That's right. These people intended to reorganize Ohara inside and out.
Rivers, mountains, forests, everything would be redivided to create a perfect continent.
Even Ian, the one who proposed the plan, could not help but feel shocked by these people's crazy ambitions.
Of course, with the assistance of the Stone-Stone Fruit and the Isle-Isle Fruit users, these plans were not unrealistic. They were entirely achievable.
Even buildings that had already been constructed did not need to be completely demolished. Through the Isle-Isle Fruit, the buildings could simply be moved to different places across the island.
And so, under the inspiration of countless ideas, this plan capable of shaking the entire world, the New Continent Plan, quietly began before anyone else had even noticed.
…
At the same time, the World Military Draft also began.
This recruitment, which concerned changes to the global balance, attracted the attention of the entire sea. Countless people with a sense of justice and aspirations to change the world rushed to the Marine Headquarters to participate in the recruitment ceremony.
At the same time, numerous ambitious individuals and adventurers were also thinking about what this World Military Draft would bring to the Marine Headquarters, and for them.
After this recruitment, how powerful would the Marines become?
At this moment, while the World Military Draft was proceeding in full swing, somewhere in the West Blue…
A warship carved with a dog's head was slowly sailing in a certain direction.
"I thought you would go to the East Blue. I didn't expect you to come to the West Blue instead."
Lying on a beach recliner, Sengoku ate snacks and looked at Garp lying beside him while speaking irritably. "Aren't you afraid the World Government will discover this?"
In order not to interfere with this World Military Draft, and also to allow Kuzan, the new Fleet Admiral, to quickly gain control of the Marines, Sengoku, the former Fleet Admiral, ultimately chose to become an invisible figure and accompany Garp out for a trip.
He intended to relax properly for once.
Come to think of it, ever since becoming Fleet Admiral, it had been a long time since he could do nothing and simply wander around on a ship like this. In fact, most of the time, he had to remain stationed at Marine Headquarters.
"You know we're still receiving salaries from Marine Headquarters!"
"Hahaha, I just happened to pass through here while chasing pirates."
Hearing Sengoku's words, Garp did not care at all and laughed loudly. "That's perfectly normal for a marine!"
"Normal, my ass! Do you think the World Government would believe that explanation?"
Sengoku complained irritably. Then he looked toward the West Blue in front of him with a complicated expression and sighed. "This sea has already been controlled by the Umbrella Corporation."
Although there were still marine bases and affiliated countries in this sea, compared to the World Government, the Umbrella Corporation was the true king of this sea.
Especially after one of the Five Elders died, the Umbrella Corporation was no longer merely a name in reputation as before; it had truly become the king of the West Blue.
Slave hunters did not dare step into this sea under the dominance of the Umbrella Corporation. Even though the World Government had its Heavenly Tribute stolen and was furious, it still dared not declare war on the Umbrella Corporation.
It was easy to imagine that after that battle, the status of the Umbrella Corporation had risen, while the prestige of the World Government had been weakened.
Of course, it wasn't without benefits.
Compared to the South Blue and North Blue, the West Blue had become much quieter. Even the East Blue, where Garp occasionally returned for a stroll, could not compare with the current calmness of the West Blue.
The West Blue, once filled with mafia forces, now seemed far more peaceful with the Umbrella Corporation ruling over it.
Just as Sengoku was filled with complicated emotions and sighing with emotion, a marine hurried over and spoke in an anxious tone as if questioning his own life.
"Well… Inspector Admiral Sengoku, Vice-Admiral Garp… it seems like… we should have arrived."
Garp: "...?"
What kind of statement was that?
Before Garp, who was feeling confused, could say anything, Sengoku's face was immediately filled with black lines.
"Garp, where did you find this navigator? Wasn't he trained by the Marine Headquarters? He's not even sure whether we have reached the destination. Don't tell me he got lost!"
"That shouldn't be the case!"
Garp scratched his head in confusion. "The navigator on my ship is actually quite good. He's never gotten lost before. How could he not know?"
"Forget it."
Seeing that even Garp looked confused, Sengoku sighed helplessly and stood up. "When we get back, you should find a new navigator, so we don't end up somewhere unknown again. Let me handle it for now. I came to Ohara back then, too. Although many years have passed, I haven't forgotten the direction."
As he spoke, Sengoku stood up, frowning, and was about to check which direction they were currently in.
But suddenly it seemed like he saw something.
His eyes instantly widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stared blankly at what was in front of him.
"Where is this place?"
"Hah, looks like your memory isn't that good either."
Garp laughed and stood up as well. "Let me take a look at it myself… huh? Wait, where is this place?"
Garp and Sengoku: "…"
The two of them immediately fell silent, then simultaneously looked toward the marine standing nearby.
The marine being stared at felt his heart skip a beat, but he still forced himself to speak, saying, "This should… be the base of Umbrella Corporation, Ohara!"
Garp and Sengoku: "...?"
Garp frowned, his expression also becoming serious. "Was the Island of Ohara originally this big?"
"What the hell do you mean by this big!"
Hearing Garp's words, Sengoku immediately said irritably. "Before the Tree of Knowledge was destroyed, I came to Ohara myself. How could I not know how big the Island of Ohara was?"
As he spoke, his gaze once again fell on the Ohara before him, and his expression became serious at this moment, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity. "Right now, either we took the wrong route, or… that king of the West Blue used some unknown method to expand the original Island of Ohara."
Although he said this, he already understood in his heart… that the enormous island before them was the former Island of Ohara.
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