One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

On a cliff in Ohara...

A ragged-looking giant scanned the surroundings when suddenly he pointed toward the distant sea.

"Olvia, unless my eyes deceive me... those look like Marine warships over there!"

"What? They're pursuing us this quickly? We just arrived!"

"Check with binoculars. This situation... doesn't feel right."

This was Marine Vice Admiral, the giant Saul.

Having spotted the ships, he immediately called out to Olvia. Olvia brushed aside her white hair and raised binoculars to survey the sea, her voice laced with confusion.

"Saul, there's only one warship."

"Weren't the Marine pursuit squads always send at least three ships?"

Saul pupils trembled slightly upon hearing this, urgently asking.

"Olvia, are you certain it's just one? Quickly, describe the figurehead on its prow!"

"It's... a dog head! And it's holding a bone in its mouth!"

After Olvia description, she turned to Saul only to find him completely frozen. His massive frame even trembled slightly.

"Saul! What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"Olvia, if your description is accurate..." Saul swallowed hard "then that ship belongs to none other than the 'Hero of the Marines'—Monkey D. Garp personal flagship!"

"The Marine Hero himself is chasing us?! Why is the World Government targeting us so fiercely?"

Olvia clutched her head as the reality plunged her into deepening confusion and despair.

All she wanted was to understand history, to uncover the truth!

Why did this path seem destined for annihilation?

Had Michael been present, he would have mocked Olvia mercilessly.

In the end you're still just book-smart after all... You need to understand that, what every deceiver fears most is having their lies exposed.

"Don't be so pessimistic yet, Olvia." Saul steadied himself as they fled into the forest, saying "Vice Admiral Garp has been on leave this whole year—he might just be passing through Ohara. Besides, Vice Admiral Garp would never accept a mission to hunt down ordinary civilians."

Olvia couldn't help but smile bitterly at his words.

Ordinary? Could she still be considered ordinary now that she possessed the ability to decipher Poneglyphs?

***

"What do you mean? Isn't an elite education a good thing?" Garp asked, scratching his head.

He really didn't understand anything about fancy stuff.

''Well, if only a small group has the knowledge, it's super easy for it to disappear if something bad happens – like a natural disaster or something people do.''

''That would be a total culture crash.''

''If those Ohara scholars had made books for everyone, from easy to hard, covering all sorts of stuff, then this wouldn't have happened.''

''But they kept all the info just for the really smart ones and about what you said, Garp-san about them seeming like they didn't have any culture… that's 'cause they really didn't" Michael said while shrugging.

Soon, however, they realized their Marine uniforms had drawn the attention of Ohara residents.

The locals couldn't understand why the Marine had come to such a remote place like Ohara.

What could they possibly do here?

"The truly cultured ones all live inside the Tree of Knowledge—it's filled with scholars and archaeologists."

"Tsk… archaeologists." Even the uncultured Garp understood now.

"Exactly. A group of scholars studying ancient texts and another group of archaeologists learning to decipher the Poneglyphs—together, they're the World Government shame-exposing machine!"

Michael identified the direction of the Tree of Knowledge and began walking toward it.

"Don't you think the World Government would be furious?"

"These nerds—who knows if they're truly naive or just pretending to be naive, they announced their plan to publicly expose the World Government secrets right in front of them!"

"What can we do? Let them get blown to smithereens? We can't just stand by either." Garp grew increasingly exasperated as he listened, then pointed at the Tree of Knowledge.

"Anyway, let's try to talk some sense into those old scholars first."

Just as Michael was about to reply, he turned and spotted a little girl with black hair.

Dressed in worn but clean clothes, she clutched a thick book and wobbled toward the entrance of the Tree of Knowledge.

Michael eyes widened slightly.

If he's not mistaken… That was Nico Robin!

Michael stroked his chin.

Judging by the timeline, Nico Robin had already scored full marks in the scholars exams.

She had officially become a scholar of Ohara.

Eight years old, yet spending every day surrounded by elderly scholars. Possessing the power of the Paramecia-type Flower-Flower Fruit.

Black hair, a Devil Fruit, extraordinary intelligence… All of this led to Nico Robin being labeled a "monster" by the villagers.

"Hehehehe! Look, everyone! The monster running into the Tree of Knowledge again! The scholars must be crazy, letting a monster become one of them!"

"The cursed thing is polluting the sacred Tree of Knowledge!"

"Mom! The black-haired monster is back!"

Children, adults, and elders alike—all directed malice toward this eight-year-old girl.

The scene made Garp, who had recently embraced grandfatherhood, frown deeply.

His iron fists, forged with "love" clenched unconsciously.

How could they… This is Ohara! A place with the world most outstanding scholars! Yet it also has the most ignorant and foolish people.

"Old man Garp, surprised by this situation?"

"This is one of the concrete manifestations of the drawbacks of elite education. Without universal education and only cultivating elites, such stark contrasts arise."

"The greater the contrast, the more it highlights the value of Ohara scholars."

"Of course, this isn't a good thing by any means." Michael patted Garp arm, offering some comfort to this upright and kind-hearted old man.

Listening to the malicious words around her, little Robin buried her head even lower.

She didn't dare to run openly on the road anymore and began hugging the walls, inching forward bit by bit.

An eight-year-old child, no matter how high her intelligence, couldn't understand why the villagers harbored such intense malice toward her.

Even her uncle family, who had raised her at her mother request, was no different.

So all she knew was to lower her head further, then even further—until they couldn't see her anymore.

But walking like this… she was bound to bump into something eventually.

"Ah… I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have bumped into you…"

As if she had hit a wall, Robin quickly stood up, picked up the book she had dropped and humbly apologized.

At worst… she'd be scolded and hit a few times. She had been eating well lately and could take a beating.

But the expected insults and pain never came.

Robin was puzzled.

Though timid, she still raised her small head slightly.

Against the setting sun, a handsome man with platinum-blond hair stood before her.

He spread his holy Wings, then placed a hand on her head.

Not to hit her, but to gently smooth out the hair messed up by her fall. The sea breeze carried his warm voice into her ears.

"Hey, I'm a monster too."

"Want to stick together?"