Reunion at Sabaody

As Franz arrived at the bustling Sabaody Archipelago, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and anticipation. This was the place where his next objective lay—a meeting with his former teacher, Silvers Rayleigh, the legendary Dark King and right-hand man of the Pirate King himself, Gol D. Roger. Franz believed that convincing Rayleigh to join his alliance would be a crucial step in their grand plan to reshape the world.

The sun hung high in the sky as Franz made his way through the lively streets of Sabaody. The air was thick with the energy of countless pirates and adventurers, their dreams and ambitions mingling in the bustling atmosphere. It was a place where new alliances were forged, and the fate of the world hung in the balance.

Franz's footsteps quickened as he neared the promised meeting spot—an old, weathered tavern that held countless memories of their past. Pushing open the creaking door, he was greeted by the familiar scent of aged wood and the sound of laughter and merriment.

And there, in the dimly lit corner of the tavern, sat his former teacher, Rayleigh. Time had not eroded his presence; if anything, it had only deepened the lines on his face, a testament to the wisdom and experiences he had accumulated over the years.

Their eyes met, and a knowing smile formed on Rayleigh's lips. "Franz, it's been a while," he said, his voice carrying the weight of years spent sailing the seas.

Franz approached the table, his eyes filled with a mixture of respect and gratitude. "Sensei, it's an honor to see you again," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity.

As they settled into their seats, Franz wasted no time in sharing his discoveries with Rayleigh—the truth about the world, the significance of the will of D, and the sacrifice made by Gol D. Roger to stabilize the primary laws and usher in the era of pirates. He spoke with passion and conviction, his words resonating with the seasoned pirate.

Rayleigh's eyes sparkled with a mixture of intrigue and contemplation. He leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "Franz, what you speak of... It is a truth that has long been hidden from the world. But to see someone like you, with the will and determination to challenge the existing order, it fills me with hope."

A moment of silence passed between them before Rayleigh spoke again, his voice filled with resolve. "Franz, I believe in your vision. I will stand by your side and lend my strength to your alliance."

Franz's heart swelled with a mix of pride and gratitude. He had succeeded in convincing his esteemed teacher to join his cause. With Rayleigh's expertise and experience, their alliance grew stronger, poised to reshape the world and challenge the oppressive forces that governed it.

But Franz had one more surprise up his sleeve—a gift that would not only strengthen their alliance but also turn back the hands of time. He produced a small vial from his pocket, containing a potent potion that had the power to rejuvenate its consumer by twenty years.

"Sensei," Franz said, his voice filled with anticipation, "I offer you and our alliance members the chance to regain your youth, to fight with the vigor and vitality of your prime."

Rayleigh's eyes widened in astonishment. He grasped the vial, his hands trembling slightly. "To think such a thing existed... Franz, you truly possess the power to change the world."

And so, one by one, Franz administered the potion to his alliance members, including Rayleigh himself. The effects were immediate, as the years fell away, leaving them invigorated and ready to face the challenges ahead.

Rayleigh, now restored to his former self, stood before his comrades as the captain of the second division—the Swordsman Guild. He pledged his unwavering loyalty to Franz and the alliance, ready to fight side by side with his newfound allies.

As Franz and Rayleigh shared a knowing glance, their convictions aligned, and the stage was set for their alliance to embark on their grand journey. Together, they would challenge the world, face its adversities, and usher in a new era—one where the dreams and will of the D would no longer be silenced.