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

If you have a strength, use a strength.

If there is a point of heat, it will be a point of heat.

If you can protect one person, you will protect one person.

This is easy to say, but too difficult to do.

Garp's expression was bleak, looking at the burning town in front of him, it seemed that he was suddenly many years old.

This war was so tragic that there was even a smell of blood in the wind.

Garp only felt that the smell was so unpleasant that it made him, a veteran of many battles, a bit nauseous.

Inexplicably,

He felt that he was actually a little tired.

"Sometimes... You are obviously the stupidest, but I always feel that you are the smartest of our old immortals..."

Garp stared at Roy with a firm expression in his eyes, wondering why a purple-haired figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

He shook his head and murmured softly.

Even after so many years,

Garp still clearly remembers the clumsy purple-haired kid in the barracks, gritted his teeth trying to catch up with him.

In terms of talent, he is far inferior to himself.

In terms of talent, he can't compare to Xiaohe.

In terms of resourcefulness, he is even harder to compare with Sengoku.

but now,

Seeing the young marshal confronting Sengoku in front of him, Garp admired Zephyr in his heart.

"You really picked a very good student..."

Garp shook his head and smiled.

He thought so, but the next scene stunned Garp.

I only heard Sengoku's voice suddenly cold and authentic:

"So you are adhering to such a naive consciousness?"

"Roy, do you think that justice is so stupid? Or, do you think that your idea can really implement justice in this chaotic era?"

As he said, his eyes were staring and mocking, and he looked down at Roy condescendingly. The expression on his face was like a successful person who had been rolling in the society for many years. He heard a kid saying that I want to be a scientist when I grow up. Like the words.

Yes,

In Sengoku's view, Roy's ideas and his view of justice are too naive.

It's like a kid who has never experienced social beatings, always thinking that after graduation and entering society, he will definitely be able to make a big difference.

But actually waiting for him in the front,

It's a cheap takeaway that can't be eaten,

It is a village in the city with flies and cockroaches flying all over the sky,

It’s the bus and subway that can almost squeeze people out during commuting time.

It is a great blessing........

justice,

Where is it so easy to achieve?

Sengoku has been in the army for many years at his own expense,

Looking at the cloak of justice on my shoulders from scratch,

From the school officer all the way up to the position of today’s high-ranking marshal,

I don’t know how many ups and downs I have experienced,

There have also been countless unintentional tasks and political transactions.

Even now known as the supreme ruler of the Marine system,

He still has to be swayed by politics and interests,

Facing the power of the World government,

Facing the situation where there are many factions in the army,

Scorched and aching forehead.

Roy this kid,

Does he know what true justice is?

There is no sacrifice, what is the righteousness?

Compared with the stability of the order and political structure of the entire world, what is a Dressrosa in this district?

"It's impossible for you to think so naively..."

"──So?" Roy's words directly interrupted Sengoku.

Sengoku was stunned.

The young face that had become determined by the baptism of war came into view.

"You can't, doesn't mean I can't."

Roy said lightly, his tone calm as if he was just telling something that had nothing to do with him, and as if he was describing a fact that the world couldn't be more ordinary.

"Besides, Sengoku, what can you get for a momentary compromise?"

"Dream will never end."

silence.

Deathly silence.

Looking at Roy's natural face, Sengoku couldn't find anything to refute for a while.

Roy smiled.

In fact, it is not difficult to say such a great truth.

He really believes in doing this.

He is a traverser,

Unlike many other people,

Perhaps he has a paranoia to pursue "perfection" in his heart.

This kind of paranoia may be related to the "self-discipline" that the system has trained for a long time.

Or maybe it's just a very simple reason.

It's rare for him to come to this world, Roy, so he shouldn't stop.

This is not the earth,

That suffocating, invisible earth.

He didn’t want to live in this world to become mediocre and sophisticated,

If there is no such thing as naive,

Then the main existence in the world,

It has become a soaring house price that adults always talk about, and they can’t afford to give away gifts.

The future is to get up every morning to catch the bus to work, and pay the mortgage at the end of the month.

Live like a dog.

He didn't want this.

At least in this world full of adventures and dreams,

He didn't want this.

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