[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The lonely moon is reflected on the sea, but the deck is full of noisy people. The sound of wine glasses is as crisp as the moonlight shattering in the water.

This group of sailors, who had been tensed up by their missions during the day, were now leaning on each other and drunk. Their uniforms were worn crookedly on their bodies during the fight, and their pure white navy half-sleeves were splashed with wine and food soup. juice.

They were noisy, laughing and shouting, spreading romance and happiness on the deck.

"It's really an incredible wine. It's worthy of the name of the 'Dionysian' troupe."

"I didn't expect that we could also drink together. Miss Weienna is too kind."

"I thought it was only for His Majesty the Lieutenant General. Ordinary navy like us are finally seen? I'm woo woo woo."

The red-faced navy man covered his eyes with his arms and cried. The short-haired navy man next to him held his neck and laughed at him mercilessly.

"Hahahahaha, you are too mean to act like this, right? Thain, you should laugh and laugh in this situation"! "

The man with a scar on his face slapped his back hard with his hand on the other side, and pointed his other hand back at the black-haired navy man who was holding a wine bottle in a daze.

"Don't cry so much. That guy Luke is not as excited as you. This is Miss Wienna's wine, do you understand?"

When his name was called, the navy officer raised his head and replied in a low voice, loud enough to reach the hearts of these drunkards:

"But Miss Vienna is going to perform for the Celestial Dragons."

The noise stopped abruptly, and the reality that could not be concealed by alcohol emerged from the bottom of the bottle.

Even Vienna like that couldn't escape the fate of becoming the plaything of the Draco.

"Miss Vienna, woo Sera really, really doesn't want you to perform for those guys."

The black-haired girl who had just tried to stop Dini's drink buried her head in Dini's chest. Being much taller than an ordinary person, she sat on the ground awkwardly, hugged Dini's waist tightly, and cried loudly while using her He rubbed his head against her chest.

Even though her priceless dress was soaked with tears, the red-haired woman didn't feel sorry for her and allowed her to hug her, rubbing her head and comforting her softly.

"It won't look pretty if you keep crying, Sierra."

[Dionysus] As an upper-level existence, although there is no "godhead" in the formal sense, like traditional gods, they can gain power from faith and love. The larger the team of believers and the stronger their emotions, the more complete the energy they can draw.

As a speaker, he lobbied everywhere. When heroes were fighting in the north and south, and the pope was spreading the gospel for God, he was also recruiting his own followers. They have played various roles in the course of time, and all of them have been engraved in the history books. Even Dini, who just chose to establish a theater troupe and is the most "mediocre" among the tribe, currently has considerable influence.

No one can refuse the feeling of being "loved", it is like a ray of sunshine in the long dark night that is enough to heat up your soul. Dini enjoys this feeling, which makes her always more tolerant to her devout believers, which comes from instinct and her selfishness.

The red hair was casually put on one shoulder by her. She continued to stroke Sera's short hair, raised her head and looked around. Except for Kuzan, who was holding a bottle of wine over his head and drinking heavily, everyone else in the troupe also looked out of place. He looked at her as if he was about to cry but couldn't stop crying.

Dini was a little overwhelmed by this intense feeling of worry, but her body became lighter because of the power contained in it. A smile as warm as Chunxi appeared on her face, and her clear and magnetic voice was as attractive as a twinkling morning star in the dark night.

"I will bring you back safely, this is my promise."

As soon as these words came out, the members who were still controlling their emotions began to secretly lower their heads and wipe away tears. The most emotional one was undoubtedly Sera, who was still holding Dini and crying.

She sobbed and thanked Dini for her kindness. Without her, she would still be living in a corner of the North Sea because of her height. It was Miss Wienna who helped her and she was where she is today. However, under the dual influence of alcohol and crying, Sera's speech was unclear, and others could only vaguely discern the meaning she wanted to express from some words, but this was enough for her to start a wave of gratitude to Dini.

Everyone started to tell each other the story of being selected by Dini. The tall security captain hugged the stage director next to him and started talking nonsense. The two women, the makeup artist and the costume designer, hugged each other and cried. After all, some daring actresses simply walked behind Dini's seat and hugged her neck, wailing.

In the chaos, Lieutenant General Kuzan, who was still drinking, was actually the most sober one. He watched all of this quietly through his round sunglasses without making any movement.

Having to take care of Sera on her waist and comfort the actress Mina on her back, Dini sighed helplessly, with a warm smile in her eyes.

Nothing can give her more strength than living human beings and pure reverence. There is never an unbreakable dead end. Since that man can climb high with a rock on his back, she can also dance with shackles on her back.

"i''mbulletproof, nothing to lose. (I am indestructible and have nothing to lose.)"

Dini hummed softly, and the noisy sound faded away like the tide. Amidst the sobs, her clear and high-pitched voice was like the clouds and mist coming down from the distant mountains. Without any musical instrument, it was as sonorous and powerful as gold, stone, silk and bamboo.

"Fireaway, fireaway. (Shoot, shoot.)"

