One Piece: I am the Fleet Admiral?

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Akira couldn't help but look up.

"It seems that even if Sengoku doesn't say anything, he's expecting me to come up with a better solution."

Even he feels this way, so there must be many others who are also dissatisfied because their property has been taken.

Akira thought to himself.

But what a shame!

The Marines at this stage aren't ready. Even if all the clones were added, there's no hope for a successful rebellion.

The mysterious and powerful God's Knight, along with "Uranus," which she most likely controls, are like heaven's punishment—the clones' stamina would be completely drained.

After all, the power to destroy a country in a single strike is truly terrifying beyond comprehension.

And even without considering that.

The officers and soldiers who rebel just because their property was seized and their dividends cut—how much resolve would they really have to fight the enemy?

This is the Pirate World, where numbers don't matter much.

If people aren't fighting for their beliefs, their combat power will definitely drop, and they might even flee altogether.

If you're not fully committed to rebellion, it's better not to rebel at all.

That's why he does have a plan, but it's not just about getting back the property and berries.

It's about gradually making all of the Marines deeply dissatisfied with the World Government and the Five Elders, ultimately forcing them to stand on the wrong side of justice and become as despised as pirates.

And this kind of grand plan can't be rushed!

Akira spoke in a cryptic tone: "Even if there's a good plan to recover those assets, what do you think will happen to the Marines in the future?"

"Will the Five Elders' attitude towards the Marines remain as it is now, with minimal interference?"

"The Marines are still too large compared to other forces. Once any sign of resistance appears, rebellion becomes inevitable—it's only a matter of time."

"Mr. Sengoku, are you truly prepared to rebel and win?"

If it were anyone else, Akira might not have said such things. But to The Resourceful General Sengoku, it didn't matter.

Sengoku had to stand on the Marines' side of justice. Even if he didn't take the initiative to challenge the World Government, he would still figure things out eventually.

So Akira didn't mind pushing the conversation a bit further.

And sure enough, Sengoku went silent as soon as those words were spoken.

He had believed that with Akira's cunning, he could devise a plan that would bring a win-win outcome.

But now, it seemed that no matter how flawless the plan, the end result would remain the same.

——— The Marines' assets would still belong to the Marines.

This alone would be enough to make the Five Elders focus their attention on the defiant Marines, targeting and limiting them.

Even though he reached this conclusion, Sengoku couldn't shake the feeling that Akira wouldn't let himself be cornered so easily by the Marines.

There had to be another hidden plan.

Both of their eyes flickered in thought, but neither spoke.

Finally, at a crossroads, they parted ways.

"Fleet Admiral Akira, Armament Haki and Conqueror Haki together can achieve greater power."

"You should also train in Armament Haki."

Before Sengoku disappeared, he left a parting reminder.

"I know."

Akira waved his hand and continued on his way.

Even without the reminder, Akira understood.

It's impossible to become unbeatable by relying on just one thing.

To truly succeed, mastery of physique, Haki, swordsmanship, and martial arts is essential.

Akira pushed open the door to the Fleet Admiral's residence.

After walking a short distance, Akira saw Rouge bathed in the moonlight, carefully embroidering a boy's clothes by hand.

"Fleet Admiral-sama, welcome back!" 

Rouge immediately stood up to greet him.

Akira nodded, walked forward, and sat down on a stone chair nearby. His gaze was inevitably drawn to her pregnant belly, which had grown as large as a watermelon.

Through his Observation Haki, he could sense the strong, rhythmic heartbeat. *Thump, thump.*

"It's so big. Looks like it's almost time."

He reached out, gently stroking her belly. "How much longer?"

Feeling the warmth of his rough yet tender hand, Rouge blushed, and her amber eyes shimmered with a soft glow.

"The doctor said it's due in seven days."

"Seven days~~~ Time really flies."

Akira paused, reflecting on something, his voice filled with emotion.

He remembered when he first met Rouge, back when he was only an Acting Fleet Admiral. 

Now, he had secured the title of Fleet Admiral, and Ace—the future Emperor—was soon to be born. Unlike the original timeline where Ace had to wait nearly a full year to come out, this time, without the intense suppression, Ace's potential would remain intact. He would inherit Roger's monstrous bloodline, and his future strength would surely rise to the level of a true Emperor.

"Hurry up and be born, Ace. Then grow strong so you can help me face the powerful enemies ahead."

Akira lightly patted Rouge's stomach, half-joking but also serious.

"Fleet Admiral-sama, don't worry. I will definitely raise him well and make sure he's obedient."

Rouge quickly responded, vowing her loyalty not just for herself but on behalf of her unborn child. Though she had lived a comfortable life this past year, even being recognized as the lady of the mansion, she never let herself forget the weight of the child's bloodline growing inside her.

"If he becomes a pirate when he grows up, no one will be able to save him then," Akira said with a smile, though he didn't elaborate further. He withdrew his hand, gazing up at the moon in silence.

The courtyard grew quiet for a moment.

"Fleet Admiral-sama, the doctor said the baby is a boy. Would you like to give him a name?" Rouge asked cautiously.

Akira's expression shifted slightly, but after a brief moment of thought, he declined. "Let's still call him Ace."

After a year together, Rouge had shared almost everything with Akira, even her most embarrassing childhood stories. Among those stories, she also explained the two names Roger had considered for their unborn child before turning himself in.

When Akira mentioned keeping the name Ace, Rouge hesitated, a hint of worry on her face. It was clear she had hoped Akira might give the child a new name.

"Don't overthink it," Akira said, patting her head gently. "While the name stays the same, the surname will be mine."

He smiled reassuringly. "From now on, his full name will be Qin Ace. I'll treat him like my own son."(T/N: Akira was written as Qin Hao, don't worry I will use ace as his name in most cases)

Relieved, Rouge's face lit up with a smile. "Thank you, Fleet Admiral-sama."

Akira chuckled softly.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of a Den Den Mushi rang out.

*Pere~Pere~Pere~Pere~*

"At this hour, who could it be?" Akira wondered, though he quickly answered the call.

"I'm Akira. Who's this?"

"Fleet Admiral Akira, it's me! Monkey D. Dragon. I've finished my mission and want to meet with you. Do you have time?"