One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Roy followed the dragon into the cabin.

Upon closer inspection, Roy noticed a nautical chart of the East China Sea pinned to the wall, with the locations of seven or eight revolutionary army branches marked in red.

But the dragon was completely unprepared for this.

Two jugs of wine and several earthenware cups were on the table; no snacks were even prepared.

Ivankov chased everyone out, and the moment he closed the door, his exaggerated smile vanished. He leaned against the doorframe, crossed his arms, and his expression turned serious.

The crow stood in the corner, still silent, but its gaze had shifted from the pages of the book to between Roy and the dragon.

Dragon sat down at the table and gestured with his chin toward Roy:

"Morgans did a brilliant job with the 'heavenly gold' thing; the world government was outmaneuvered by the media he himself promoted."

The old folks smashed so many cups in Mary Geoise; the Revolutionary Army's informants alone sent back over a dozen messages.

"Just doing it on the spur of the moment," Roy said casually.

"You're not someone who does things by chance." Long looked straight at him. "Everything you do has a purpose."

Roy took a sip of his drink and shook his head helplessly.

"It really was just an accident, a coincidence."

"but......."

Long raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for Roy to continue.

"I've already had Tezoro exchange the Heavenly Gold for food, medicine, and weapons in batches through Beehive Island's trade network."

This batch of supplies was also distributed, through the revolutionary army's secret transport channels across the four seas, to the resistance forces in dozens of member states in the East China Sea, South China Sea, North China Sea, and West China Sea, who were struggling to breathe under the weight of the "heavenly gold."

Upon hearing this, Ivankov finally couldn't help but speak:

"Hip hop! Roy boy!"

"So the revolutionary army's rapid development in recent years is due to your strategic planning."

Ivankov's exaggeratedly large face immediately moved closer to Roy.

"I've been saying that in recent years, every kingdom that the revolutionary army has been paying attention to seems to have a resistance army."

"Roy! You're so cunning!"

Roy swirled his wine glass but didn't reply. Instead, he looked at Xianlong.

"Drag, what is the purpose of your trip this time?"

Upon hearing this, Long put down his wine cup, stood up, walked to the sea chart, and pointed to the East China Sea.

"When I go to the East China Sea this time, the supporters of the revolutionary army have raised a batch of grain, which I need to receive in person, and also to take a look at the development of the revolutionary army branches in various parts of the East China Sea."

"East China Sea?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm." The dragon turned to look at him. "Are you going back to Beehive Island? Or do you want to take this detour with me?"

Roy lowered his eyelids and tapped his fingertips lightly on the rim of his wine glass.

The word "East Sea" was like a pebble thrown into still water—as far as Roy knew, Shimotsuki Koshiro was one of the supporters of the Revolutionary Army.

Shimotsuki Village, Isshin Dojo, Koushirou, Kuina, Zoro...

Roy had too many images flashing through his mind, but in the end, it settled on the girl who wanted to become the world's greatest swordsman.

And then there's that staircase scene in the original novel that has left countless people resentful.

"Go to the East China Sea."

Roy put down his glass, the bottom of which tapped on the table with a crisp sound.

Dragon was taken aback for a moment. He thought Roy would refuse.

After all, given his status as the "Heavenly Emperor," there are a lot of things waiting for him to handle in the New World. Following the Revolutionary Army to the East China Sea sounds like a leisurely and carefree trip, not something Roy would do.

But the dragon saw the glint in Roy's eyes. It was fleeting, so fleeting that only those who had known him for years could catch it.

But the dragon knew what that meant—

Whenever Roy showed that expression, it meant that something that interested him was about to happen.

"Okay." Long didn't ask any further questions.

Roy turned to look at Tezzo.

Tesoro had already straightened up before Roy could speak—

He knows his boss too well; every time he speaks in this tone, it means he's about to give him a lot of responsibility.

"Take Savi, Charon, Kazami, Van Augur, and the scientists on the ship back to Beehive Island first."

"Explain the situation at Amazon Lily to Barrett and Crocodile, and tell them I'm going to take a detour to the East Blue and will be back soon."

Tesoro paused for a second, then nodded: "Understood. So, boss, you're going to the East Blue alone? What if something happens—"

"There's a dragon." Roy said casually.

Tezzolo almost rolled his eyes.

He clearly wanted to go too, but his boss wouldn't agree. However, since his boss had made up his mind, he didn't say anything more, except for one more thing.

"I always carry a Den Den Mushi with me; call me anytime if you need anything."

"Got it." Roy waved his hand.

When the Ark Proverb took off again, Roy stood on the deck of the Revolutionary Army's sailing ship, watching the golden spaceship pierce through the clouds and fly towards the New World.

Savi waved to Roy from the stern, Kazami stood with his sword in hand, and Van Augur had already set up his sniper rifle on the ship's side.

Charon didn't turn around, but simply waved one hand as a farewell.

"Your men." Dragon walked over to Roy and handed him a freshly poured jug of wine.

Roy took the flask, looking at the trailing trace of the Ark's Maxim, his tone surprisingly gentle:

"They're all pretty good guys."

The revolutionary army's sailboats turned around and headed towards Upside-Down Mountain.

The sea surface in the doldrums remained smooth as a mirror, with the occasional back of a sea monster rising and sinking from the surface not far away, the splashes creating white ripples in the sunlight.

"Dragon," Roy suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"On this trip to the East China Sea, I need to go to one place first."

Roy turned around and leaned against the ship's railing. Sunlight streamed in from behind him, casting his expression in a soft, shadowy glow.

"Frostmoon Village. Do you know it?"

Dragon paused for a moment. He turned to look at Roy, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Frostmoon Village? That place, how come you..."

"There is a single-minded dojo."

Roy finished the sentence for him.

"The dojo master's surname is Shimotsuki, and his name is Koushirou."

The dragon's expression became quite interesting at that moment.

It wasn't shock, but rather the complex feeling of suddenly having a seemingly unrelated secret revealed.

He was silent for a few seconds, then leaned against the gunwale, standing shoulder to shoulder with Roy.

How do you know Koushirou?

"I have my own way."

Roy's tone was flat.

"And I also know that a large part of the food you raised this time was arranged with his help, right?"

Frostmoon Village is nominally a small village, but in reality, it is an important stronghold of your East China Sea Revolutionary Army.

"That Koushirou guy has some kind of connection with your Revolutionary Army, doesn't he?"

Dragon observed Roy's expression, which suggested he was reassessing the man's intelligence network, and then nodded calmly.

"He was very important to the revolutionary army and helped a lot."

This person has always kept a low profile and never wanted to publicly associate himself with us, but what he did is something no one else in the East China Sea Revolutionary Army could do.

"rest assured."

Roy picked up the flask and took a sip.

"I'm just going to check out the dojo and meet some kids."

Dragon didn't know why Roy wanted to see the "little kid."

But look at the expression on this emperor of the sea's face—lazy with a hint of amusement, he doesn't seem to be going out to do business, but rather to have some fun.

Dragon didn't ask any more questions. Although the two didn't meet often, they kept in touch through telephone insects on several occasions.

Dragons can also understand Roy's personality.

There's no point in asking a man if he doesn't want to talk about something. But when he does want to talk, he will naturally tell you.

The ship continued heading towards Upside Down Mountain.

The sea breeze blows from the East China Sea, carrying a faint salty smell.

Roy leaned against the ship's railing, gazing towards the East China Sea, the smile on his lips never fading.

Shimotsuki Village. Isshin Dojo. Koushirou. Kuina. Zoro. He's here.