Chapter 18: Chapter 18: The Defection of the Dragon
The break came suddenly, as many of the most seismic shifts do. Rumors had long circulated within the Marine ranks—whispers of discontent and ideological rebellion that smoldered beneath the surface. But on a stormy evening, those whispers became a roar. Reports arrived of a clandestine gathering led by Monkey D. Dragon—a meeting that bore the unmistakable signature of dissent. The elder brother, now Vice Admiral, received the intelligence with a heavy heart. His mind raced, torn between duty and familial love, as he prepared to confront the harsh reality: Dragon had chosen a different path.
Under the pall of a darkened sky, the elder was dispatched with a small, elite unit to investigate. The mission was delicate; it demanded a balance of firmness and understanding. Arriving at the secret meeting point—a remote coastal outpost shrouded in mist—they found Dragon surrounded by fervent supporters, each echoing his call for radical change. The atmosphere was charged with both passion and defiance. Dragon's face, illuminated by the flicker of makeshift torches, was a mask of resolute determination, yet his eyes betrayed a deep sorrow and inner conflict.
Confrontation was inevitable. In a tense exchange, the two brothers stood mere paces apart. "I never imagined it would come to this," the elder said, his voice steady yet filled with anguish. Dragon's response was a mixture of regret and unyielding conviction. "Our visions have diverged, brother. I cannot stand by a system that crushes the spirit of our people." Their words, laden with history and heartache, resonated over the howling wind. In that moment, the elder realized that the battle before him was not fought with swords or cannons, but with ideas and emotions that ran deep in the family bloodline.
Though no physical blow was exchanged, the ideological rift was cleaved open, leaving both men with scars that ran far deeper than any wound inflicted on the battlefield. Dragon's defection signified not only a personal rebellion but a fracture that threatened to unsettle the balance within the Marines and the world beyond. As the meeting dispersed into the night, the elder stood alone, grappling with the dual burden of maintaining order and healing a bond that had frayed under the weight of destiny.