– Bellamy –
There were usually two sides to every coin. Likewise, most situations in life were not as simple and straightforward as they may initially seem, their multifaceted character only coming to light upon closer inspection. And as the truth would have it the relationship between the Happo Navy and Kano's royal line was much more complex than that of a powerless king struggling to wrest back control over his kingdom from the various gangs.
Mind you, everything that King Miso told us was true in one fashion or another. Much like his predecessors, the aged and weathered monarch had lived the life of a puppet, one that could not even generously be described as a ceremonial figurehead. The gangs
had ignored his authority and taken over de facto control of the entire nation, with terrible consequences for the average citizen. And if Aisa's emphatic ability was to be believed, King Miso's earnest desire to improve the current state of things was genuine as was his concern for the general well-being of his nominal subjects.
But.
But that wasn't the whole truth.
"Can't really blame old Miso for that one. It happened way before his time during the reign of King Tonkatsu." Chinjao sighed, ruefully rubbing his newly recovered drill. "My many times great grandfather made sure the royal family
forgot everything."
"He made sure they…
forgot?"
"They made it rather easy for him to be honest. They only kept a few hidden records here and there and the most important details were passed down via word of mouth from each king to his chosen successor. It was probably meant to safeguard secrecy but such a thin chain is very easy to break."
"…regicide." I breathed out in realization. "Your ancestor committed regicide."
"He also set the royal library on fire and reduced every mural depicting the kingdom's history to rubble."
"Do forgive me for asking this, but why?" I couldn't help but ask. "Why go that far?"
In response Don Chinjao's face hardened with his lips set into a grim line.
"Because King Tonkatsu betrayed us first."
Now under normal circumstances I probably wouldn't have been privy to a secret worth killing a reigning monarch over, but these were unusual times. Trivial things such as a centuries old family secret carried far less weight when compared to the unexpected recovery of the riches, dreams and his very identity itself, which had been denied to Chinjao for decades. Admittedly, that too was a side effect of the influx of positive emotions and momentary gratitude overwhelming the man's common sense and sound judgement, but in either case… the 12
th hereditary leader of the Happo Navy had been all too eager not only to agree to anything I proposed, such as accepting King Miso's pardon, but also to satisfy my curiosity.
"The Happo Navy traces its origins all the way back to Kano's Royal Navy when one existed as such." Chinjao told me over a cup of green tea. "Our founder served as the First Lord of the Admiralty and was considered to be one of the kingdom's two pillars. The former being a position my family had occupied for centuries."
"…" Robin and I elected to say nothing, simply sipping on our tea as we waited for him to explain further.
"Wealth, power, influence… all of those things were already his in abundance. And why wouldn't they be? At the time, the First Lord of the Admiralty answered to no-one except the king and was considered to be the third highest office in the land." Chinjao further explained while gently caressing his cone-shaped head. "I tell you this because I want you to understand what my ancestor sacrificed in exchange for dishonor."
"You're claiming it wasn't a simple power grab." Robin said. It was as much a statement as it was a question.
Tensions arising between a monarch and an influential military commander was a fairly common occurrence, at least historically speaking. If the king had feared a rebellion was imminent, it stood to reason that the king would have moved preemptively to stop it. It wouldn't be odd if the Chinjao family classified that as a betrayal and all subsequent decisions a matter of self-defense.
"If he'd wanted to take over the nation, there were easier ways to go about it." Chinjao continued, shaking his head. "There wouldn't have been a need to plunge Kano into a century of chaos by tearing down all of its supports."
"And the other pillar…just stood by and watched him do it?"
"No. Chancellor Nigiri tried to prevent what he deemed to be the greatest tragedy the nation would ever know. The moment it became clear that the navy was marching on the capital, he gathered what troops he could and tried to mediate between my ancestor and the king."
"I'm taking the chancellor didn't succeed."
Obviously, because if he had managed to achieve his aims the Happo Navy in its current form probably wouldn't have existed. Neither would King Miso be in the position he was now.
"He may very well have if the leader of the Niho Mafia hadn't opened the gates." Now, where had I heard that name before? "The rest is history, you could say. With the king dead and the chancellor going missing in the commotion, the capital and subsequently the entire nation descended into a state of utter anarchy."
"Your ancestor wasn't interested in keeping order?" Robin asked, raising one delicate eyebrow. My expression probably mirrored hers.
This was perhaps the most puzzling part of the whole story, in my opinion. Why overthrow the king and take control over the capital…only to do nothing with that political advantage? One of the first things the leaders of a coup usually did was crack down on all possible dissidents and establishing military law. Otherwise, they risked being seen as weak and opening themselves up to counterattacks from around the country.