She continued to sing in a low voice, lowered her head and looked at Sera who had stopped crying, and then looked back at everyone who was worried about her.

“You shoot me down, but I won’t fall. (You hit me, but I won’t fall.)”

"iamtitanium. (I am indestructible.)"

Her red hair was like a stagnant spark in the dark night, lighting up the night with a single flicker. Her voice swam from eternity, carrying indescribable power.

After the singing voice suddenly rose, vigorous emotions also surged out.

“You shoot me down, but I won’t fall. (You shoot me down, but I still stand up.)”

"iamtitanium. (I am indestructible.)"

The long and powerful treble echoed in the dark night, and the waves were rolled up and hit the hull. I don't know if it was the night wind that drove it, or this song that struck people's hearts.

Dini's singing was scattered in the wind, but the condensed power was rooted in their hearts. Above the consciousness blurred by alcohol was a firm trust that would never be shaken again.

The Dionysus Troupe has not had a smooth journey. As a troupe that is not affiliated with any pirate group, if it wants to gain a foothold in the dangerous North Sea, you can imagine the hard work it has to do. In the early days, colleagues used unfair means to maliciously exclude the troupe. The nobles frequently put pressure on the troupe in order to obtain profits. A powerful pirate even came to challenge Dini to be his mistress.

But even in those most difficult years, Dini was never defeated. She may have been struggling, but she was down-to-earth every step of the way. She led the Dionysus Troupe from a little-known small group to expand to the entire North Sea and radiate to the world.

She will not be knocked down by suffering, she is already indestructible. They followed her and grasped the oars of the Ark of Hope. She would lead them through the darkness, lift the fog, and reach Eden safely.

This song was the song she sang most often during the early days of the troupe, and it was also an important source of strength that supported the troupe's progress.

Sierra slowly stood up from the ground, rubbed her eyes and said: "Miss Wienna is so foul, she actually sang this song. We will definitely follow you without any conditions."

The others also followed Sera's lead and told Dini what was on their mind.

"No matter what happens, we will be with Ms. Vienna!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.com, I like Miss Vienna the most, and I will not let those bastard Dracos bully you."

"Do they really think those who engage in art have no temper? We are the Dionysian Theater Company!"

"You have the nerve to say that you do art, Ron. Aren't you the security captain?" "Why are you such a disgrace, Lions? You can only point and point."

Dini listened to their heated discussion with a smile, and finally took the time to look at the eyes that had been staring at her. She was stunned for a moment, then her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her smile was brighter than the full moon in the sky.

"You drank too much, Mr. Kuzan."

Her voice was not loud, but it reached his ears clearly.

"Ah la la la, after all, Vienna's wine is so delicious, I drank it all without paying attention."

The wine bottles in front of him almost formed a mountain, but his voice sounded very sober. Dini said something with a smile, and her voice was muffled tightly.

Sera and Mina, who had just been pestering Dini, were standing next to Dini and started arguing about who was the female member she had the best relationship with. The battle was so heated that other women also joined in. The sharp voices they had due to their quarrel were so loud that Dini was caught in the middle and smiled helplessly.

She had no choice but to hold her mouth slightly with one hand, mouthing to Kuzan as if whispering.

"See you and laugh."

This time it was Dini's turn to hear Kuzan's voice. Sera forcibly hugged her into her arms, while Mina pulled her from behind. She was pushed back and forth by the girls, and her fatigue finally gave way. She was a little annoyed, and Dini smiled and said: "Girls, calm down."

[Carnival] stopped this group of crazy people, and the out-of-control scene finally returned to order with Dini's intervention. The members of the troupe insisted on shaking hands with her before going back to the room, but Dini didn't want to fuss with a bunch of drunks and allowed the last part of the reception to turn into her own personal fan meeting.

Watching Sera and Mina, who wiped the tears from Dini's hand, helping each other to the room, she put one hand on her hips and rubbed her sore temples. Dini sensed someone else behind her, and turned around to see Lieutenant General Kuzan holding two bottles of wine in his hand.

The round sunglasses were pushed up on his head. He reached out and handed Dini a bottle of Porter beer. He took a big sip directly from the bottle and sighed happily.

"Uh-huh - you still have the best beer here."

Dini opened the wine bottle, took a few steps back and leaned on the railing beside the boat, took a slow sip and said, "After three days apart, Mr. Kuzan's drinking capacity has improved a lot."

Lieutenant General Kuzan, who was leaning completely on the railing and leaning his upper body back as much as possible, heard these words and almost threw his sunglasses into the sea.

"Ah la la la, it's so dangerous."

Kuzan knew that she was contemplating his fiasco in the drinking competition with her, and the incident involving his own allowance.

He grabbed the sunglasses and put them back on his face, and complained to Dini with lingering fear: "Weena, the so-called man is a creature that needs face."

Dini's laughter spread into the sea breeze. She used her free hand to lift the red hair on her shoulder and pushed it back without saying anything else.

Silence does not mean dullness. The woman in a brown cashmere dress closed her eyes and smelled the salty moisture of the sea breeze. Cheers and shouts came from time to time on the warship, and her nerves tortured by the nightmare all night were given a moment of respite.

