Saiyan Reborn

So then… where could he learn Haki—the real stuff, the systematic kind?

Bravoc's sharp eyes drifted across the crowd, locking onto a frail-looking old woman standing not far away.

Vice Admiral Tsuru.

A living legend—once a comrade of icons like Garp and Sengoku. Despite her advanced age, she remained the Navy's Chief Strategic Advisor. Her lineage was just as impressive: a sister expected to be a future admiral, and a granddaughter currently serving in the elite force known as SWORD.

Her influence?

Possibly greater than the three current admirals.

Unlike the men who inspired fear or admiration in a specific type of subordinate, Tsuru was universally respected. To female marines, she was nothing short of an idol.

That's the one, Bravoc thought. She's the key.

He stepped forward—but cautiously. He knew her Devil Fruit: a Paramecia-type known as the Wash-Wash Fruit. Ridiculous name... and yet dangerously effective.

She can literally turn people into laundry, he recalled from the files in his mind. Limp, harmless, and maybe even morally cleaned. Definitely a rule-based fruit. I'm not testing whether it works on me.

He kept his distance.

"Dear lady," he said with a sly grin, "Would you be interested in a trade?"

Kuzan blinked.

"…Dear lady?" Aokiji's brow furrowed. "You do realize she's our Chief Advisor—and a senior citizen, no less? Don't flirt with the elders, man."

"Relax, Kuzan," Tsuru said gently, raising her hand to silence him. Her gaze turned toward Bravoc. "Such a charming young man. What kind of trade are we talking about?"

Bravoc didn't miss a beat.

"I want your most detailed training manuals on Rokushiki and Haki," he said, voice calm. "In return… when you go to war with Whitebeard's crew—I'll intervene. Once. At the right moment."

Silence.

The kind that presses down like the pressure of deep ocean water.

Eyes widened. Brows twitched.

Even Aokiji's nonchalance faltered for a second.

The Navy's greatest strength wasn't just its manpower or weaponry.

It was structure.

Recruits started with basic drills in local branches. Promising candidates were then taught Rokushiki, the Navy's elite martial art. The best entered the Elite Boot Camp, where they trained in Observation and Armament Haki.

No other organization in the world had such a regimented, systemized training pipeline.

Pirates?

Mostly self-taught lunatics. Their strength came from raw instinct, natural gifts, and chaos.

Even Doflamingo—former Celestial Dragon, Warlord of the Sea—had struggled to acquire complete Haki or Rokushiki manuals. The fragments he did steal were supplemented with his own research and tightly hoarded in Dressrosa.

And this brat... just casually asked for all of it? In public?

Doflamingo felt his teeth clench behind his smile.

You bastard. I HAVE those manuals. I could give them to you. Just look at me!

But he held his tongue.

Revealing such secrets in front of Tsuru and Aokiji?

That would bring Navy scrutiny crashing down on Dressrosa.

Not today.

He'd find another way. A quieter moment.

Meanwhile, Tsuru's gaze was unwavering.

"That's quite the bold request," she said softly. "Just one intervention… for our most guarded training secrets?"

She wasn't offended.

Nor dismissive.

She was calculating.

He one-shotted Moria. Even accounting for the warlord's complacency, that wasn't something a mere strong fighter could do.

This man was on admiral level.

And he was standing next to Doflamingo… yet their relationship seemed strained.

Interesting, Tsuru thought.

So you're the long-tailed man from Sabaody. The so-called "Lord Bravoc." The one Doflamingo wined and dined for two days straight. And yet no records of you exist before now…

You're young. No signs of being some old legend reborn.

And if we give you Haki and Rokushiki…

You could dominate the Grand Line for decades.

She narrowed her eyes.

"A worthy trade, old lady," Bravoc said with a smirk. "Think it over."

"Oh? Confident, aren't you?" Tsuru chuckled. "Charming, too. If I were fifty years younger… I might have fallen for you."

Bravoc winked.

"No need to turn back the clock. You're still radiant today."

"Haha! Sweet-talking little devil." She reached into her coat. "Say, I've got a younger sister. Real beauty. Navy's top flower. Once this war business is over, maybe I should introduce you?"

She pulled out a photo.

It was of a tall woman, long-legged and graceful, draped in a crimson jacket with a Navy cape billowing behind her. The kind of woman who turned heads and snapped spines.

Bravoc blinked.

"…That's your sister?"

Tsuru grinned.

"I wasn't joking, boy. So, do we have a deal?"