This kind of thing called intel…
How are you even supposed to tell if it's real or fake?
And you can actually ask someone whether they want real intel or fake intel? Since when is intel something people might want fake?
They had already agreed on three conditions, and he, the Navy Admiral, had also agreed to cooperate with the Konoha Pirates, even to coordinate with them inside the Navy…
So the other side…
still wants to play him?
Sengoku looked at Red Sand Sasori and immediately questioned him: "I've already agreed to cooperate with you and to support you in rebuilding order on this sea, and you still plan to feed me fake intel?"
"Then I'll tell you a piece of genuine intel."
Red Sand Sasori didn't beat around the bush and simply laid out the truth: "Our Captain is a descendant of the Goddess of Rabbit. You should have seen his power too…"
"!!!"
Sengoku's eyes suddenly changed.
Even Vice Admiral Tsuru's expression faintly turned grave.
Even Admiral Kizaru's mouth subconsciously dropped open a bit in shock; he didn't know about this either!
Only Ao Kiji knew a bit…
Because he'd just heard Red Sand Sasori bring it up during their fight.
The impact this Navy Admiral was taking in his heart could well be imagined. He looked at Senju Hashirama standing beside him, recalling how he himself had just been crushed in battle by this descendant of the Goddess of Rabbit. No wonder this Captain of the Konoha Pirates was so terrifyingly strong…
"That legendary God of Creation…"
Vice Admiral Tsuru's heart was trembling; she was badly rattled by this explosive piece of intel and couldn't help but look at Senju Hashirama: "There are actually still descendants of hers left in this world?"
"In fact…"
Red Sand Sasori nodded, even taking the initiative to introduce: "Our Captain should actually be a bit older than the two of you…"
"..."
Senju Hashirama looked at Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru, narrowed his eyes, and showed a warm, kindly smile. He really did look like an elder.
After all…
He really wasn't young anymore…
It's just that he'd been resurrected once, so he looked this young.
Sengoku narrowed his eyes, as if he'd thought of something: "So, you want to help the descendant of the Goddess of Rabbit take back the dominion of the world from the Heavenly Celestial Dragons?"
"Lord Sengoku…"
Red Sand Sasori choked Sengoku with a single line: "Do you really think our Captain looks like someone who cares about power?"
"..."
Sengoku actually couldn't answer.
Whether it was Senju Hashirama's looks or his bearing, he gave off the vibe of someone very easy to trust; you wouldn't feel any danger on seeing him…
Even though Sengoku had been beaten up by Senju Hashirama once, he still didn't think this Captain of the Konoha Pirates in front of him was some bloodthirsty killer, nor did he think the man was the type to slaughter innocents for fun. Senju Hashirama's face was simply too misleading…
A head of long, smooth black hair, with a gentle smile hanging on his face.
And in the course of their fight, when Senju Hashirama realized Sengoku wasn't his match, he hadn't gone for the kill. Instead, it was more like an adult disciplining an obedient child…
Up to now…
Senju Hashirama hadn't said anything arrogant, either.
The people of the Konoha Pirates also seemed to get along quite well with their Captain, since this bunch of pirates didn't show much "respect" toward him at all. That showed their Captain didn't usually put on airs and was someone easy to talk to…
This guy might actually be the real descendant of a god: he didn't take pride in the blood in his veins, unlike those idiots up in Mary Geoise who claim to be gods and always look down on everyone, intimidating any ordinary human who crosses their path…
A man's face reflects his heart.
Sengoku also believed this piece of intel in his heart.
The other side's power was too overwhelming, yet they didn't mind communicating, and didn't even care about the excessive conditions he'd raised. That in itself was unbelievable and extremely rare.
Besides…
This intel was important and not important at the same time.
On one hand, from this divine descendant Senju Hashirama, Sengoku merely inferred that the world‑creating Goddess of Rabbit probably wasn't the vengeful‑against‑humans type of deity;
On the other hand, this intel wasn't all that important: Senju Hashirama was already strong as hell, and the identity of "divine descendant" just added a bizarre and terrifying backstory to his bloodline…
After learning Senju Hashirama's true identity, Sengoku's resentment over being forced into collusion with the Konoha Pirates eased a lot. He took the initiative to ask, "Any other intel?"
"You're asking for too much."
"We're not going to trust someone's word for nothing."
Red Sand Sasori's gaze fell on Sengoku, and he gently reminded him: "Now it's your turn to do something. Notify the Five Elders about the trouble in Alabasta."
"Tell them…"
"The names Imu and Lily have appeared in this Underground Palace…"
"Tell them…"
"The Konoha Pirates and a bunch of pirates have already escaped Alabasta and fled to the sea with the secrets of the Underground Palace. They're not going to kill you now just to silence you, and they probably won't destroy Alabasta over this Golden Underground Palace either…"
Red Sand Sasori looked at Sengoku and spoke softly: "Lord Sengoku, you should know how to lure the Five Elders to Alabasta, right?"
"You plan to ambush the Five Elders?"
Sengoku believed he'd figured out what the Konoha Pirates were after.
The Konoha Pirates were already powerful enough. Add himself, Ao Kiji, and Kizaru to that, and maybe it wouldn't be all that hard to wipe out the Five Elders!