Inside Dragon's office, only three people were present.
Dragon.
Sabo.
Logan.
Sabo stared at the scene before him, utterly confused.
Was this… some kind of performance?
From his perspective, Logan had casually shifted half a step to the left—
and immediately after, Dragon stepped forward and threw a punch, striking the exact spot where Logan had just been standing.
A flash of realization struck Sabo.
He remembered a certain ability Dragon had once spoken of.
His eyes widened in shock.
"Is this…?!"
"That's right."
Dragon answered calmly, taking over Sabo's words. The admiration in his eyes toward Logan could no longer be concealed.
"This is Observation Haki."
"And Logan's Observation Haki is exceptionally strong. Not just anyone can predict my attack."
Then Dragon added, almost incredulously:
"More importantly—I can clearly tell that Logan awakened it just now."
To awaken Observation Haki and immediately reach this level?
These young people… were becoming harder and harder to understand.
Dragon stared at Logan's faintly golden eyes, deep in thought.
As for Logan himself, his earlier movement had been pure instinct.
There had been no conscious calculation—just a vague feeling that he should move, so he did.
Only afterward did he realize he had unconsciously avoided Dragon's punch.
Of course, he also knew Dragon had held back significantly.
"Just… a lucky awakening," Logan said with a grin.
Sabo pouted beside him, muttering:
"So you're saying it awakened because you entered this room? That makes no sense. If that were true, I'd have awakened it a hundred times already."
Logan, who was still standing near the door, suddenly sharpened his gaze.
He lifted his right foot to knee height.
The instant his foot rose, Sabo lashed out with a kick—
—but his shin struck squarely against Logan's foot.
With a smooth motion, Logan sent Sabo flying backward with a counter-kick.
"This is ridiculous!" Sabo cried, half-collapsed.
"How am I supposed to compete with this?!"
Logan waved it off casually.
"Relax. You'll awaken it too, eventually."
"For a true powerhouse," Dragon said evenly,
"there are no coincidences in this world."
It was his final verdict.
Dragon removed his gray cloak and sat down, revealing the red square tattoo on the left side of his face. With no brows or beard, his features appeared severe, almost ferocious.
He studied Logan quietly.
In Dragon's eyes, Sabo was already among the finest of the younger generation.
Yet Logan was even stronger—and his growth rate was unprecedented.
At this pace, in just a few years…
Four Emperors level, perhaps.
What kind of hellish training had this child endured during those ten years at Marine Headquarters?
Even if the old man himself had trained him, this result felt excessive.
Meanwhile, Logan calmly pretended to "inspect" the office, as if he were truly just sightseeing.
The room was small—barely fifteen square meters.
Bookshelves lined all four walls, crammed with volumes in chaotic stacks.
At the center stood a simple square wooden desk.
On it sat only a single rectangular photo frame.
The moment Logan saw it, he burst into laughter.
"Geh—geh—geh—geh—geh—!"
Inside the frame was Luffy's wanted poster, his face stretched into that unmistakable grin.
In the lower corner, Usopp's back was also visible.
Sabo covered his face in embarrassment, pretending he hadn't seen it.
"You're a spatial-type Devil Fruit user, aren't you?" Dragon asked calmly.
"Regardless, transporting supplies to the Eastern Front—
you have my sincere thanks."
He paused, then continued:
"But tell me—can your spatial ability be separated?
So we could use it even when you're not present?"
"No," Logan replied firmly. "I can't do that."
Dragon showed no disappointment. He had expected the answer.
"Then I'll ask again."
"At Loguetown, I invited you to become a Revolutionary Army Commander. You refused."
"Now, as Supreme Commander, I extend a new offer."
Dragon met Logan's gaze directly.
"I want you to become the Chief Instructor of the Revolutionary Army."
"Don't refuse yet. Hear me out."
"You will not be restricted in your freedom."
"And if the war you spoke of truly comes to pass—
though I may not appear personally—
I will commit six thousand Revolutionary soldiers,
plus any two commanding officers of your choosing, to fight under you."
The room fell silent.
Sabo's face darkened at the mention of that war, his fists clenched tightly.
"Deal."
Logan inhaled deeply and made his decision.
At his current strength, directly confronting an Admiral was still risky—
let alone rescuing Ace during the Paramount War.
The Phantasmal Beast Spirit Tree seed also had yet to find a suitable place to grow.
Six thousand Revolutionary soldiers would be a force no one could ignore.
"But what exactly do you want me to teach them?" Logan asked.
Dragon replied calmly:
"At Loguetown, I saw you using a… peculiar breathing method."
"I understand."
Logan nodded immediately.
"I'll teach it to everyone. Whether they can master it—that's up to them."
Dragon's insight truly lived up to his reputation.
Total Concentration Breathing—a technique that drastically enhances physical capability.
Even if only ten people out of ten thousand succeeded,
the Revolutionary Army would gain ten elite powerhouses.
Over time, the impact would be immeasurable.
But Logan knew the price.
Dragon was wagering the lives of six thousand soldiers for that future.
One general's success… built upon countless bones.
Yet Logan didn't refuse—for one simple reason.
This world needed more strong people.
And if those strong people carried justice in their hearts…
That alone was worth the risk.
"I have one condition," Logan said solemnly.
"I'll stay for seven days only."
"I'll teach them sincerely. Whether they learn or not is their own fate."
"And my true identity must not be revealed."
Dragon closed his eyes, fingers tapping the desk rhythmically.
One tap.
Two.
Three.
…
Seven.
He opened his eyes.
"Approved."
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