Inside the dormitory room, the lighting was quiet and soft.
Dragon paid no attention to Borsalino's dazed expression. His eyes were brimming with excitement, and his tone was earnest and fervent.
"Borsalino, you are a true genius!"
"Last time you told me that resistance breaks out most easily where oppression is worst. I traveled across multiple kingdoms and finally settled on the Lulusia Kingdom."
"And just as you said, progress in the Lulusia Kingdom has been extremely smooth!"
Borsalino's brows knitted slightly, her mind unable to wrap around it just yet. She remembered discussing a few revolutionary theories with Dragon, but she had not expected him to put them into practice to such an extreme.
Before she could speak, Dragon opened the floodgates, counting them off one by one with heartfelt admiration.
"The first theory you mentioned: that the suffering of the lower class is the root cause of unrest, and that the common people are far more worth uniting than the nobles."
"Before, I kept thinking about how to change the upper echelon. Your words opened my eyes. This time in Lulusia, I rallied the working class masses and gathered a large group of comrades in just a few short months."
Borsalino's heart skipped a beat. She had indeed mentioned that aspect, but Dragon had taken it to directly derive an ideological line of uniting the working class masses.
Dragon continued, "Also, you said that an uprising should not be reckless, and that a single spark can start a prairie fire."
"I took that to heart. I secretly established strongholds, quietly took control of the Lulusia Royal Family, and hollowed out the power of the nobles. Now, the entire kingdom has become our stronghold. Neither the Marines nor the World Government on the outside suspects a thing, and not a single whisper of news can get out."
The corner of Borsalino's mouth twitched slightly. Dragon truly was a born leader and revolutionary. In such a short time, he had actually quietly won over an entire country.
"Furthermore, you said that ideology lasts far longer than force, and that the power to change people's hearts and minds is the true power."
"I have been secretly spreading the concepts of equality and freedom to surrounding kingdoms, no longer relying solely on armed force to overthrow rulers, but guiding the awakening of the people's minds instead. More and more oppressed people are actively coming to us, and the Revolutionary Army is growing rapidly."
After listening to these three points, Borsalino went completely silent.
She finally realized what was happening. She had just been spouting grandiose ideas at the time, sharing revolutionary concepts from her past life with Dragon. Who would have thought Dragon would actually expand on them and systematically execute them, forging them into a complete set of core principles for building, establishing, and expanding the Revolutionary Army?
Dragon did not notice her subtle state of mind at all, enthusiastically sharing recent developments and talking well into the night. By now, he had gathered a group of steadfast companions and established a solid stronghold and initial military force in the Lulusia Kingdom. The wicked royal family that oppressed the populace had long been completely controlled, reduced to mere puppets. Because the entire operation was conducted in total secrecy, the outside world knew nothing about it. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
At the same time, revolutionary ideas continued to radiate outward, subtly influencing the lower class citizens of neighboring countries; the single spark had already been quietly ignited.
After midnight, Dragon left satisfied, his figure quietly disappearing into the night of Marineford.
Silence returned to the room.
Lying in bed, Borsalino stared up at the ceiling, unable to calm her mind for a long time.
Outrageous. Too outrageous.
Looking at it this way, what did that make her?
The Godfather of the Revolutionary Army?
No, wait. She was female.
The Godmother of the Revolutionary Army?
Borsalino covered her face. She was a prime, rising elite of Headquarters. How on earth had she somehow become the secret founder behind the Revolutionary Army? Had she really become an undercover agent inside the Marines?
That night, she suffered from insomnia for the first time.
Over the next six months or so, Dragon's late night visits gradually grew less frequent, likely because he was devoting himself entirely to the development and construction of the Revolutionary Army. Yet every time he came, he was full of energy, and the progress of the Revolutionary Army advanced steadily upward.
Taking advantage of these late night chats, Borsalino, having accepted her fate, began consciously offering guidance. Once she decided to do something, she had to do it right.
She once again emphasized to Dragon that while military power could break a deadlock, only ideology could found a nation, and commanding people's hearts was the ultimate weapon.
At the same time, she precisely threw out two key points.
First, she reminded Dragon to keep an eye out for a Paramecia-type fruit known as the Inspire-Inspire Fruit. This Devil Fruit could unite people, boost morale, and if brought under his command, it would become the core trump card of the Revolutionary Army, with irreplaceable value.
Second, she needed Dragon to secretly keep an eye out for a swordsman named Issho. Based on the timeline, she deduced that Issho most likely had not blinded himself yet and was still traveling across the Four Seas. He possessed top-tier combat power at the Admiral level and had an upright character; in the future, Issho would even be an Admiral capable of kneeling to the common people. If he could be recruited early on, the Revolutionary Army would directly gain a top-tier pillar of strength.
Dragon listened and committed every word to memory.
Meanwhile, Borsalino's forced career as a Marine double agent was also making steady progress. During these six months or so, she joined Zephyr on several sea expeditions to purge pirates, slaying and arresting multiple ferocious pirates with bounties exceeding one hundred million.
Her military achievements were recognized by the higher-ups at Headquarters. Her reputation as a Marine rising star spread wider and wider, resounding across the seas, and her rank rose steadily, promoted from Major to Headquarters Captain. She was only one step away from entering the flag officer ranks and obtaining her own warship and crew.
By this time, over a year had passed since she joined the Marines. Familiar with the plot, she knew in her heart that Zephyr's Elite Officer Training Camp was about to begin. This would shape the foundation of the Marines for decades to come: a top-tier special training program aimed at exceptional young officers below flag rank and the most talented youths from the Four Seas. Follow the newest chapters on novelping dot com.
All the rising geniuses of Headquarters gathered here, making it the cradle for generations of Marine elites.
A smile appeared on Borsalino's stunningly beautiful face. With her current strength, she would definitely stand out in the training camp.
In the blink of an eye, the day training commenced had arrived.
Early morning in Marineford brought clear sunlight and a cool sea breeze. In the dedicated elite training camp, the grounds were spacious and orderly, filled with a solemn atmosphere.
Zephyr stood tall and imposing on the high platform in his instructor uniform, his eyes steady and restrained as he surveyed the field below.
Below the training grounds, dozens of young Marines dressed in uniform training attire stood straight and lined up neatly, all of them rising officers meticulously selected by Headquarters.
Borsalino raised her eyes and recognized countless familiar faces at a single glance.
Momonga, Strawberry, Onigumo, Yamakaji, Doberman...
A host of future Headquarters Vice Admirals were still green and youthful at this moment, youthful, sharp energy gleaming in their eyes as they stood straight in line, awaiting the start of training.
And at the very front of the line, a tall figure with a sharp aura and a cold, hard expression made her brows raise slightly.
Sakazuki.
At this moment, Akainu was still young, yet he already radiated an unyielding, domineering aura of absolute justice.
Her eyes swept across the field. Only Borsalino's own position felt a bit off.
Dressed in a neat and imposing Marine officer's service uniform without having changed into training gear, she stood firmly just below Zephyr's side.
From this position, she had a bird's-eye view, looking down on all the future powerhouses below.
Looking at the scene before her, Borsalino's inner thoughts went wild.
Wait, what? We agreed I would be joining the training camp! How did I end up becoming an instructor?!