"Let's offer Kaido as a sacrifice to our banner, and show the world the might of the New Marine."
"Show Justice to the world."
"Annihilate the Beasts Pirates!"
As Mike's final, devastating words fell, the conference room was plunged into a silence so profound you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.
It was a silence that was not empty, but pressurized, like the air inside a cannon before the fuse is lit.
The only sound was the heavy, ragged breathing of men struggling to contain an emotion that was about to explode.
It was excitement.
It was exhilaration.
It was an irrepressible, primal fighting spirit that had been chained for far too long.
"..."
This brief, suffocating calm, the eye of the storm, was shattered.
"YEAHHHH!!!"
A thunderous, magma-fueled roar erupted from Akainu.
He slammed his fist onto the table so hard that the solid, ancient wood didn't just crack—it splintered, a spiderweb of fissures racing from the point of impact.
"Just when I was itching for a real fight," he growled, his eyes blazing with a joyful, terrifying light, "here comes our chance!"
His declaration was the spark.
The room exploded.
After the meticulous planning and the quiet, subversive reorganization, the New Marine was a coiled spring, a razor-sharp sword humming with power, desperate for a chance to be unsheathed.
And now, Kaido, one of the Four Emperors, a being considered by many to be an immortal, indestructible force of nature, had delivered himself to their doorstep.
What a worthy opponent.
What a glorious sacrifice.
To annihilate the Beasts Pirates at the very steps of Marineford would be more than a victory; it would be a baptism by fire.
It would be a deafening proclamation to the entire world, demonstrating the New Marine's unwavering, absolute commitment to Justice!
"ANNIHILATE THE BEASTS PIRATES!"
"SHOW JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!"
The New Marine officers, their faces flushed with fervor, roared in a unified chant.
Their voices shook the very foundations of the conference room, a tidal wave of sound that would have sent shivers down the spine of any who heard it.
Sengoku watched them, his heart was a storm of complex emotions.
The old Marine had been powerful, yes, but it had lacked this… this edge.
This ferocious, untamed courage to challenge the unchallengeable.
The old Marine had been a dog on a leash, heavy with constraints and compromises.
Now, that edge… he could see it in every single officer in this room.
This was how soldiers were meant to be.
Vibrant.
Unstoppable.
Dangerous.
"Soon…" Sengoku murmured to himself, a grim smile touching his lips.
"The world will witness the terror of the New Marine." Kaido was, indeed, the perfect replacement for Whitebeard.
But as the "Resourceful General," his mind always looked beyond the immediate battle, to the war that followed.
He raised his hand, and the room, sensing his gravity, gradually fell silent.
"But Mike…" Sengoku's tone shifted.
He locked eyes with Mike, his brow furrowing as he voiced the final, practical, and most dangerous concern.
"The undersea treasures, the gold-digging operations… they will eventually be exhausted. But the World Government has a weapon that we do not. They have the endless, self-replenishing Heavenly Tribute."
The words landed like a bucket of ice water.
The fiery fervor in the room was instantly doused, replaced by a cold, sobering dread.
All eyes snapped back to Mike.
He was right.
An army, no matter how just or powerful, starves without money.
The treasures of the deep sea were vast, but they were finite.
The Heavenly Tribute, extorted from a hundred nations, was not.
This was Sengoku's final, most practical, and most terrifying question:
"When that time comes… what then?"
"Sengoku-san," Mike smiled, a slow, easy smile, as if he had been waiting for this very question.
"You're still trapped in conventional thinking."
He slowly stood up, not like a man cornered, but like a professor stepping to his lectern.
He placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, his gaze sweeping across every single person in the room, his presence suddenly filling every corner of the silence.
"You ask me where our funding will come from when the gold runs out," he said, his voice calm and clear.
"But you should be asking a different question."
He pushed off the table and began to pace slowly, his voice building with a quiet, magnetic rhythm.
Sengoku instinctively began to answer—"Because of their power… because of the World Government's rule…" but the words died in his throat.
