The fact that his cheap old uncle had chosen the Beast Pirates as the target truly exceeded Bazel's expectations.
In his view, whether it was the Roger Pirates or the Whitebeard Pirates, they were both the optimal choices.
The former need not be mentioned. He's the future Pirate King, the man who would start the Great Pirate Era.
The latter is Edward Newgate, known as the strongest man in the world.
Failing that, the Flying Pirates led by Shiki the Golden Lion could also be considered a good option.
But the current Beast Pirates…
It wasn't that Bazel looked down on them, but they were still in their initial stage of cautious development.
Whether it was the captain's imposing reputation or the crew's configuration, everything was still in its earliest budding stage.
Far from the numerous and powerful force they would be over a decade later.
With no outsiders present now, Bazel immediately voiced his confusion.
"Uncle, even if Kaido possesses partial Ancient Giant Bloodline, his danger level absolutely isn't as high as Gol D. Roger's."
"That man's pirate crew has been fighting against Uncle Garp for so many years without being defeated, and the God Valley incident…"
"Outsiders might not know the details, but I am very clear about it."
Sengoku nodded slightly, he knew what Bazel was referring to.
"Correct. Seven years ago during the God Valley incident, it was indeed Garp and Roger joining forces who defeated Rocks."
"But precisely because of that, I cannot let you go to your death."
His pupils reflected the face of the white-haired young man showing a puzzled expression. Sengoku sighed and said, "That man is too dangerous. Garp and I have had close encounters with Roger."
"Whether it's Haki or strength, he surpassed other pirates. Although I hate to admit it…"
"Although I am a Marine, I have to acknowledge Roger's power."
'Roger's power...'
Various thoughts flashed through Bazel's mind.
'Was it the ability to hear the Voice of All Things?'
"You are still young. If you were the same age as Dragon, I would definitely send you to infiltrate the Roger Pirates!"
Leaning forward slightly, Sengoku stared intently at Bazel.
"For some reason, a sense of unease always lingers in my heart, yet I can never find its source."
"The future will definitely become even more chaotic, Bazel!"
"If the chaotic future this old man predicts comes to pass, you will be our Marines' righteous checkmate move!"
"You will be the righteous sharp sword our Marines thrust into the New World!"
Hearing this, Bazel knew Sengoku's decision was final.
And this wasn't the first time Sengoku had sent a family member undercover into the pirates.
Like the adopted son of his uncle, Donquixote Rosinante.
As a Transmigrator, Bazel naturally knew the future of Sengoku's adopted son.
And his own Transmigration was like a butterfly flapping its wings far away, the future destiny had already changed.
Who knows, maybe in some place he couldn't see, a storm had already been stirred up.
"This is really troublesome."
Bazel sighed repeatedly. With his left hand, he took out the family crest pendant he wore around his neck and pressed the mechanism on the top of the metal disc at its end.
Click…
A gold door, the size of a bottle cap, opened, revealing a photo of a mother and child inside.
Looking closely, one could make out a line of text in the corner of the photo.
[Love always, Mom]
That was his mother in this life. As for his father, he had asked, but his mother had never given a straight answer.
A warm current flowed through Bazel's heart.
Although his family was in the South Blue, they never missed sending their regards, often sending specialties and money from the South Blue via the World Economy News Paper's seagulls.
"Does my mother know about this?"
Sengoku looked at the family crest and understood.
"No. If you accept this mission, I will tell her you were promoted and sent on a secret mission. I will also personally ensure the safety of your home at South Blue."
Snap!
The pure gold family crest snapped shut again.
Bazel had already made his decision in his heart.
Putting aside everything that happened in his previous life, his mother in this life had truly been very good to him.
Sengoku had also never treated him unfairly in these twelve years.
Although his original plan was to rely on connections to coast along, get promoted, and ideally be transferred back to his hometown in the South Blue, the situation had changed.
With his current strength, perhaps going to see this great ocean wasn't a bad thing either.
"I'll take the mission. What's the code name?"
Sengoku and Borsalino exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.
They knew what this departure represented.
If Bazel could return after accomplishing great deeds, then everything would be for the best.
If Bazel died…
Borsalino pulled on Sengoku's arm, stopping him from answering immediately.
He signaled for him to reconsider carefully.
"Admiral Sengoku, Bazel is a child from your hometown relatives, right? If he dies, how will you explain it to the folks back home?"
Sengoku's face showed conflict, but this trace of hesitation was quickly suppressed by force.
"Bazel will not die. I believe in him."
Sengoku's voice grew deeper.
"Depart today, Bazel. I will arrange everything else. "
"Borsalino, you are one of only two people besides Zephyr, Garp, Tsuru, and Fleet Admiral Kong who know about this. Absolutely no one else must learn of it."
"I will personally inform Dragon. This concerns Bazel's life and safety."
Borsalino took several deep breaths, revealing an uncommonly serious expression, "I understand. I will act as if I never heard any of this."
Sengoku placed his hands on Bazel's shoulders, "The code name for this mission is... Twilight!"
"I hope you can become a trusted confidant of the new generation of pirates, act when justice requires it, and bring twilight to this terrible era!"
Bazel's muscles twitched and trembled all over. His originally few-inch-long white hair rapidly grew longer under the technique known as Life Return.
After twelve years of training under Garp and Zephyr, mastery of the Six Powers was inevitable, and the Life Return technique was something Bazel had comprehended several years ago.
Ever since Sengoku learned years ago that he had mastered Life Return, he had him conceal his true appearance… for this very day.
His originally 1.7-meter height began pushing towards the two-meter range.
His lean body seemed to flip a switch, rapidly becoming muscular and robust.
Bazel's true appearance began to reveal itself.
Several seconds passed.
A young man stood before the two, now over 1.9 meters tall, with thick limbs, a masculine face, white hair, and black pupils.
"I haven't seen your true appearance in a few years. You've really changed a lot." Sengoku remarked with emotion.
Bazel took the black robe offered by Sengoku and put it on. He stood by the window, looking out at the Marine Headquarters for a long time, the nostalgia in his eyes slowly fading.
"Admiral Sengoku, I will not let the organization down."
Sengoku nodded with relief, "Borsalino, escort Bazel away from headquarters."
…
Sabaody Archipelago, Grove 50, Dock Alleyway.
Borsalino, like an older brother, helped Bazel straighten his clothes.
"Be careful in everything. Failing the mission doesn't matter. As long as you're alive, the future holds infinite possibilities."
"Just look forward to the day I become the Pirate King."
After joking with Borsalino as a farewell, Bazel turned and walked towards the port not far away.
A ship, pre-arranged long ago, was waiting there.
Only after the man's figure had completely disappeared did Borsalino dissolve into points of light and vanish.
"Bazel, you have to live. We promised to share a drink together..."
…
Six months later, April 1492 of the Sea Circle Calendar…
New World, Unnamed Island.
Washed up on the sandy beach, Bazel staggered to his feet. He looked at the jungle ahead, then turned to glance at the wreckage of the ship behind him.
"Why did I have to encounter a shipwreck of all things..."
Just as Bazel was pondering whether it was his own bad luck or the butterfly effect, a young woman's startled cry suddenly came from the jungle nearby.
'A hero saving a beauty?'
'Was this ancient trope playing out again?'
Soru!
Whoosh…!
"Wait, wait!"
"I am the righteous future Pirate King, let me first... Hm? This style of clothing... Are you from Wano Country?"
Toki, seeing someone block the path in front of her, initially thought it was a righteous person coming to her rescue and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your assistance. My name is Toki, and I am a member of the Amatsuki Family from Wano Country."
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