"What the hell? Angel D?" Michael froze for a mont. "Did my sister co? Or one of my nephews?"
"Do you think if the Queen of Germa and her descendants ca to Loguetown, we wouldn't have any warning asures?" Ginny rolled her eyes. "The person's na is supposedly Yamato, but she claims her surna is 'Angel D'!"
"Pfft!"
The green tea Michael had just sipped sprayed out upon hearing this na.
"Wait, you're sure her na is... Yamato!?"
"That's right... And she ca from Thunder God Island in the New World."
Hearing this, Michael let out a long sigh.
Others might not know the secrets of Thunder God Island... but he did!
That bastard Doflamingo had delivered this information straight to his desk.
Thunder God Island is currently Kaido's stronghold.
Which ans...
This Yamato is undoubtedly Kaido's daughter!
Michael finally felt a twinge of exasperation.
Because he had altered the fate of Wano Country back then, Kozuki Oden wasn't tortured in boiling oil and eventually executed by Kaido.
So Kaido's daughter most likely didn't develop that habit of calling herself "Kozuki Oden."
But what did Ginny just say?
She calls herself "Angel D. Yamato"!?
When did his family get involved with this one?
"Damn... what a coincidence." Michael sighed, then stood up and looked at Ginny.
"Alright, you're coming with ."
"Why should I go with you? Go by yourself!"
"Go by myself my ass!" Michael felt like he was choking on blood. "Have you forgotten that aside from core cadres, most Revolutionary Army mbers have never seen the true face of their Chief of Staff?"
"...Oh right! That's a thing!" Ginny smacked her forehead. "It's mainly because you've been strutting around the Revolutionary Army's main base in East Blue wearing a Marine officer's uniform like so street loafer—I subconsciously overlooked that."
"You're being kinda sarcastic... Who taught you to talk like that?"Michael curled his lips, then waved at Enel and Hawkeye, signaling them to carry on with their own business instead of following him.
It was just a eting with Kaido's daughter…
Even if Kaido himself stood before him right now, Michael was absolutely certain he'd make the bastard regret it.
With that, he unfurled his wings and soared straight into the sky.
"Wait—Michael, you're too fast! You trying to kill or what?!"
Ginny imdiately transford into flas, cursing as she chased after him.
...
The distance from Shimotsuki Village to Loguetown wasn't far.
At the flight speed of Michael and Ginny, they arrived in just over an hour.
Michael gazed at the island, feeling a faint surge of emotion.
Ever since Roger was executed here, he had never returned to Loguetown.
Now, looking at it, it truly lived up to its reputation as the most important town in the East Blue.
The pace of developnt was astonishing, its prosperity even reminiscent of a miniature Sabaody Archipelago.
But then again, it made sense.
If there was one person who had the greatest impact on the world in recent decades, it was undoubtedly Gol D. Roger.
And so, his execution site naturally beca the world's top tourist attraction.
Whether pirates, Revolutionary Army mbers, Marines, or civilians who had never set sail—anyone who ca to Loguetown would inevitably visit the place where the Pirate King t his end.
Whether to pay respects or to spit in disdain.
In any case, the admission fee had to be paid first.
This rule had been established by Marine Headquarters long before the four seas beca the Revolutionary Army's stronghold, with the Loguetown branch responsible for collecting the fees…
And the one who issued this order was none other than Garp.
Of course, it was ultimately Michael who fanned the flas behind Garp's back, ensuring this outco.
The money wasn't even sent to Headquarters—it was all reinvested into Loguetown's developnt.
Over the years, as the Revolutionary Army fully liberated the four seas, the Marine branches there beca re shells of their forr selves, eventually relocating entirely to the Grand Line and abandoning control over the four seas.
Sengoku had complained to Michael about this several tis, but Michael always brushed him off.
Fortunately, Sengoku also understood that the four seas weren't particularly crucial to the Marines, so after a few grumbles, he let the matter drop.
In fact, Sengoku later admitted that abandoning the four seas and focusing all efforts on "Paradise" and the "New World" was actually the wiser move.
Thus, the responsibility of collecting admission fees was handed over to the Revolutionary Army.
"It's been so long since I last ca to Loguetown."
"Huh? Michael, weren't you born in the South Blue and then adopted by Fleet Admiral Sengoku at a young age? You've been to Loguetown in the East Blue before?"
"The last ti I ca… was to see soone off." Michael said, glancing at the 'Morning Star' at his waist, which seed to resonate with the place, vibrating faintly in response.
"I was so young back then… not like now, an old relic."
"...Michael, are you out of your mind? If you're old, then what does that make ?" Ginny shot him a look.
"I'm already thirty-nine!"
"...If you're so aware of your age, why do you keep calling 'big bro'?"
"It's respect! Respect for you, for the strong! You wouldn't get it!"
"...You just don't want to call 'Master' because it makes you feel like you're lowering your status!"
"Tch, with how naggy you are, you really do act like an old man."
After saying this, Ginny accelerated toward Loguetown.
Michael had no choice but to follow closely behind.
When the two descended from the sky, the townspeople only showed a brief look of surprise.
Though it was solely directed at Michael in his Marine uniform.
They seed already accustod to Ginny's presence—everyone knew the Revolutionary Army had a beautiful yet bold female officer who could descend from the skies wreathed in flas.
"Miss Ginny! You're finally here!"
A passing Revolutionary Army mber imdiately approached, though he only glanced at Michael without another word.
"Station Chief Drake told us to bring you to the relief station the mont we saw you."
"Alright, let's go."
Ginny nodded without explaining Michael's origins to the Revolutionary Army mber.
Upon arriving at the seaside relief station, Michael spotted Yamato's ship from afar...
"What the hell is up with this ship...?"
Michael stared at the face painted on the hull—a face that bore an 80% resemblance to his own.
The entire ship's design was thed around his likeness...
"Drake said it was a strange ship...but I never expected it to be this strange."
Ginny suppressed a laugh and patted Michael's shoulder and said.
"Looks like...you've got yourself a superfan!"
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