One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

The establishment of the Revolutionary Army wasn't a major event.

In fact, it might not even appear on the World Government's radar until they liberated another country.

The one billion bounty the World Government placed on Monkey D. Dragon's head was more of a warning than anything substantial.

After all, they had merely overthrown a single country in the South Blue.

To the World Government, they posed less of a threat than the pirates gathering in the first half of the Grand Line, the so-called "Paradise."

Even in the original timeline, the World Government underestimated the Revolutionary Army.

It wasn't until fourteen years later, in the year 1516 of the Sea Calendar, during that year's Reverie, that the World Government began taking Dragon and the Revolutionary Army seriously—declaring them "the greatest threat to the World Government."

In other words, the Revolutionary Army still had a long time to grow quietly in the shadows.

By now, the celebration had ended.

After witnessing the historic moment of the Revolutionary Army's founding, the citizens and revolutionaries had finally calmed down and returned home to rest.

But the core members of the Revolutionary Army remained gathered around a table at their headquarters, discussing the most pressing matters at hand...

"Right now, we're still short on funds. And as our numbers grow, food will inevitably become a major issue."

"There are other revolutionary groups in the world besides ours. We must do everything we can to aid those who wish to resist tyranny."

"And for those who join us, we must arm them and teach them how to fight."

"I need an army—one that will one day spread across the entire world."

Dragon, seated at the head of the table, spoke with conviction.

Yet the gazes of everyone present, including Dragon himself, drifted towards the man slumped lazily in a chair nearby.

"Huh? Why are you all looking at me? Keep talking. It's not like there's a sandal print on my face."

Michael glanced around, puzzled.

"You're the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army!" Ginny jabbed a finger at him.

"Stop acting like this has nothing to do with you! Weren't you the one who dragged us into this revolution in the first place?!"

"Tch. Kuma, shut your loudmouth woman up—or let her scream louder so the whole world knows that Marine Rear Admiral Michael is the Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff!"

Though Ginny had always harbored some hostility towards him as a Marine, Michael couldn't bring himself to be angry with her.

Her suffering was too great—so much so that it gave him yet another reason to slaughter those Celestial Dragons.

"Ginny may be hot-tempered, but she isn't wrong," Dragon said, turning to Michael.

"I'd like to hear your thoughts."

"Big Bro, your overall direction is sound, but it's too vague."

As he spoke, Michael straightened in his seat.

Though he like to slacking off, when it came to the traditional craft of revolution, he held nothing but reverence.

Because in revolution, attitude was everything.

"Just as we initially stated, we must help others who resist tyranny—that's absolutely correct." Michael spread out the world map on the table.

"But your resolve is still lacking. Why must it only be those who resist tyranny? What about the royal families who still govern their nations and ensure their people live happily despite the World Government's oppression? Can't they be potential allies?"

"What about those rare individuals within the World Government who haven't been corrupted?"

"What about those who are essentially explorers and treasure hunters but are labeled as pirates?"

"Don't be surprised. Revolution means uniting all forces that can be united, as long as we can truly reshape and reform this world..."

"Even if it means sharing a drink and sitting at the same table with my enemies, I would have no objection!"

With each word Michael spoke, the expressions of the Revolutionary Army's officers shifted.

This theory... was something they had never heard before.

Yet after listening, it felt like a sudden revelation.

Was this what they called "revolutionary resolve"?

"Unite all forces that can be united..."

Monkey D. Dragon kept repeating this phrase, his eyes gradually gleaming with realization.

His goal wasn't the problem—it was that his methods hadn't gone far enough.

Michael was right.

Why limit the Revolutionary Army's alliances to only those resisting tyranny?

Anyone dissatisfied with the World Government could be brought into the revolutionary fold!

"Exactly! Our primary goal is to overthrow the World Government. So, no matter which faction it is, as long as they aid our cause, we can ally with them!"

"We must distinguish between primary and secondary conflicts. Until the main problem is resolved, all minor ones can be ignored."

Michael abruptly looked up.

Damn!

No wonder they say you're a born revolutionary, old man!

Michael wiped away a cold sweat internally before turning his attention back to the world map.

"Dragon, as for the issues of funding and supplies, they're also easy to solve."

"For funds, we can just rob the Celestial Tribute." Michael pointed to several fixed routes.

"Generally, the Celestial Tribute is transported along set routes by member nations to designated locations, where it's then handed over to World Government vessels or Marine warships before being taken to Mary Geoise."

"But wouldn't that mean stealing from the impoverished citizens?" Ginny finally spoke up, her brow no longer furrowed, her question brimming with untainted clarity.

Beside her, Kuma also turned his gaze to Michael, his eyes reflecting the same doubt.

Michael exchanged a glance with Dragon, feeling somewhat helpless.

Ginny and Kuma were still too naive, their perspectives too narrow.

"Setting aside how you'd return the stolen goods to their original owners" Michael tapped his temple.

"Use your heads and think—before the revolution succeeds, even if the wealth is returned, it'll just be seized again through extortion."

"So, it's better to take from the people and use it for the people. Accelerating the revolution with these resources is the greatest repayment we can give to those who paid the Celestial Tribute."

"Our goal is to ensure they never have to pay Celestial Tribute again, isn't it?"

Ginny and Kuma exchanged a long, silent glance at these words.

Michael didn't elaborate further with them.

Instead, he pointed to the East Blue on the map.

"Here—Dragon, your hometown, Windmill Village in the East Blue, along with the surrounding island villages. These islands are famously abundant in resources, especially Shimotsuki Village, where grain yields are typically several times or even dozens of times higher than neighboring areas. Their food reserves are enormous."

"Shimotsuki?" Dragon frowned. "The Shimotsuki from Wano Country?"

"That's right. Shimotsuki Kozaburo—the renowned swordsmith of Wano."

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