One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

Chapter 576 - 576

Establishing a new government was, to put it mildly, a complicated affair.

Whether it was important positions or the establishment of new institutions, these were matters that required lengthy discussions to truly arrive at the optimal solution.

But in some ways... it was also simple.

Because from its very inception, the Angel Alliance had inherited the basic frameworks of both the Navy and the Revolutionary Army, essentially already possessing the blueprint for a new government.

Starting from scratch... was never the case.

Sitting at this conference table, Dragon and Sakazuki belatedly realized that Michael had long foreseen this day coming.

The structure of the new government had already been integrated into both the N.E.W Navy and the Revolutionary Army years ago, operating for so long that its systems were as mature as they could possibly be.

This completely bypassed the painful transition period between old and new regimes.

By the time of the Angel Alliance, the vast majority of the world's nations were already under its umbrella.

If anything, it felt more familiar.

Thus, the meeting progressed much faster than anticipated.

But precisely because the pace accelerated, the participants began to groan...

Of course, this applied to those who actually had to work.

The old-timers sporting various wounds and bandages simply held their teacups, watching the commotion with amused smiles.

"My, my, everyone is so busy," remarked Kizaru Borsalino, the advisor from Egghead Island, crossing his legs with an air of serene detachment.

This pace suited him just fine—happily slacking off.

"Borsalino... you'd better have a good reason!" Akainu Sakazuki, not far away, glared fiercely at the man who was supposed to be a fellow leader of the Angel Alliance.

"Either work with me or sit quietly and drink your tea!"

"Sakazuki, now what kind of attitude is that! I suffered quite serious injuries in this battle, you know!" Kizaru Borsalino pointed to his head. "Look, look at this thick bandage! Who did I take that hit for, some reckless fool!?"

"...Damn."

Sakazuki was momentarily speechless.

He really... had no comeback.

This openly slacking wounded comrade had just taken a direct hit meant for him on the battlefield.

"You're exploiting a favor!"

"What favor am I exploiting? Did I ask you for Berries or demand a position? A wounded man slacks off a bit and you keep nagging! Sengoku-san, you tell me... is this fair?"

"Hmm, Sakazuki, you are indeed being a bit unreasonable," Sengoku said, cradling his teacup with a smile as he took sides.

"You can't just exploit your comrades like this now that you're a marshal!"

"Tch, the way you talk now sounds just like that guy Michael..."

"Well, like father, like son. It's normal."

"...Do you even hear the nonsense you're spouting?" Sakazuki continued with a bitter smile.

But compared to him, Monkey D. Dragon's status was far higher.

"Here, here, and here... these are all crucial economic cities. They must be protected at all costs."

"Uh, Dragon, surely an old man like me doesn't need to, right?" Garp pushed Luffy, Ace, and Sabo forward.

"Look, our family has plenty of grandsons to put to work."

"Old man... have you considered that they can't escape either?"

Hearing this, the four grandfather and grandsons all showed expressions of utter exasperation.

However...

Luffy's exasperation was somewhat insincere...

Because he knew that once this meeting was over, he would be making his escape.

Compared to sitting in an office, he still preferred the freedom of adventure.

Red-Haired had made a promise with him, that he would wait for his arrival at Syrup Village in the East Blue.

And during this time, he would completely transform the Red-Haired Pirates into a legitimate adventure group.

Although Luffy wasn't very smart, he also knew that Red-Haired had a connection with Michael.

Since he could say such things so firmly, it meant that Michael already had a plan for dealing with so-called "Pirates."

And just then, Dragon suddenly glanced at his own biological son.

His gaze was incredibly complex.

According to his original plan, the Youth Class would take on many important responsibilities.

But Michael firmly told him...

"The war is over. Things like the 'Youth Class,' which somewhat force growth, should be disbanded."

"Let the children do what they want to do... I believe that after they experience the world and fully mature, they will be better able to shoulder the responsibilities of the new government."

So, even though he could already see the excitement of an impending escape in Luffy's eyes, he ultimately didn't expose it.

He knew that although Michael had always been resentful about becoming a father at a young age, he had to admit...

Compared to anyone else, even these old guys, he was a more excellent father.

When it came to raising children... listening to him was definitely right.

Moreover, Luffy was Nika, symbolizing "freedom" and "liberation."

Perhaps...

Letting him be free was the best way.

This meeting lasted for a full month.

But for a political body meant to maintain the order of the entire world, the speed of its establishment was shockingly fast.

And inevitably, it finally entered the last agenda item.

Who would serve as the first supreme leader of the new government, already confirmed to be named the "Angel Republic."

In any other world, this stage would absolutely turn into a brutal fight.

But in this world...

Everyone, in unison, turned their gazes toward the man who was tightly guarded in the middle by "Momousagi" Gion, "Desert" Crocodile, "Singer" Stella, and Nerona Imu...

Just as everyone held their breath and looked at him without a word, his snoring instantly pierced everyone's eardrums.

The women also felt the intense gazes of all the attendees and immediately began poking and prodding, trying to wake Michael...

But it was no use at all.

In the end, it was Im who leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Gion? Crocodile? Stella? What are you doing changing stockings?"

"Stockings? Where are there stockings?" Michael jolted awake, lifting his head in confusion. "Huh? Why is everyone looking at me?"

"Nothing, Sengoku asked you to go up and announce the votes!"

"Ah? Huh? Oh."

Michael nodded, stretched lazily.

Then he walked up to the podium.

He reached his hand into the ballot box...

"One vote for Michael... two votes for Michael... three votes for Michael..."

The more he announced, the more something felt off...

"Hey, are you all out of your minds?"

"Didn't I say it already? Lily and I fought to a mutual standstill—she ended up in a vegetative state, I became half-crippled, and I was so consumed by guilt over raising such a rebellious daughter that I decided to retire to the mountains after the new government was established?"

Michael declared with full vigor and absolutely zero shame.

"Give it up, Angel D. Michael..."

Sora, Deputy Minister of the Science Department of the Angel Republic and Michael's own older sister, stood up and delivered her final ultimatum to her little brother.

"The term for the highest leader is five years, with the possibility of one re-election..."

"In short, you're taking the position."