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

The drizzle air was filled with the fresh fragrance of daisies.

The umbrella has fallen,

No one is holding an umbrella.

The rain is still falling.

And Dressrosa's chrysanthemums were sold out overnight.

After everyone put all the daisies in their hands on the base of the statue place, these free men with tragic aura automatically and consciously stepped aside and pushed them around the central square.

Everyone in Zephyr was shaken by the scene in front of them, but they were embarrassed in their hearts.

Roy smiled, eyes already moist.

He raised his head, looking up at the distant sky and the sea, and suddenly felt that it seemed that this era would not be too bad.

At least, when people still have enough yearning and respect for true heroes, this era will be saved.

He slowly clenched his hands.

The fist is clenched very tight, very tight.

In the deepest part of his heart, a thought flashed away, like a seed full of vigor and vitality, gradually getting a positive and encouraging force nourishment in his heart, and began to germinate and take root.

He remembered the scene of Fisher Tiger weeping bitterly,

He remembered his bloodbath in a sea of ​​fire and a rain of bullets, yet he still held up the torch in his hand.

He also remembered the words repeated in the mouth of the hard-tempered murloc man when he was still alive.

"I really want to see the realization of that dream with my own eyes..."

He seemed to say so.

Roy gritted his teeth, the thought in his heart became firmer and more unstoppable.

Mr. Tiger, your sacrifice will not be in vain.

then,

He put his gaze straight, and slowly took a step forward.

Roy, the marshal of NEO's new Marine, was originally the protagonist no matter where he was, and his action suddenly caught the eyes and attention of countless people present.

"Everyone, on behalf of all members of NEO New Marine, I would like to express my deep gratitude to all of you for coming to express condolences and memorial service."

He spoke, his voice low, but penetrating.

"Here, I must confess one thing to you."

His calm and bitter gaze slowly swept across the huge central square, swept over each one, and finally stayed on the face of Princess Otohime, the representative of the murloc tribe.

He smiled softly.

"At The fish men island, I once painted such a picture with Princess Otohime and Mr. Tiger, a dream."

"I hope Princess Otohime will still remember..."

Princess Otohime nodded heavily, her voice choked with a smile:

"Marshal Roy's dream, of course the concubine remembers clearly."

Roy laughed:

"I have a dream."

While he spoke,

Princess Otohime also had red eyes, and followed with excitement.

"I dream that one day, the country I live in can truly stand up, live freely in this sea, truly become a paradise in the sea, and realize a seemingly distant ideal-murlocs and humans , Born equal."

The voices of the two of them are so consistent, a beautiful, magnificent, magnificent vision that moves everyone present in the same voice, whispering.

"I dream that one day, in every corner of the Grand Line, the sons of humans who hated each other and the sons of murlocs can sit together and recount brotherhood together."

"I have a dream that one day, even in the darkest and most oppressive places of the Murloc people, they will become an oasis of freedom and justice."

"I dream that one day our next generation will live in a world where they are judged not by their race, but by their character."

Roy continued to speak loudly, his voice becoming louder and louder, as if a sharp sword came out of its sheath.

And Princess Otohime even said tears in her eyes, as if she was in the real scene of that good wish, and her soft voice gradually permeated an indescribable magic power, making everyone present deeply immersed. Among them, it is difficult to extricate themselves.

The voices of the two of them gradually became stronger, like a chorus of thrilling souls, shouting together:

"I dream that one day, humans and murlocs can be brothers and sisters, and go hand in hand."

"I dream that one day, the valley will rise, the mountains will fall, and the rough and tortuous road will be smooth, and the light will be revealed, and the world will be illuminated."

"This is our hope. I came to the strange place of The fish men island with this belief."

"With this belief, we will be able to cleave a stone of hope from the despair."

"With this belief, we will be able to transform the piercing anger of this country into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood."

"With this belief, we will be able to work together, pray together, fight together, go to jail together, and safeguard freedom together..."

"Because we know that one day, we will be free."

Finished,

The world is quiet.

The wind and rain in the sky,

do not know when,

Suddenly stopped.

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