The Rising Uchiha Pirates

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Garp took a bite of his donut while curiously flipping through the intelligence report in his hands. After skimming it quickly, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Huh? Since when did such a powerful pirate crew pop up in the East Blue?"

"What's more, the captain is just some brat, but his crew… there are quite a few formidable ones among them. Interesting."

"This name… Shimotsuki Koshiro… I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

Garp paused for a moment, deep in thought. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he smacked his forehead.

"Oh! I remember now! That Koshiro guy made a name for himself on the seas more than a decade ago. He was famous across Wano and even the Grand Line."

"But then, he suddenly disappeared. I thought he was dead. Didn't expect him to show up again."

"And now he's a Great Swordsman? Not only that, but he's serving as a crew member under some brat? That's… a little weird."

"Sengoku, do we have any more detailed intel on them?"

Something about this pirate crew felt off to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what.

"We're still gathering information," Sengoku shook his head. "It'll take some time."

"But one thing is clear—this pirate crew is no joke. If we don't eliminate them soon, they could grow into a major threat in the future."

Garp picked his nose casually, showing little concern. "But they've never harmed civilians, right? In fact, haven't they been actively taking down other pirates along their route?"

"I think they're not too bad."

"We can't wipe out all pirates anyway. Keeping some like them around might not be such a bad thing."

He didn't seem to have any hostility toward the Uchiha Pirates.

"You're too naive!"

Sengoku sighed and shook his head. "A pirate is still a pirate. The moment they raised their Jolly Roger, their fate was sealed."

"Just because they don't harm civilians now and only target other pirates doesn't mean they'll always be that way."

"No matter what, we can't just ignore a rising force with this much potential!"

"The problem is, even if we send an ordinary Vice Admiral from headquarters, they might not come back alive. That's why I want you to go in person and deal with them."

"If possible, wipe them out."

"If not, at least recruit them into the Seven Warlords system. What do you think?"

At this point, the Seven Warlords of the Sea system hadn't been officially implemented yet—it was still in the discussion and selection phase.

But the World Government had already made it clear that this system would be put in place.

Their reasoning was to "balance the power of the seas."

Of course, Sengoku and the others weren't happy about it.

They knew that this wasn't just about balancing power—it was also a way for the World Government to keep the Marines in check, preventing them from growing too strong.

The whole "balance" thing? Just an excuse.

If they really wanted to maintain control over the seas, they could just conduct large-scale Marine recruitment, strengthen their forces, and suppress the pirates—especially the three Emperors of the New World.

But instead, the World Government was pushing the Seven Warlords system.

It was clear there was more to it.

Even Zephyr had openly expressed his frustration about it.

But there was nothing they could do to stop it.

The Seven Warlords system would happen, no matter what.

So Sengoku thought, rather than giving those positions to truly vile pirates, why not recruit some that weren't as notorious?

Of course, at the end of the day, a pirate was still a pirate.

Sengoku wasn't naive enough to think they were actually good people.

"The Seven Warlords, huh?"

Garp furrowed his brow. He even stopped eating his donut—clearly annoyed.

"Is there really no way to stop this plan? Zephyr still hasn't cooled down over it, you know."

"There's no way around it," Sengoku sighed helplessly. "You know how it is—the orders from the Five Elders are absolute. They will push this plan forward, and we can't stop them."

"As for Zephyr, I'll try talking to him more. But whether he likes it or not, he'll have to accept it."

Sengoku felt frustrated, too.

If he could, he'd flip the entire World Government and the Five Elders upside down, enforcing his own sense of justice.

But the truth was, the Marines just weren't strong enough.

And even within the Marines, there were spies and loyalists planted by the World Government, tying his hands.

Hell, even if he were the Fleet Admiral already, he doubted he'd have the power to fully enforce his own vision.

The thought made him even more frustrated.

"Alright, got it. I'll head to the East Blue tomorrow and check out this Uchiha Pirates myself."

"Besides, I should visit my grandson while I'm at it. Hope he's doing well."

Garp chuckled to himself, thinking about Ace and Luffy. A smile of warmth and nostalgia crossed his face.

"Good. I'll leave it to you," Sengoku nodded in satisfaction.

But then, as Garp mentioned his grandson, Sengoku's mind drifted to Garp's son—Dragon.

Frowning, he asked, "Have you heard anything from your son, Dragon, lately?"

"Our intelligence suggests he's been gathering people—recruiting forces. From the information we've collected, it looks like he's planning something big."

"And I've got a bad feeling about it."

"Can you find him and ask him what the hell he's up to?"

"The World Government and even the Five Elders are starting to take notice of his actions."

Even though Dragon hadn't formally established the Revolutionary Army yet and was still in the recruitment phase, some information had already leaked.

That was enough to put the Government's spy organizations, like CP, on high alert.

After all, that was their job.

"Hm?"

Garp raised an eyebrow. "That brat? What's he up to this time?"

"I don't have a clue where he is."

"Ever since he left the Marines all those years ago, I've barely kept track of him."

"The last time I saw him was over a year ago."

Hearing Sengoku's words, even Garp felt a little uneasy.

During their last meeting, he could tell Dragon had changed a lot.

His resentment toward the World Government and the Celestial Dragons had deepened, and his ideas had become far more radical.

That wasn't a good sign.

Of course, if Garp really wanted to contact Dragon, he could.

After all, they were father and son—Dragon had left him a way to reach out if necessary.

But that was something Garp would never tell anyone, not even Sengoku.

"I see…"

Sengoku nodded, then added, "If possible, try to get in touch with him soon and find out exactly what he's planning."

"If he's thinking of doing something too extreme, stopping him now would be best."

"Otherwise, if he really does something that directly challenges the World Government… it'll be too late."

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