Three days ago, Shiki the Golden Lion unleashed chaos at Marineford, storming the undersea prison in a desperate bid to rescue Gol D. Roger.
He clashed fiercely with Garp and Sengoku, but despite his strength and fury, he was ultimately captured.
Shiki had never believed that Roger would surrender willingly. In his eyes, the Navy must have used underhanded tactics.
Even though Roger had turned him down, Shiki had always placed great hopes on him.
How could a man like that—unyielding, larger than life—possibly be captured by mere justice?
Fueled by rage and disbelief, Shiki charged headfirst into the Navy Headquarters without a second thought.
Kavi respected that.
"Now that's a real warrior," he thought.
"Uncle Kavi! Look, there's an island ahead!" Little Robin leaned over the side of the boat, pointing excitedly at the dock growing clearer in the distance.
Kavi stood, stretched lazily, removed his sunglasses, and followed the direction of her tiny finger.
"We've finally arrived… Loguetown."
The place where dreams begin—and where they end.
The Navy had chosen Loguetown as the stage for Roger's execution, a symbolic gesture meant to broadcast that sin would be punished where it was born.
It was their way of sending a message: even the Pirate King was not beyond justice.
After docking the merchant ship, Kavi and Little Robin strolled through the streets. With three days left until the execution, the town had become a melting pot.
People from all over the world had begun to flood in—pirates, merchants, nobles, revolutionaries—some in plain sight, others in disguise.
Marines patrolled in heavy formations, their presence thick in the air, but danger still simmered beneath the surface.
Loguetown was tense.
Kavi and Robin walked hand in hand, looking for all the world like father and daughter enjoying a casual vacation.
They stopped to eat, to browse, to laugh. Not a trace of nervousness on their faces.
Time slipped by quietly.
Three days passed. The crowd swelled to bursting. If not for the Navy maintaining order, chaos would've already broken out.
At last, the day arrived.
The Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, was brought to the execution platform.
He was bound in thick chains, but they did nothing to dampen his presence. He stood tall, proud—a beast in shackles.
Marines encircled the scaffold, their fingers twitching on the hilts of their weapons.
Kavi held Robin close, staying hidden in the crowd. Her young face tightened when she saw Roger.
"That's the uncle from before… What's happening to him?" she whispered.
Kavi sighed eyes fixed on the scaffold.
"He's using the last of his strength to change the world."
The noise gradually died down as all eyes turned to the legend.
Gol D. Roger. The Pirate King.
Kavi let his Observation Haki expand outward, scanning the area. Familiar presences pinged back to him one after another—famous figures who hadn't yet claimed their titles.
A cocky blond youth in a pink feathered coat, wearing strange red-lensed shades—so that's what Doflamingo looked like when he was young. Kavi couldn't help but think,
'That's some pretty non-mainstream fashion.'
He kept sweeping. Shanks hidden in shadow. Buggy wiping away tears. A cold-eyed swordsman who would one day become Dracule Mihawk. Gekko Moriah. Crocodile. They were all here.
Future legends, drawn by the death of a king.
And then he found him—his true target.
Monkey D. Dragon.
The man who would lead the Revolutionary Army.
Kavi hadn't just come to witness Roger's final moments. He had come to meet Dragon.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd.
"Roger! Where is your treasure?!"
Silence followed. Even the birds seemed to freeze.
The marine in charge barked, "Execute him! Now!"
But it was already too late.
Roger smiled and spoke in a booming voice, "You want my treasure? Fine. You can have it! I left everything I own… all in that place. Go find it!"
It was a cannon blast to the world.
The crowd exploded.
"I'm going to sea!"
"The treasure—it's real!"
"I want to be a pirate!"
In that instant, the fuse was lit. The Great Pirate Era had begun.
"Clang!"
The executioner's sword came down.
Gol D. Roger was dead.
Doflamingo burst out laughing maniacally.
"Hahahaha! Roger is dead! This world—it belongs to me now!"
Mihawk turned and walked away. The crowd swelled with motion. Nobody knew what the person next to them was thinking. Chaos brewed.
Robin buried her face into Kavi's chest, trembling.
Kavi didn't linger. He activated his Haki again, locked onto Dragon, and began following him through the twisting alleys of the city.
A day later, in a quiet town.
Dragon, cloaked in black, paused in a narrow alley. "You've been following me for a while now. What do you want?"
Of course, Dragon had noticed. Kavi hadn't tried very hard to hide. He wanted to be found.
"Heh. Young man… I'm here to help clear up that confusion in your heart."
Kavi stepped forward, Robin in his arms, wearing an old man's grin that didn't match his sharp presence.
Dragon narrowed his eyes. "Are you mocking me?"
"Don't be so quick to judge. I came a long way to speak with you. Why don't we sit down and talk properly?"
Dragon studied him for a moment, then glanced at the child beside him. "Do you know who I am?"
Kavi chuckled. "Of course I do. In fact, I have some ties with your father—Vice Admiral Garp."
That name made Dragon pause. Very few people knew of their connection. This man wasn't a marine, clearly.
If he knew about Garp, he might actually be a family acquaintance.
"…Fine. Let's talk. I want to hear what you have to say."
He led Kavi and Robin to a secluded house on the edge of town.
From there, it was easy.
Kavi spoke of things far beyond this time—his previous life's knowledge woven into history, politics, ideals, and revolution. He, spoke of freedom.
Of justice. Of power built from the ground up.
Dragon listened like a student starving for truth, notebook in hand, asking questions, scribbling down thoughts, nodding along in awe.
They talked deep into the night.
Eventually, Kavi's stomach rumbled and he laughed, ending the conversation with a stretch. "Alright, I'm hungry. Let's stop here."
But for Dragon, something had awakened. The haze that once clouded his path had been burned away by Kavi's words.
"Senior… Can I really do this?"
"You can. But remember this: if you want to change the world, you must base yourself on the people. Come from the people. Go to the people. Serve the people. They are your strength."
"Find comrades who share your vision. Even if you fail, you'll light the fire that future generations will carry forward. A single spark can start a prairie fire. Believe in that—and believe in yourself."
Kavi took a sip of water and gently patted Dragon's shoulder.
Dragon stared at him, stunned.
'A single spark… can start a prairie fire.'
The words echoed in his soul.
And slowly… his eyes began to shine.