Usopp slowly crawled up from the ground after Ya Erlin and the others had left. His brows were furrowed, and his face was pale from the loss of blood. The wound on his buttocks extended from his thigh all the way to his back. His crimson flesh had been split open like a ferocious centipede.
Usopp endured the pain and couldn't care less. He could feel the killing intent in the words of the Marine with the heart-shaped glasses. Although the other party let him go in the end, the feeling of uneasiness and fear didn't dissipate so quickly. It still lingered in his heart like a poisonous snake.
Especially, the last Marine who spoke, that cold face, that pair of strange and cold eyes, even if the other party didn't show the slightest killing intent, Usopp instinctively felt fear deep in his bones, because the lives of all the people in this house were actually in the hands of this Marine.
He chose to let him go, not because of mercy, but because it was unnecessary. Behind this, there was an indifference to life. Compared to cruelty, it was more reminiscent of the horror at that time.
"They are Marines!"
"Are they really Marines?"
"Why did they come to Butler Crabbard? Who is Butler Crabbard?"
A series of questions crawled into Usopp's mind. The iron gate of the courtyard was open, and the white figure could no longer be seen on the downhill road outside. Usopp ran out and quickly rushed all the way to the edge of the coast. He climbed up a tree with difficulty and looked at the sea from afar.
The warship was slowly moving away from the beach. On both sides of the huge and ferocious muzzle, there were figures in navy uniforms walking around. The seagull flag hanging on the mast was fluttering in the wind. At the bow of the ship, Butler Carabate was standing behind the few marines.
Yarlin seemed to feel something and looked up. Usopp quickly retracted his gaze and hid in a tree branch like a trembling quail.
"The Marines left!"
Usopp seemed to be exhausted. He slowly climbed down from the tree and walked step by step to the big house with the last of his strength. At this moment, the tension gradually faded, and the weakness and pain were magnified by the nerves.
When he walked back into the house, Keya and the servants had just woken up from their sleep. Looking at the messy house that looked like it had been ravaged by a storm, coupled with the fact that he walked in covered in blood, it was natural that there was a commotion.
He didn't know how to explain what happened to Keya because even Usopp himself didn't know the whole story. The next few days were a series of nightmares. Yarlin's indifferent face was like a ghost haunting his heart. It wasn't until two weeks later that this situation began to improve. What he didn't expect was that one day in the near future, the owner of this face would once again meet him on the sea.
…
A merchant ship was docked to replenish fresh water.
In the distant woods, a dwarf with messy hair like a savage suddenly rushed out, causing the crew to be on guard. After a while, the guard relaxed and the dwarf was taken away from the island by the merchant ship.
The final destination of this merchant ship was Roguetown. There was a naval base there. The short dwarf sat cross-legged on the deck at the stern of the ship. He raised his head and stared at the sky as if he was in a daze. The azure blue sky was reflected in his dark eyes. There was no warmth in them at all.
… … …..
Windmill Village was full of garbage.
On the top of a mountain full of garbage, a tear-stained man wearing a straw hat stretched his arms exaggeratedly towards the sky, waving his hands wildly for a distance of more than 10 meters.
On the shore, there was a boat that looked more like a tattered sampan than a boat. Sitting cross-legged on it was a man with a smile on his face. He had a head of fine black hair and wore an orange cowboy hat. There were two badges on the brim of the hat: "Smile" and "Sadness". A red pearl necklace hung around his neck and his cheeks were slightly freckled.
He quietly stared at the two outstretched arms that emerged from the garbage mountain. He seemed to be able to see a boy whose whole face was covered by a straw hat, with only tears hanging from his mouth.
"Let's go, I'll see you on the sea!"
The man turned his back, and the boat slowly sailed away. The dragging waves drew long ripples on the sea, which may also be a trace left by the times.
… … … …
Frost Moon Island.
Roronoa Zoro, who had recovered from his injuries, slowly pinned the Wado Ichimonji on his waist. He opened the door and stood in the corner quietly watching the Marines in the One Heart dojo who were wearing Marine uniforms and training hard. His eyes stared at their uniforms for a long time, then slowly turned away and moved to Koshiro.
"The sword is a part of the body. Holding the sword hilt is like holding your life. You must have the consciousness and belief that you will not use the sword until you die …" Koshiro turned his head and looked behind him, but he didn't see anyone. He narrowed his eyes and continued to say to the Marines who were training: "Continue to stab the wooden pile 2000 times. Use all your strength for each stab. Be fast, be steady, pay attention to the frequency of breathing when you stab the sword."
Walking out of the One Heart dojo, Zoro tied a green headscarf to his hair, held the hilt with one hand, and walked forward step by step. Soon he boarded a merchant ship that was going to sea.
There was no destination, no direction, only the sword on his waist, and the indomitable persistence and belief in his heart.
The world's number one swordsman!
This sea was chaotic, bloody, and even a dirty and filthy tomb; this sea was also free, a stage for hot-blooded, and even surging waves.
There would always be people who disregarded their own safety and plunged into the stormy waves like moths to a flame, using their blood to tell their own stories. And in the intersection of fate, there would always be some waves that would unexpectedly meet at a certain point, colliding into a huge wave that would overturn an era.
In the beginning, they were just the most inconspicuous waves in the sea.
… … … …
Navy Branch 153.
Crowe had mixed feelings as he followed Arlen into the naval base. This was the first time in his life that he'd ever stepped into a naval base so openly. There were soldiers in navy uniforms everywhere, and the atmosphere was so austere that he could feel it just by breathing.
After receiving the Marine uniform and filling in his personal information, Klaur changed out of his black suit and put on a white military uniform on the ship. He stared at Yarlin with a strange look.
"How is it, does it fit?" Yarlin looked at Klaur and had to admit that Klaur's appearance was very deceiving. The Marine uniform on the ship didn't have the slightest sense of disharmony.
"What an unexpected fit!" Klaur gently loosened a button on his jacket and took a pair of gold-framed glasses from Yarlin. He put it on the bridge of his nose and showed a gentle smile.
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