One Piece: Start by Saving Roger, I Was Invited to Join the Crew

Legal Martial God Topman Vochuli always stares with wide eyes, and now he spoke with a look of unwavering duty:

"Lately, more and more of those slaves have dared to defy the will of the gods. We must speed up the construction of the great bridge to link the continents together for better control."

Agricultural Martial God Shepherd Ten Pyth stood up, glancing sideways at Vochuli. "This project is massive. It's already been years, but we have to accelerate it. Gol D. Roger is bound to stir up trouble."

"We should let other factions confront him first. A dangerous figure like him—there are no bounty hunters that match him." Nasjurō Saint's face showed a cold and intimidating expression.

"The situation is becoming more complicated. Gol D. Roger is playing the World Government, and I suspect it's connected to that young man named Reid."

Financial Martial God Izanbaron V Nasjurō Saint said this as he slightly revealed a gleam of his sheathed blade before firmly closing it again.

"The admirals and vice admirals were deployed to block those rescuing Roger, but unexpectedly, Reid appeared out of nowhere—there's no prior record of him." Saturn Saint frowned deeply, lost in thought.

Environmental Martial God Markas Mazsheng shook his beard. One eye was larger than the other, and he squinted at Saturn Saint.

"This man possesses the Conqueror's Haki. Now he's on the same ship as Gol D. Roger. If we don't capture or eliminate him soon, it will bring significant trouble to the World Government."

"That figure is already very displeased. Now another person has emerged who defies divine will—we must hurry and locate that Devil Fruit," Markas Mazsheng suddenly said.

Saturn Saint's face changed. "That legendary Devil Fruit? It hasn't awakened for centuries. That person said to leave it alone."

The others narrowed their eyes, as if they had sensed some looming threat.

"Recently, a navy vice admiral defected and even helped a scholar escape. This must be handled properly—it's a disgrace that's spread throughout the navy," Nasjurō Saint said, clearly annoyed.

"Leave the other matters aside for now. Have the naval branches monitor Roger and his group closely. The time has come to carry out that person's order—the light on Ohara Island should be extinguished."

Saturn Saint looked at the other four, his gaze resolute.

The other four exchanged looks and nodded.

Vochuli Saint crossed his arms casually. "Those scholars don't realize they're opposing the gods. The history texts of the Void Century have no right to exist, and they even risk exposing the ancient weapons."

He turned to Saturn Saint. "Saturn, since you frequently communicate with Navy HQ, you handle it."

"Understood," Saturn Saint replied with a serious expression.

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At that moment, inside the Fleet Admiral's office at Navy Headquarters, Sengoku was discussing the future situation with Vice Admiral Tsuru.

Bururururu, bururururu…

"The Five Elders… I wonder what it is this time."

Sengoku answered, "This is Sengoku speaking."

Tsuru stayed silent but frowned slightly—she knew the Five Elders wouldn't contact the Fleet Admiral unless it was serious.

"Sengoku, we have a task for you. Make arrangements to erase Ohara Island in the West Blue."

"What?..." Sengoku froze. The Buster Call had just been used two years ago, and now again? It was too soon.

Vice Admiral Tsuru interlaced her fingers under her chin, her expression also growing solemn.

"Yes. The scholars on Ohara are studying historical texts. They've already been warned to stop engaging in actions that threaten world stability. Since they refuse to listen, they're no different from pirates. We must enact absolute justice and eliminate them."

"…Understood." Sengoku nodded. His version of justice meant absolute obedience to the higher-ups, and he also disliked anything that might disrupt current stability.

"And the vice admiral who helped an Ohara scholar escape—if encountered, execute on sight."

"…Understood."

After hanging up, Sengoku stood.

"Fleet Admiral, who do you plan to send?" Tsuru asked—just as a marine knocked on the door.

"Reporting, Fleet Admiral Sengoku! Vice Admiral Kuzan has returned!"

"Kuzan? So he still remembers to come back," Sengoku said coldly, eyes filled with resentment. At the time, they were cornering Roger's crew—if Kuzan hadn't gone missing midway, maybe they could have captured Roger.

"Call him in!"

"No need. I'm already here." Just then, a tall, scruffy man walked in, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Ah… Vice Admiral Kuzan…" The marine shuddered and quietly slipped away.

Sengoku looked at Kuzan with icy indifference, deeply displeased. If Kuzan hadn't left during the mission to pursue Roger, things might have turned out differently.

"Vice Admiral Kuzan, your appearance is inappropriate at Navy HQ," Tsuru said, still holding her interlocked fingers pose but glancing at him slightly.

"Really? Sorry. It's hard to bathe out there. I didn't have any money either, so I had to make do."

Tsuru's mouth twitched slightly. "Kuzan, it's fine to follow Garp, but don't become like him. Understand?"

"Got it, Tsuru-senpai."

"Call me Vice Admiral Tsuru."

"Ah, right, sorry, Vice Admiral Tsuru." Kuzan scratched his head—his demeanor was strikingly similar to Garp's.

"Kuzan, you disobeyed orders and vanished for nearly two years. What exactly have you been doing?"

"Do you realize this is defying a direct military order? I could execute you on the spot."

Given Sengoku's temper, he would normally have exploded at this point. But now, his face was calm, showing no trace of anger—because he vaguely sensed that something about Kuzan had changed.

"I already requested leave from Senior Garp."

"You…!!" Sengoku could no longer contain himself and slammed the table hard.

"So scary…" The soldier standing outside was trembling in his legs, but he could only continue standing guard at the door.

"Fleet Admi—oh, sorry—Fleet Admiral Sengoku, after this period of training, my sense of justice has become even more resolute. I will carry out my justice."

"Training?" Sengoku was momentarily stunned—he hadn't expected Kuzan to say something like that.

Vice Admiral Tsuru was also a little surprised. She looked up at Kuzan with astonishment in her heart. "That's not like Kuzan at all. Why would he deliberately leave to train?"

Sengoku looked at Kuzan with a solemn expression. "Since you've returned, I have a task for you. To head to Ohara Island in the West Blue and carry out the Buster Call operation."

Vice Admiral Tsuru beside him lifted her gaze slightly, saying nothing as she looked at Sengoku.

"So, you've finally decided to take action against those scholars after six years?" Kuzan was a bit surprised but ultimately found it expected.

"Yes. Ohara is considered a sanctuary for scholars. Once it's destroyed, scholars around the world will think twice." Sengoku's tone was firm and uncompromising.

"The Navy's justice lies in absolute obedience to orders. Now that I've made the call, it will be carried out."

"Kuzan, this doesn't really match your usual easygoing sense of justice," Sengoku said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly in surprise.

"Anyone who breaks the laws of the World Government must face punishment. Unauthorized research into historical texts threatens stability—that's a serious crime," Kuzan replied as he adjusted his glasses and casually shoved his hands into his pockets. His tone turned cold, and a chilling aura subtly surrounded him.

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