Having glimpsed the true darkness of the world, Dragon felt a profound sense of helplessness—one that came from deep within.
He couldn't reconcile with the oppressive world he lived in, yet he had no idea how to change it. No direction. No plan. Just frustration.
That is, until Kavi lit the first flame.
Kavi didn't just offer advice—he instilled ideals. Painted vivid pictures of a world where freedom wasn't a luxury.
A world without tyranny, without nobles lording over the common people. A world where dignity belonged to all.
That vision burned in Dragon's mind.
He furiously scribbled notes. eyes gleaming with newfound purpose. Watching the young man, so passionate and focused, Kavi felt deeply gratified.
"I wonder… will this make the Revolutionary Army appear sooner?" Kavi murmured to himself. His meddling would certainly stir the tide of history.
Suddenly, Dragon looked up sharply. "Revolutionary Army… Yes! That's what I'll call it!"
Well. So much for subtle influence.
"Senior, I want to form a team to challenge the World Government—I'll call it the Revolutionary Army! Please… join us!" Dragon's gaze was burning with hope, almost too intense.
Kavi coughed. "Ahem. I'm too old for that kind of grind. I can offer guidance, but I won't be joining the frontlines."
He wasn't interested in glory. He didn't want his life dictated by ideals. Let others bear the mantle of heroes.
Dragon looked disappointed, but didn't press. The guidance of a wise elder was already a rare gift.
To Dragon, Kavi was now a founding pillar of the revolutionary cause. Without this encounter, he might've wandered aimlessly for years before finding his path.
With solemn reverence, Dragon opened his notebook and wrote a line on the cover.
Kavi glanced casually—and nearly choked.
"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity."
—Senior Kavi
'Be good,' Kavi thought bitterly. 'I just borrowed that quote from ancient Earth philosophy. Why so serious?'
"Ahem, that's something an elder from my hometown once said. You don't need to write my name under it…"
Dragon stared at him in awe. "What a noble spirit! To speak such profound words and still remain humble… You truly are a man of greatness, Senior Kavi!"
From that day forward, those words became the Revolutionary Army's core creed. Recruits recited them daily. They were etched into their hearts.
Kavi gave up trying to explain. He was too tired. Let history misattribute all it wanted.
He cleared his throat. "By the way, your base—choose a remote location. You're not strong enough yet. If the World Government finds you early, you're done."
"I understand," Dragon replied firmly.
He wasn't naive. He was capable of long-term planning. It was this caution that would one day make him the most dangerous criminal in the eyes of the World Government.
"Good," Kavi nodded. "And don't forget what we agreed on. Two years."
Dragon clenched his fists. "I'll remember. That opportunity—I'll make the most of it."
Kavi could see it in the young man's eyes—fire, ambition, and a hunger to change the world. He would learn soon enough:
the road to revolution was paved with blood and sacrifice.
Still, Kavi believed in him.
"All right," Kavi said with a smirk. "Go on. I can see you're itching to get started."
Dragon smiled sheepishly but stood tall. "Senior… We will win."
With that, he donned his black cloak and turned to leave. His silhouette grew distant, yet dignified, like a pioneer forging through uncharted land.
Kavi watched him go, silently giving his blessing.
Little Robin stood quietly at Kavi's side, having witnessed this historic exchange. She didn't fully understand it yet, but it would remain with her forever.
She was now a witness to the beginning of a revolution.
Kavi didn't linger.
He and little Robin continued their journey, wandering from island to island, from the East Blue to the first half of the Grand Line.
He didn't know if Robin would eventually cross paths with Luffy again, but if she did, at least this time she would be more prepared.
Little Robin was already far more knowledgeable than most adults.
Along the way, Kavi gently guided her development—especially her devil fruit powers.
And most importantly, he forbade her from using her feet to attack people.
Just the thought of those pristine, fair legs stepping on scoundrels made Kavi's skin crawl.
How could that be considered a punishment? That was a reward! Absolutely unacceptable!
Instead, Kavi encouraged her to imagine all kinds of creative applications for her powers.
"There are no useless fruits, only useless users," he told her. "If you think your fruit is weak, you're not thinking hard enough. Get creative. You're just a noob. Work harder!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru was his go-to example—her laundry-based fruit had been developed into something that could "cleanse the sins of criminals." That was brilliance!
(Vice Admiral Tsuru: Your fruit's for laundry!? Your whole family's for laundry!)
Ahem.
Back to the story.
"Little Robin! You're slacking. Haven't eaten today?" Kavi called out, lying flat on a giant outdoor sunbed, basking under the summer sun like a lazy cat.
Several small arms sprouted from the bed and began to rub his shoulders and back.
Robin's forehead was dotted with sweat. "Uncle Kavi! I'm doing my best!"
Poor Robin had been tricked into massaging him as "devil fruit training."
She tried to protest, but Kavi always crushed her with moral superiority:
"This is for your future! Don't you want to improve? If you don't listen to your elder, you'll be ungrateful, disobedient, and lazy!"
Robin couldn't argue with him. She could only suffer in silence, forced into hard labor under the guise of "training."
Kavi stood firm. It was all for her growth. Definitely not for any personal indulgence.
"You'll thank me one day," he muttered, half-dozing.
After all, he wouldn't always be there for her.
Just as a fledgling bird must one day leave the nest and soar across the sky, Robin, too, would eventually fly free.
Kavi would make sure she had the wings to do it—with strength, knowledge, and the will to survive.
Yes. That was all this was for.
…Nothing else.
Totally pure intentions.
No ulterior motives.
None.