"No," Mike cut him off, his voice hardening. "It's because the people of this world are still kept in the dark! They are taught to be ignorant! They are taught to believe those inbred monsters in Mariejois are gods! They are taught that paying the tribute, starving their own children to feed the desires of their 'creators,' is natural!"
His voice rose, now laced with a cold fury that made the admirals shift in their seats.
"They are taught that they are born inferior!"
"BUT!"Mike's tone shifted, ringing like a hammer on an anvil.
"Once the New Marine begins to act! When our military division strikes like lightning, not to protect scum, but to purge pirates and bring safety to the common man!"
"When our civil affairs division actively builds," he continued, his hands gesturing, painting a picture for them.
"Constructing bridges and roads! Providing disaster relief and poverty alleviation! Ensuring that for the first time in their lives, the people live well!"
"When our education division, led by Zephyr-san, tears down the World Government's lies! When we spread knowledge, enlighten minds, and teach every child the one, simple truth: that NO MAN IS BORN A GOD, AND NO MAN IS BORN A SLAVE!"
"When our finance division, led by oldman Kizaru not to build palaces in the Holy Land, but to invest in the people!"
Mike stopped pacing and spun back to the table, his eyes blazing with a conviction that was almost holy.
"When every sea across these oceans flourishes under the New Marine's governance… what choice will the people make?!"
He slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing his earlier point.
"On one side, you have the World Government—a parasitic entity that knows only how to abuse, how to oppress, how to squeeze them dry! A boot on their neck!"
"On the other, you have the New Marine—a force that represents Justice! A force that protects them, that understands their plight, that works for their welfare! A hand that lifts them up!"
"WHAT CHOICE WILL THEY MAKE?!"
He didn't provide an answer.
He let the question hang in the air, heavy and absolute.
The officers in the room were no longer just listening; they were transfixed.
They could see it.
A new world.
A world without pirates.
A world without Celestial Dragons.
They saw children running to bright, spacious classrooms, looking at the sea with wonder, not fear.
They saw elders resting in comfortable courtyards, knowing their families were safe.
They saw merchants trading in fair markets and fishermen casting nets in secure waters.
No oppression.
No exploitation.
No fear.
No despair.
And all of it, every last bit of it, forged by their own hands.
"Where the people's hearts lie, good governance will flourish!" Mike's voice dropped to a powerful, mesmerizing conclusion.
"As long as we serve the people, truly and sincerely, they will not just support us. They will stand with us. They will fight with us. They will build with us."
He smiled, a final, confident smile that sealed the old world's fate.
"Even if the wealth of the ocean floor is completely exhausted, it will never stop the New Marine's march."
"Because…"
"The support of the people is the only true, inexhaustible, and boundless wealth."
"..."
The silence that followed was not one of shock.
It was one of awe.
It was the sacred, profound quiet of a congregation that has just witnessed a miracle.
Sengoku, the "Resourceful General" who had asked the practical question, was the first to move.
His face, etched with a lifetime of worry and compromise, was now clear.
He slowly, deliberately, rose to his feet.
And he began to clap.
"Clap—"
Then Garp, tears streaming freely down his face, stood and joined him.
"Clap—"
Zephyr, his old eyes burning bright.
Akainu, his entire body trembling with a righteous, volcanic fervor.
Kuzan, a genuine, hopeful smile on his face.
Kizaru, his lazy grin replaced by a look of true, profound respect.
"Clap— Clap— Clap—"
Like a tidal wave, the applause erupted, growing louder and more intense, a thundering, torrential downpour of sound.
The officers leapt to their feet, their chairs scraping and crashing as they raised their fists to the sky, many with tears of hope and rage in their eyes.
Their voices, choked with an emotion too powerful to name, merged into a single, defiant torrent that burst through the conference room, soaring into the sky, a roar of revolution.
"THE NEW MARINE!"
"WILL PREVAIL!!!"
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Ok i edit the speech since chinese speech sucks as hell lol