I Choose In The One Piece Class, Do I Have A Choice?

Naval Headquarters, Office of the Marshal.

The scene resembled a chaotic children's playground.

"Marshal! Finn has crossed the line!" one voice exclaimed.

"How could he do something so outrageous?!" another chimed in.

A group of young cadets were fervently accusing Finn of his supposed misdeeds.

"That damned brat! Is he trying to defy all decency?" Sengoku fumed, pacing back and forth. With so many accusations, he had no reason to doubt them. It seemed clear that Finn had really done something terrible.

"Garp! Look at what your grandson has done! I could forgive his usual nonsense, but not this! Get Finn here immediately. If he's guilty, we'll deal with him accordingly!" Sengoku's fury boiled over, not caring if it hurt Garp's pride.

"Sengoku, you're talking nonsense!" Garp retorted sharply. "My grandson may be a scoundrel, but he wouldn't do something like that!"

Garp refused to believe it. He knew Finn too well. Despite his mischievousness, Finn had a good heart. He wouldn't commit the offense they were accusing him of.

Vice Admiral Tsuru intervened with a calm, thoughtful tone. "Sengoku, maybe there's more to this story. Let's hear Finn's side before jumping to conclusions."

At that moment, the office door swung open.

"Hey, Grandpa Sengoku! Want some char siu buns?" Finn strolled in, completely unfazed by the tension in the room.

He was there to discuss the Marine female soldiers for his special unit, but quickly noticed the hostile glares from the cadets.

"Finn, you're just in time," Tsuru said, pulling him aside. "Tell me the truth. Did you do what these cadets are accusing you of?"

"Do what?" Finn asked, blinking in innocent confusion.

"Don't play dumb!" Sengoku snapped. "They heard Instructor Ain scream while she was with you. Now they're all here to report your behavior. Stop pretending!"

Finn sighed. He could already tell what Sengoku was thinking. The old man probably saw this as an opportunity to pressure him into handing over the super battleship he had been reluctant to part with.

"Grandpa Sengoku," Finn said, pointing to the cadets, "you're going to believe them? Really?"

"Of course!" Sengoku bellowed, pounding the table. "They're not children!"

Garp stepped in again, pulling Finn to his side. "Finn, did you do anything wrong? Don't worry, your grandpa's got your back."

"Of course not, Grandpa! You know me better than anyone. I didn't do anything bad. In fact, I did something good—Instructor Ain was happy!"

"Happy?" one of the cadets cried out. "We heard her scream!"

"Yeah, you're full of it!" another added.

"Marshal, just call Instructor Ain in to confirm the truth. A confrontation will clear this all up!" the group insisted.

Sengoku looked convinced. So many voices, all echoing the same accusation—it seemed certain Finn had done something wrong.

"Finn, if you don't come clean now, I'll call in Instructor Ain. But know this: making her relive such a terrible moment would be cruel. Spare her that trauma and just admit it."

Finn's expression darkened. "Grandpa Sengoku, why are you so quick to believe them over me? Fine, bring in Instructor Ain. But if she says I'm innocent, what will you do then?"

Sengoku crossed his arms. "If you're innocent, I'll apologize."

"An apology?" Finn sneered. "Do you think an apology will undo the damage you've caused by accusing me of something so serious?"

Sengoku faltered, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"If you're wrong about this, Grandpa Sengoku, then you need to do more than apologize. You have to promise, right here in front of Grandpa Garp and Grandma Tsuru, that you'll never covet my warship again. Even if I offer it to you, you can't take it!"

Sengoku hesitated. The stakes were high. He glanced at the cadets, unsure whether to take such a bold risk.

Crane Vice Admiral stepped forward, ever the mediator. "Sengoku, if you're so certain Finn is guilty, why hesitate? You keep saying he did something wrong, but you're unwilling to make any promises. That doesn't look good."

Garp was far less diplomatic. "Sengoku! Are you going to keep bullying my grandson? My Finn came here offering you char siu buns, and now you're treating him like this? Are you going to apologize to a dog next?"

Sengoku's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He couldn't let this drag on any longer.

"Fine, Finn," Sengoku said through gritted teeth. "If you're innocent, I'll keep my hands off your warship. But if you're guilty, you'll hand it over."

Finn smiled. "Deal."

But then, as if realizing something, Finn hesitated. He shifted uncomfortably, his confidence suddenly wavering.

"I mean… uh…"

Sengoku's eyes narrowed. Finn's sudden uncertainty was exactly what he'd expected. The boy was bluffing.

"Finn, there's no need to act like this," Sengoku said, pretending to soften. "We'll settle this without such drastic measures. If you're innocent, no harm done."

Finn suppressed a grin, knowing that Sengoku had fallen for his ruse. The boy's real goal was something else entirely: those 2,000 female Marines to build his independent battalion.

With Sengoku's false sense of victory, the path was clear. Victory was Finn's, and soon, so too would be his battalion.