"You might not remember, but I saw you both as a child in the Kingdom of Goa. I happened to live there for a while back then." Here, Rosen told a small lie—otherwise, many things would be impossible to explain.

Once he decided to trade this information for something, he stopped worrying about how it might alter the future Marineford War. He was simply leveraging the knowledge he had for personal gain. The plot wasn't his concern.

"You really saw me? Wait, you said 'you both'?" Sabo caught the nuance in Rosen's words.

"Of course. I remember you had two close friends—or rather, brothers—worth entrusting your lives to. If you agree to my earlier request, I can tell you about them. It might even help restore your memories."

"Sabo has brothers?! Seriously?" Koala stared at Sabo in shock, as did Hack. This was big news—the Revolutionary Army's second-in-command had siblings?!

"Is it true?" Robin was skeptical. The person in question seemed unaware of this, so how did Rosen know? Did Sabo really suffer from amnesia?

"Brothers?" Sabo frowned. Something flickered in his mind—a strong reaction to that word—but he still couldn't recall anything concrete.

But he wouldn't let himself be led blindly. "Since you know I've lost my memories, how can I verify your claims? You could just make up two names."

"Your expression just now said otherwise. It clearly affected you. Hearing their names and some details might actually trigger your memories. Why not give it a try?" Rosen spoke like a devil tempting Sabo.

Koala and Hack were burning with curiosity. Having spent so much time with Sabo, they genuinely hoped he could recover his lost memories.

Otherwise, as Crocodile had implied, realizing what he'd lost only after it was gone would be too painful.

Sabo hesitated. If it were just about memories, he wouldn't care much. Deep down, he resisted the Kingdom of Goa—his supposed homeland, as Dragon had once told him.

That resistance made him indifferent to the place, assuming nothing good had happened there. So, the memories didn't matter much.

But now, Crocodile claimed he had brothers in those lost memories—and that they might be in grave danger.

If he hadn't known, fine. But now that he did, even if the chance was one in a million, he wanted to try recovering those memories.

The condition was that it couldn't conflict with the Revolutionary Army's interests or ideals. Otherwise, without knowing the depth of that brotherhood, Sabo might refuse outright.

"Even if I wanted to, this isn't a decision I can make alone. The rubbings and other matters require our leader's approval..."

"No problem. You can call and ask." Rosen didn't mind. Sabo nodded, stepped back, and dialed the Den Den Mushi.

"Boss, do you really know the background of the Revolutionary Army's second-in-command? Both he and their leader have kept their pasts very secret. There's almost no intel on them," Robin whispered as she approached.

"To some, it's not so mysterious. You might not know the other relatives of the Revolutionary Army's leader, but you've definitely heard of his father and son." Rosen had no reason to hide this casual conversation.

"Impossible. I don't recall knowing any high-ranking Revolutionary Army members." Robin shook her head.

She assumed Dragon's family would also be part of the Revolutionaries—or at least kept close. Otherwise, if the World Government captured them, it'd be trouble.

"They're not Revolutionaries. Dragon's father is the Marine hero Garp, and his son is Monkey D. Luffy, who we met in Alabasta."

"What?!" Robin was stunned. What kind of tangled web was this? The Revolutionary leader had a Marine hero for a father and a pirate for a son?

She suddenly felt relieved that their boss hadn't killed Luffy back then. The combined wrath of a Marine hero and a Revolutionary leader would've been disastrous.

Of course, Rosen didn't mention the Yonko connection.

"You knew all along? No wonder you were overly cautious with Luffy's crew and even showed them kindness." Robin finally understood.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Rosen simply had no irreparable conflicts or interests with Luffy. Even if he did, acting against him would be troublesome given those connections.

Soon, Sabo returned. "We'll give you the rubbings. But our leader also hopes to occasionally communicate with Nico Robin via Den Den Mushi."

This surprised even Sabo. Clearly, Dragon held Nico Robin in high regard—possibly not just for her ability to read Poneglyphs.

There was a sense of fulfilling a request.

Rumor had it that twenty years ago, a group of history scholars had supported the then-nascent Revolutionary Army, leaving behind some rubbings. Could that be true?

"That's fine."

"Then, can you tell me about those two now?" Sabo asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. Koala and Hack listened intently.

"Let me start with some stories from Goa. Back then, you three were practically little tyrants. Local thugs avoided you. You'd dine-and-dash, steal from bullies..." Rosen kept it vague, sticking to widely witnessed events to avoid future contradictions if Sabo's memories returned.

"Sabo was a little tyrant? With two equally wild brothers? Sounds thrilling."

Sabo facepalmed. "Koala, quiet down for a bit."

"Unbelievable," Hack mused. In their eyes, Sabo was always polite—hard to imagine him as a troublemaker in his youth.

As Sabo listened, fragmented memories flashed through his mind. Two shadowy figures grew clearer.

"Their names are Monkey D. Luffy and Portgas D. Ace," Rosen revealed.

Sabofelt his head buzz. Dormant memories surged, just shy of fully awakening.

But hearing those names, he sensed an inexplicable bond—stronger than blood.

"Portgas D. Ace?! That's Whitebeard's division commander!" Hack exclaimed. Whitebeard's fame ensured his crew's notoriety.

"Probably. But Luffy... never heard of him. Though 'Monkey D.'—isn't that Garp's surname?" Koala pondered.

"Well, since we're here, I'll toss in a freebie. Consider it a friendly gesture. That Luffy is your Revolutionary leader's son—and the grandson of Marine hero Garp."

(End of Chapter)