"No. We know that after securing
Kano's most important treasure, he left the capital with the entire navy in tow." Chinjao said, shaking his head. "In his memoirs he admits that he lacked the ability to both lead the nation out of the chaos he'd damned it to and fulfil his hereditary duty at the same time. As you can no doubt guess, he chose to focus on the latter."
"By which he left a giant gaping power vacuum." And power hated those.
"Yes. With the navy gone and the army in shambles, criminal elements like the Niho Navy began rushing to fill the void he'd left behind." Chinjao kept rubbing his drill. "We…mostly left them to it and they eventually began restoring a semblance of order. It was only during the time of my great great great great great great grandfather that the Happo Navy returned out of its self-imposed exile and carved out our own piece of territory."
That did explain the kingdom's current state. The royal family had likely been too weak and disorganized in the critical early years to offer much resistance to the takeover. By the time they'd gathered their wits about themselves, it would have been too late. The Happo Navy rejoining the game as a player could have been an opportunity to play the gangs off against each other, but it seemed that Chinjao's ancestor had skillfully navigated that potential pit trap.
"A lucrative decision, I'm sure."
And gained enough riches to fill a glacier in the process.
"Very." Chinjao briefly grinned before returning to his serious mien, his hand never moving from his drill. "However, our foray into piracy was less about gathering fabulous riches but more about throwing off suspicion. Don't get me wrong, I love my treasure and so did my predecessors, but that was…
somewhat secondary."
"You keep referring to some sort of higher cause and that it, whatever it was, forced your ancestor's hand. All without actually saying what that something is." I said, holding up one hand in question. "Whatever could be so important that it was worth essentially destroying his homeland for? What cause did King Tonkatsu betray?"
"A Poneglyph." Beside me, Robin let out a small gasp. "Kano was entrusted with the protection of a Rio Poneglyph and King Tonkatsu wanted to sell it to the World Government."
King Miso's reaction to being told Chinjao's side of the stoy had been a lengthy silence, spent with the monarch's face buried in his hands. His aide on the other hand, who turned out to be Miso's nephew Ramen, had likewise looked very uncomfortable. At least he wasn't overreacting anymore like he had when the Happo Navy turned up at the palace gates in force. The tall, thin man had barred the gates and threatened to blow Chinjao's head off with a handheld cannon if they didn't leave immediately, shouting at the top of his lungs that
the royal family of Kano would not surrender the crown and their duties without a fight. A bit ironic when one considered what Chinjao had come to talk about.
Ramen had calmed down a bit when I assured him that the Happo Navy was not here to harm his uncle but had accepted King Miso's offer of a pardon instead. Oddly enough, the relief had been very short-lived before he'd begun to look rather constipated. That had only worsened as more and more details were revealed about Kano's hidden history, but I chalked it up to a feeling of guilt and responsibility.
"Regardless of why your ancestor did what he did, the fact that he committed an act of treason is undeniable." King Miso finally stated, staring Chinjao down, who looked slightly conflicted before bowing his head in acquiescence. "If this were any other nation, his head would have been displayed on a pike and you would have never received the chance to be born."
"I suppose so…King Miso."
"However, in light of what you've told me, I am willing to…be lenient in his case." Miso's tongue stumbled slightly, the words resisting his brain's commands to be spoken. Yet, he brought them out into the world with a herculean mobilization of willpower. "If his oath of fealty had been…conditional as you claim, upon the loyalty of my predecessors to their common cause…then the blame can be considered to be… shared. His crimes against my family are pardoned."
Nobody missed that Miso had only pardoned the 1
st commander of the Happo Navy. Boo's hands tightened into balled fists. Chinjao on the other hand wasn't ruffled, patiently waiting for King Miso to continue.
"Yet, the crimes of his successors against the people of Kano remain. While it is true that the Chinjao family has not dabbled in detestable practices such as the drug trade or the trafficking of slaves, you are not blameless in prolonging the misery of my citizens."
"The Happo Navy has never harmed innocent civilians, you damn senile shi…"
"Shut up, Boo!" Sai's hand swiftly gagged his brother's mouth. "He didn't accuse us of that. Shut up and listen."
"I have already granted you and yours pardon. This has already happened and it will not change, for a king's word is bond." Miso said, his eyes unflinching. "But know that like the pact of our ancestors, this too is conditional."
"Aye. So I've heard from the top hat wearing fop over yonder." Chinjao pointed at Sabo with a lazy thumb.
"Then, by the authority vested in us by our crown and our blood, we command you thus." King Miso spoke, using the royal
we for the first time and rising to his full height of three entire feet. However, his diminutive physical size could not detract from his bearing, which in that moment could only be described as…royal. "March against those who'd feed themselves on the blood of our people and bring an end to the age of chaos your ancestor began. This is the least you can do to repay Kano and her children for the centuries of suffering they endured."
