Sailing: A Retired Veteran Awakens with Genryusai Template

Thirty-eight years after the end of the Rocks era, shocking news surfaced—someone had dared to attack and even kill a Celestial Dragon.

This explosive revelation instantly overshadowed global attention on the Whitebeard Pirates in less than half a day.

At the center of this storm stood an aged man, dressed in a spotless white shirt and carrying a tachi sword with a hilt of intricate design. His robust frame seemed untouched by the years, and his very presence drew the eyes of countless people, sparking curiosity about his identity.

After all, daring to act against a Celestial Dragon was an unimaginable feat for most. To go a step further and kill one? That was an act of defiance, tantamount to declaring war on the World Government itself.

In nearly four decades since the Rocks era, no one had been brazen enough to challenge the might of the World Government. It was an entity so vast and powerful that even a mere ripple of dissent could send shockwaves across the globe.

This act of rebellion, occurring during a time when the Marine Government was preparing for a confrontation with the Whitebeard Pirates, would undoubtedly trigger a cataclysmic response.

At Naval Headquarters

"Dead... they're dead?"

"How is this possible?!"

"Could there be another force rising, like the Rocks Pirates?"

The conference room buzzed with disbelief as the assembled officers digested the news. The tension was palpable, and the shock was evident on every face. Even Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel, seated quietly at the back, couldn't suppress the tremor in his hands.

A Celestial Dragon was dead. Not injured, not captured—dead.

This wasn't just an attack; it was a direct affront to the World Government's authority.

For those gathered, this evoked chilling memories of the Rocks Pirates, a name almost erased from history but forever etched in the minds of those who knew the truth. The Rocks Pirates, infamous for their ruthlessness, had been a force so terrifying that even the strongest in today's world—Whitebeard, Kaido, and Big Mom—had once been part of their ranks.

But even that terrifying crew had been annihilated at the "God Valley Incident" thirty-eight years ago when they dared to target the Celestial Dragons.

Now, history seemed poised to repeat itself.

"Did they really... die? This is a serious situation," Kizaru remarked, his usual nonchalance giving way to astonishment.

"It's the Rocks Pirates all over again," murmured Vice Admiral Tsuru, her face grave.

"Marshal Sengoku, what's the situation in North Blue?" one officer asked, his voice tinged with urgency. "Is it true that someone aims to recreate the Rocks Pirates?"

Sengoku shook his head. "The Rocks Pirates are a relic of the past. There will be no second coming. But this time..."

He paused, retrieving a dossier from the World Government's emergency file and pulling out a photograph.

"This time, the one who dared to kill a Celestial Dragon is not a group. It's just one man."

The room fell into stunned silence.

"One man?!"

"That's impossible!"

"Marshal Sengoku, with all due respect, how could a single individual overpower the heavily armed escorts and local Marine defenses in North Blue?"

Sengoku nodded solemnly. "It's difficult to believe, but according to confirmed intelligence, this man acted alone. What's more, he has no prior pirate bounty or criminal record."

The revelation left the officers speechless.

"Who is he? Why would someone without a bounty commit such an outrageous act? And with such strength, how has he remained unknown until now?"

As speculation swirled, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel, seated silently, stared at the photograph. His pupils dilated as recognition dawned.

"This can't be..." he muttered, his mind racing.

He knew the man in the photo. It was someone he had crossed paths with during an investigation in North Blue—a veteran Marine officer nearing retirement.

"How could this be possible...?"

Flying Squirrel's heart pounded as the pieces clicked into place. Just days ago, he had dismissed the man as unremarkable, a fading figure in the vast machinery of the Marines. Yet now, this same man had committed an act that would shake the foundations of the world.

Suppressing his turmoil, Flying Squirrel resolved to stay silent about the man's identity, fearing the ramifications.

Meanwhile, in North Blue

The world's attention was fixed on this retired veteran, a man who had served the Marines for forty years without drawing notice. Now, as he stepped into infamy, one thing was certain: the man who dared to kill a Celestial Dragon had become the spark to ignite a firestorm that would engulf the World Government and shake the very balance of power.