"There has been more and more fog on the sea recently. If we accidentally hit a rock and sink the ship, we would be in trouble."

Kuzan stared at Dini and started talking abruptly about the weather conditions.

Dini slowly opened her eyes, raised the bottle and drank it in one gulp. The black syrupy wine overflowed from the corners of her mouth, snaked towards her neck, left water marks on her collarbone, and then pooled into her chest. A dark brown river valley soaked with tears.

She ignored the wine stains on her body and asked Kuzan a question that was irrelevant to the more current situation.

"Kuzan, what do you think the meaning of your existence is?"

He obviously did not expect that he would suddenly be asked such a question. Since he graduated from the naval school, it has been a long time since anyone asked him like a teacher what meaning and ideals are.

If it were at that time, he would have answered for the sake of justice and to save the people who were struggling in pain. Maybe he would have used a clever way to pass the question, causing the classmates to burst into laughter, and he would have been slapped hard on the butt by the teacher. An upper kick.

The dark-skinned man took a sip of beer and exhaled. His eyes were filled with fire, and cries and begging for mercy could be heard in his ears. His eyes glanced into the distance, through the waves, not knowing where he had arrived.

"Ah la la la, this is really a heavy topic."

His voice was as low and hoarse as a bell, and only those in a maze could feel so hesitant and helpless.

"Heavy? That's not a bad word." Dini responded.

Kuzan maintained his posture of leaning out of the railing. He turned his head and looked at Dini, waiting for her next words.

"For me, it's more of a confusion. I caught a few words, but never got the point."

She looked down at her hands, repeatedly clenching and relaxing them, and the bottle disappeared from her hands at some point.

Dini closed her palms and clenched them into fists.

"So I can't be defeated until I find the answer."

"Whether it is a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, or a thousand-foot cliff, as long as I still have my long-cherished wish to remain in this world, I will have no excuse to escape, and no reason to be knocked down."

Her eyes almost shone in the dark night, and her red hair was blown back by the wind, like a red flag rooted in the earth, hunting in the storm, or like a martyr who was born to die, holding high the revolutionary flag. Torches.

Kuzan was shocked by her words and froze in place. He held the hair tie and muttered to himself.

"It's so romantic that it's unreasonable."

Dini cast her eyes on him and continued with a smile: "Don't try to help me escape anymore, your Majesty the Navy, who knows the law and breaks the law."

"Hey, did I just lose an opportunity to repay my debt? What a pity."

The red-haired woman left the railing and walked back to the room on high heels. She waved to Kuzan nonchalantly.

"Then give you a decent answer in exchange for your IOU, Kuzan, I'm waiting for that day."

Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, compared with other things in the world, she is too small. Even if she was just standing in front of a female vice-admiral of the Navy, Dini's figure would look frail, and her face had not even had time to completely lose its childishness, with a hint of innocence and youthfulness of a girl.

But no one would ever regard her as a weakling.

In Kuzan's eyes at this moment, she was as huge as the bright moon rising from the sea, and her thin back carried an unimaginable weight. It was not decided by her, it was more like a torch that was destined to be passed to her from an ancient time. She could not let it go out, nor could she choose to refuse.

But now this torchbearer is looking for the direction she really wants to go.

"Damn it, idealists are too handsome."

Lieutenant General Kuzan raised his head, drank the wine and threw it into the sea, rubbed his nose with his hand, and disappeared into the night.

God controls the chess players, and the chess players manipulate the chess pieces. Behind God, there is an unavoidable fate. But the helmsman in the huge waves will not be willing to succumb to the irresistible nature. Before sailing to the new world, the helmsman must not be defeated by the waves.

The hymn of man's struggle against fate is the most romantic symphony of the human soul.

Dini, whom Kuzan calls a romantic idealist, is actually not as free and easy as he thought. Since the day she left Doflamingo, she had been tortured by nightmares. What made her even more uneasy was her unexplained lethargy and body aches.

Dini hugged herself tightly with the duvet and curled up into a ball. The sleepiness defeated her reason and carried her to sleep. Even the ringing phone on the table failed to stir up any extra energy in her.

She dreamed that she fell on the stage set up by the Celestial Dragons, and she saw the black sword of [War] nailing her to the ground. The people around her were admiring this bloody feast, clapped their hands and cheered numbly, and shouted that this was not enough, they I want to watch more exciting shows.

He pulled out the sword along with her flesh and blood. Dini was in so much pain that she couldn't make any sound. The [War] shrouded in thick fog swung the sword again. The woman lying in a pool of blood even exhausted the strength to hold up her eyelids. , like a dying lamb waiting to be slaughtered by the hunter.

"Fufufufufufu, it's really a third-rate script."

She heard a familiar voice, but she had never heard that tone before. The sword blade touched her neck, and the fog dissipated at the same time. What was transmitted to her consciousness along with the crisp sound of bones being chopped was the figure of a blond man holding a black sword.

Dini's tears slipped down, soaked into her red hair, and mixed with the blood on the floor.

How could it be you? Why is it you?