"It shall be done…" Don Chinjao replied, bowing in a manner befitting the royal court and showcasing that despite the generations spent as a pirate, his family had never quite forgotten. That they had been ready to return and had only needed the right king. Their king. "…your majesty."
Well, they had also needed a bit of physical prompting from yours truly, but all is well that ends well, no?
"Furthermore. The royal line of Kano shall shoulder the burden and the duty of safeguarding the Rio Poneglyph once more." King Miso continued.
Aaaaand the tension was back. Chinjao had not risen from his bow just yet, but I could see his muscles beginning to twitch and his beard starting to move.
"Yet, we acknowledge that our current means are limited and our knowledge incomplete to properly do our duty due justice. As such, we shall designate a guardian who shall act as an extension of our will in seeing to its protection." Ah, I saw where he was going with this. Clever. "Thus, we ask you this. Is the Chinjao family willing to take up the mantle of the First Lord of the Admiralty once more?"
King Miso had no feasible way of forcing Chinjao to part with the Rio Poneglyph. While he could have asked Sabo and I to fight the Happo Navy again, that would have one, run contrary to why we'd wanted to recruit them in the first place and two, forced King Miso to essentially renege on his promise to pardon them. Not to mention that in pardoning Chinjao's ancestor, Miso had denounced King Tonkatsu and declared the mission to be sacred.
Simply leaving the Poneglyph in their hands was tantamount to abandoning his family's mission for a second time and thus striking a blow to his own legitimacy. It didn't matter if most of the public would never find out about this. He knew and the Happo Navy knew. That was enough. But, by officially entrusting the Happo Navy with protecting the Poneglyph, Miso was acknowledging their self-imposition of duty as legitimate while taking on most of the responsibility at the same time. Not the work itself, mind you, but only the responsibility.
There was no way a veteran like Chinjao wasn't going to recognize an olive branch when he saw one. Which was probably why his next words were more sincere than any he'd spoken since entering the palace.
"It would be our honor, your majesty."
"What aid we can provide shall be yours. Mr. Sabo, we trust we can rely on you to aid us in this matter."
"Of course, your majesty." Sabo replied and Miso allowed himself his first genuine smile.
I had been a bit premature earlier, but now I could confidently state, "All is well that ends well."
"Eh, about that." Ramen interjected, wringing his hands nervously. He'd been silently standing in the corner for most of the conversation, so most of us hadn't really paid much attention to him. However, now that I looked at him again I could see that the king's nephew was sweating profusely. I would even go as far as to say he looked a bit ill. "I wouldn't quite say that everything is resolved. Not yet anyway."
"Nephew?"
"Well, when Mr. Sabo and Captain Bellamy first suggested talking to…the Chinjao family, I hadn't expected them to actually succeed." Ramen said before turning in my direction. "I believed that the new lord admiral would be more…resistant to the idea of a pardon and impossible to convince in a peaceful manner. Instead, I was certain that it would come to a fight and no offense, but…there were a thousand of them and only a dozen of you."
Ah, we hadn't actually told them how we'd convinced Chinjao, had we? Considering that I'd had to beat some sense into my opponent before he was willing to listen to me, Ramen's judgement of Don Chinjao's character wasn't that far off. Just, he'd logically put two and two together to get four, without accounting for One Piece ridiculousness deciding the answer would be seven instead.
"Nephew, what did you do?"
"I feared the Happo Navy would harm you, uncle, for calling in outside help. So…I let it slip to the marines that Mr. Sabo was here trying to recruit the Happo Navy and requested they provide you with protection." Ramen answered. "They said, yes."
Author's note:
How many of you expected a Poneglyph?
When planning out this story I wanted to explore the history of the void century a bit, especially as the source material is somewhat sparse on the details. I immediately ran into the problem of where to find the Rio Poneglyphs and how to have Bellamy stumble across them in a semi-believable manner. As you guys already know, the islands swallowed by Bonbori had been one place where I thought a poneglyph may have been hidden. Chinjao's vast treasury was another because we don't know what was all in there.
The story of Kano's royal family and Chinjao's ancestor is the result of this idea and my desire to create a situation where neither side could claim to be completely in the right. I hope you guys found my take as fun as I had writing it.
As always, if you've enjoyed do please leave a like and a comment. It really provides a lot of motivation and do have a noticeable impact on the story. For example, one comment on another site pointed out that I slightly misunderstood how conqueror's cladding worked so that issue will be addressed in a future chapter.