Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

"Actually I hate this song."

Suddenly, a low and unfamiliar voice sounded nearby.

Roy was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head away.

Aokiji's face that seemed to have a lazy expression forever came into view.

"Because every time this song is played, it means that someone is dying."

Roy was silent, slowly lowering his eyelids, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Aokiji didn't pay any attention, and just said to himself, his indifferent eyes seemed to flicker in the depths, but it was difficult to catch.

"The parting wine, obviously I haven't drunk enough."

"But in a blink of an eye, the familiar person has no chance to meet again."

"I used to, like everyone else, hummed this song in this cemetery, but in the end, I hated it more and more."

"Old men often say that there is still a chance to be a comrade-in-arms in the next life, but this sounds really unconvincing."

"Things that are not well protected in this life, why can they be protected in the next life?"

At this point, Aokiji's mouth showed a self-deprecating smile.

Roy listened in silence, lowered his head and suddenly asked such a sentence.

"Kuzan Vice Admiral, so have you lost an important comrade in arms?"

Aokiji was stunned, and fell into a bottomless silence.

He did not affirm or deny.

But this silence explains everything.

Roy sighed in his heart. Perhaps this Aokiji, from the original passionate young man, became the one who never sleeps now, is it also because he has experienced a lot of things?

He used to be a young man who was loyal to justice and was about to follow Garp and Zephyr...

"You will understand later."

"Be stronger, so that you can protect everything you want to protect."

"Otherwise, you will live in regret and guilt all your life."

After a moment of silence, Aokiji dropped such a meaningful sentence and slowly turned and left.

Roy can hear it, he always feels that there is an inexplicable deep meaning behind Aokiji's voice.

But when he came back to his senses, the singing was over.

Roy paused and sighed silently in his heart.

Actually, I understand now.

He secretly said.

He didn't understand before,

As a student living in an ordinary age,

He would never know,

It turned out to be on the border of the motherland,

In the most sinister and miserable desperate situations,

There are such a group of unknown people quietly guarding their peace.

certainly,

That group of people don’t need him to understand,

They just need him to comfortably enjoy the peace and ease he deserves.

but now,

Roy understands everything.

If you are not a soldier, you will never know what it is like to be a soldier.

But when he became a soldier, he became a soldier forever.

That hot heart will always belong to that hot land.

Finally became,

The corpses buried at this foot,

The solitary graves stacked in this small cemetery,

The old photos placed in the barracks...

What is the picture?

to be honest,

Nothing good to picture.

The world has become quiet again.

The funeral is over.

There was no need for the commander's orders, everyone left in an orderly manner, silently, silently, and cautiously.

As if for fear of disturbing the rest of countless heroic souls here.

No bugle,

Without military uniforms,

Without the seagull flag,

There is no square quilt,

But those who survived suddenly became stronger.

Not strong in strength,

It's about mentality and will.

Because they still have memories,

With the fond memories of fighting side by side and living together with comrades-in-arms, marching towards a farther journey.

"Roy?"

Hina and the other military academies surrounded Roy, but Roy waved his hands and said:

"I want to stay quiet."

The others were stunned and didn't say much, but slowly stood far away and waited silently.

Roy quietly looked at the graves in front of him, and stepped subconsciously.

The depressed, gloomy breath made him seem unable to breathe.

He walked in the cemetery with a pale face, as if aimlessly.

In the distance, everyone at Hina looked worriedly at his extremely bleak back, and stopped talking.

Until a certain moment,

Roy stopped suddenly.

In front of him,

It is a brand new tomb.

On the tombstone hung a blood-stained uniform with the Vice Admiral rank logo, and a broken saber hung beside it.

Roy clenched his fists, the corners of his eyes moistened again.

This is the grave of Vice Admiral.

He slowly moved his gaze to the tombstone, where a line of words was written on it.

"── Naval Headquarters Vice Admiral Tortim, died in the Battle of Glory at the Marineford Defense."

"Sea Circle Calendar1472•5•22─ Sea Circle Calendar1502•9•21."

Roy's eyes suddenly trembled.

Turns out his name is Tortim,

Turns out he was only thirty years old...

Roy couldn't help cracking his teeth.

"You are Marine's future, you can't die here."

He said so.

At the age of thirty, it was supposed to be a time of prosperity, but now it has become a broken knife, a blood cloak, and a tombstone.

"It's not glorious."

Roy suddenly roared, his eyes flushed, and his fist slammed heavily on the tombstone, leaving a clear blood mark on it!

Yes,

Died in battle,

What the glory of a soldier! ?

Shit! !

Surviving is the perfect ending, isn't it! ?

at this time,

An immature voice sounded from behind.

"Big brother, are you here to visit Dad?"

Moment──

Roy seemed to be struck by lightning.

He turned around stiffly.

His face was as pale as a dead man.

One tall and one short,

One old and one young,

Two figures,

Holding hands,

Appeared before his eyes in the wind and snow.

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