to headquarters."

Zhan Guo's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear in the quiet conference room.

"I bear an unshirkable responsibility for the destruction of the Naval Headquarters."

From this moment forward, the position of Marshal will be taken over by a new candidate.

A commotion broke out in the conference room.

Several lieutenant generals tried to stand up and speak, but Sengoku raised his hand and pressed them down.

"Before I step down, I would like to recommend a candidate for the next marshal."

The Warring States period paused for a moment.

"Aokiji. Kuzan is the most clear-headed and calmest of the admirals."

He may not be the most skilled fighter, but he's the best person to lead the Navy out of its slump.

Aokiji sat in a chair with his legs crossed, his eye mask half-pulled down, looking like he was dozing off.

But everyone knew he wasn't asleep—because his fingers were tapping lightly on his knees, at a steady, moderate pace.

"I object."

Akainu stood up, his voice low and cold.

"What the Navy needs now is toughness, not gentleness!"

The Navy and the World Government have lost all credibility; Beehive Island has openly declared war; and Kaido is eyeing them covetously in the New World.

At a time like this, a moderate admiral will only hasten the navy's collapse!

Sengoku looked at Akainu calmly: "So, what do you think should be done?"

"Expand the military across the board and take the initiative."

Akainu's gaze swept across the entire area.

"The Navy needs a strong will, not a weak compromise."

I volunteer to serve as the next marshal.

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became tense.

The vice admirals who supported Aokiji frowned and remained silent, while the officers who supported Akainu showed expressions of approval.

Another group remains neutral, observing the situation.

The meeting ended unhappily.

However, Sengoku's recommendation was still submitted to higher authorities through the internal voting process of the navy.

However, the Five Elders will not stand idly by and watch Aokiji take the stage.

That evening, Pittor Saint intervened in the meeting via an encrypted Den Den Mushi (snail phone).

"The appointment of the Fleet Admiral is decided directly by the Five Elders. We have reviewed Sengoku's recommendation and do not agree with it."

Sengoku clenched his fist: "Aokiji is the most suitable person—"

"Inappropriate."

Piet Saint's voice was resolute.

"What the navy needs now is an iron will."

Aokiji is too mild-mannered; he will demoralize the entire navy.

We need someone capable of fighting to keep things under control.

Sengoku wanted to argue his point, but Piet Saint said one last thing and then hung up the Den Den Mushi:

"This is the decision of the Five Elders. The Navy is not playing house now."

The room remained quiet for a long time.

Aokiji did not leave the meeting room.

After hearing the Five Elders' final statement, he stood up and stretched.

"Okay, I understand."

His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Akainu sat opposite him, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Leaving is definitely the only option."

Aokiji walked towards the door, then stopped halfway and turned back.

"Akainu, if you become Fleet Admiral, what are your plans for dealing with Beehive Island?"

"Beat them. Beat them until they submit."

Aokiji was silent for a few seconds, then said something that made Akainu's expression change slightly.

"You can't beat Roy."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out.