"The legitimacy of the World Government?"
Dorag was stunned, not expecting Rorschach to suddenly bring that up.
"Yes. The existence of the World Government—perhaps it's unreasonable, but it's certainly rational. Because no matter what kind of food chain it is, there will always be a predator at the very top. Mr. Dorag, I know that the World Government as it stands today is indeed rotten—rotten to the core. But what I want to know is: in your eyes, is its existence truly worthless to this world? This is important, because your perspective on that question will determine the future of the Revolutionary Army."
Rorschach had been talking for over an hour. His mouth was dry, and his stomach was growling.
After tossing this question to Dorag, who sat beside him deep in thought, Rorschach casually began to eat the food laid out on the table.
The food provided by the Revolutionary Army wasn't anything special—just some ordinary bread, jerky, and cheese.
The taste was mediocre at best, either overly salty or overly sweet.
The bread was coarse and rough, feeling almost like he was chewing on bran. It was so dry that crumbs filled his mouth and his saliva was instantly absorbed—hard to swallow at all.
But Rorschach alternated bites of bread with swigs of wine, eating contentedly.
When it came to food, he was never picky.
"The future of the Revolutionary Army?"
Dorag sat silently, sinking into contemplation.
The reason he left the Navy back then was because he had seen too much of the World Government's cruelty—and the Navy's limitations.
Too often, the Navy, which boasted of being the world's greatest force of justice, could not uphold justice at all. Instead, it became the blade in the hands of the World Government, striking down the innocent.
The Ohara Buster Call incident, the destruction of God Valley in the West Blue, the slaughter of pregnant women on Baterilla Island in the South Blue—the Navy had played the role of executioner and accomplice in all of them.
And because of that, Dorag—son of Garp, once valued deeply by Sengoku, Zephyr, and Tsuru, even considered as a potential future Fleet Admiral—chose to defect and form the "Self-Courage Army."
Over time, it expanded and became the Revolutionary Army we know today.
The unbearable Heavenly Tribute, the Celestial Dragons treating lives like toys, the destruction of knowledge to erase history—Each of these evils was enough to fill one with rage.
But… was the World Government truly entirely without value?
Dorag thought long and hard before turning to Rorschach and sharing his view.
"Many years ago, when I was still a Marine, I fought for the justice I believed in. Back then, in my eyes, the World Government and the Navy were the ultimate guardians of justice—until I saw the truth of the world."
"If you say that the existence of the World Government is entirely evil, that's not quite right either."
"First of all, the allied nations system created by the World Government does, to some extent, stabilize the world's chaos. Those powerful nations, fearful of the World Government's might, obey the alliance system and refrain from waging wars or annihilating neighboring countries at will. Though they do not protect non-member nations, they at least safeguard those who pay the Heavenly Tribute."
"Secondly, the World Government's three major institutions—Judicial Island, Impel Down, and Marine Headquarters—do effectively suppress the constant crimes occurring around the world. Because of these institutions, powerful individuals—pirates and criminals alike—feel fear and dare not act too recklessly."
"Without the World Government, without the Marines, no one could stop powerful individuals and organizations. Men like Rocks and Golden Lion, with their boundless ambition, would rampage across the seas unchecked. Even I must admit—sometimes, people like Rocks or Golden Lion pose an even greater threat to the world than the pampered Celestial Dragons."
"Power can make one lose their humanity. In the eyes of ordinary people, men like Whitebeard, Golden Lion, and Kaido are already akin to gods. Without the Marines to restrain them, if they were free to roam the world, everything would fall into chaos."
As Rorschach listened, he silently reflected.
Even a single powerful nation with a bit of military might could oppress the weak at will.
Let alone the World Government—this colossal behemoth that ruled the entire world.
In his previous life, even in a world that prided itself on order and civilization, such oppression of the weak by the strong had never disappeared. How could it in this chaotic, lawless world?
After Dorag finished, he looked back at Rorschach and asked the question that had begun to form in his mind.
"Why did you say this would affect the future of our Revolutionary Army?"
Rorschach stuffed another bite of bread into his mouth, chewing as he turned his head toward Dorag.
"Mr. Dorag, allow me to ask something bluntly. If one day you lead the Revolutionary Army to overthrow the rule of the World Government—will you and your army take their vacant seats in Mary Geoise? Or will you simply walk away, disband the Revolutionary Army, and retire peacefully in Windmill Village of the East Blue?"
Dorag frowned. "Our purpose is to overthrow the World Government's oppressive rule. How could we become them afterward?"
Rorschach chuckled, leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and said, "So you'd choose the latter, huh?"
"Something like that," Dorag replied vaguely.
