Every war had a catalyst.

Sometimes it was a bag of treasure. Sometimes it was political gain of some sort. Sometimes it was a dispute between two warring sides that needed to be settled.

Sometimes it was because an example needed to be set.

And sometimes the reason was saving a loved one, whether they be your lover, your best friend, or a part of your family.

The last two reasons were the case in this particular war.

I watched the battlefield from my vantage position as a guest of honor.

I saw people fighting left and right, people risking their very lives.

It wasn't right. It wasn't worth it.

"Let's seize this chance!" I heard Whitebeard roar

I heard the rest of his commanders roar back in clear approval.

I saw blood being spilled.

And with each sight of someone's blood being spilled, or with each sound of fighting, my heart grew heavier and heavier.

Yes, I was a guest of honor, or more like, the guest of honor.

After all, this whole war...

Was being fought because of me.

And it wasn't right.

Blood was getting spilled because of me.

I didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve my family spilling their blood for someone as worthless as me.

Yet their mind was made up.

And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I was the catalyst for this war.