Rorschach nodded. "Then here's the problem—if you choose the latter, with the World Government gone, should its judicial and enforcement institutions—Judicial Island, Impel Down, Marine Headquarters—also cease to exist?"
Dorag froze.
Rorschach continued, "If Judicial Island, Impel Down, and Marine Headquarters all disappear, who will maintain order on the seas infested with pirates? Surely you don't think all pirates are kindhearted gentlemen, do you? Yes, many were forced into piracy—but power corrupts. Once they become Shichibukai, once they become Yonko, do they still care about the common people? No—they've become rulers themselves."
Dorag was silent for a moment before speaking. "If that day truly comes, I would lead the Revolutionary Army to take on that responsibility…"
Before he could finish, Rorschach's quiet laugh interrupted him.
Dorag looked at him in confusion, and Rorschach said with a faint smile, "You see? In that case, wouldn't your Revolutionary Army simply become the new World Government? You'd establish a new Judicial Island to judge crimes, a new prison to hold offenders, a new army to police the seas and strike down pirates. And in time, your descendants—corrupted by power, lust, and greed—would become the new Celestial Dragons."
As Dorag fell silent, Rorschach's smile faded—replaced by a chilling, cold expression.
"And you, who unified all forces to overthrow the World Government's rule, would stand even higher than they ever did—because you'd be the saviors, the Sun Gods. You would become stronger and more unshakable than the World Government itself. So much so that someday, those who wish to resist your rule—just as you do now—will find it even more hopeless."
Rorschach's words struck Dorag like thunder, shaking him to his core.
Yes…
He had never truly considered that.
This chaotic world needed some form of order.
But any institution powerful enough to enforce order across the world would inevitably wield supreme power—And that power would inevitably corrupt.
So how could one ever escape that cycle?
Dorag frowned deeply, thinking for a long time—but no answer came.
At last, he looked again at the young man before him.
Seeing Dorag's gaze, Rorschach shrugged and spread his hands. "Don't look at me, Mr. Dorag. I don't have an answer either."
"What? You don't have a way?" Dorag was dumbfounded.
He had assumed that Rorschach, after raising the question, must already have had a solution in mind.
But Rorschach so easily admitted he didn't.
"Any organization born from a desire to 'save the world,' like yours, will be filled with conviction and ideals in the beginning. But over time, it will inevitably be corroded by greed and desire, decay, and eventually be replaced by another new force. That is the law of history—the rule of nature. It cannot be avoided."
Rorschach leaned back, yawning, and propped his legs up on the table.
After all this time talking, he'd become completely casual around Dorag.
"Of course, it's still too early to talk about all this. The Revolutionary Army replacing the World Government as the new ruling power—that's still a long way off. Don't take it personally, Mr. Dorag, but with the size of your army right now, forget overthrowing the World Government—you couldn't even get past the Marines. It's a daydream."
"You really don't hold back, do you, Rorschach?" Dorag smiled bitterly.
But he knew Rorschach was right.
At their current scale, the Revolutionary Army was no match for the Marines.
Their forces were scattered across the four seas, hidden and always on the move.
If they ever gathered in one place, a single large-scale battle—like the G-1 War—would crush them completely.
The Navy's current strength was at its peak.
The old generation still stood firm, the three admirals of the mid-generation were in their prime, and the new generation had Rorschach blazing like a comet.
After the upcoming World Summit, and following the Navy's great victory at the G-1 War, it was almost certain the Marines would enter a new era of explosive growth.
Led by Rorschach, the new generation of Marine officers would officially step onto the world stage.
The more Dorag thought about it, the more he sighed.
His gaze toward Rorschach grew increasingly intense.
A thought even began to surface in his mind—should he try to keep Rorschach here by force?
This young man wasn't just monstrously talented and growing at an incredible pace—his insights into the world were extraordinary. His words had given Dorag more to think about than he'd expected.
But then Dorag realized—throughout Rorschach's entire analysis, he had spoken of the World Government, the allied and non-allied nations, the Revolutionary Army, and even the Marines—But not the pirates.
That puzzled him.
After all, this was the Great Pirate Era.
This was an age ruled by pirates.
Though Rorschach's presence had added a bright stroke of color to the Marines, in the decade since Roger's death, how many powerful pirates had risen?
The Shichibukai invited by the World Government were all products of this era.
And just last year, the New World saw another emperor rise—the youngest of the Yonko, Red-Haired Shanks.
Alongside Whitebeard, Kaido, and Big Mom, these were the sea's dominant overlords.
Curious, Dorag asked directly—Unknowingly, the leader of the Revolutionary Army had become the listener, as Rorschach guided the flow of the conversation.
"Rorschach, what do you think of pirates?"
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