The huge wave sweeping the anime world

Watching Zhan Guo leave, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, stretching his shadow very long.

"Okay. Let's take a shower first."

Washto stood up and walked towards the house at the back. Zhan Guo had just told him that he finally didn't have to go back to the orphanage. The house at the back was a gift from him, and he could finally live a bright life under the sun.

Vashto turned the faucet to the maximum, letting the scalding hot water flow freely through his body, burning his back red.

I wiped my head lightly with a clean towel and took some fresh milk and vegetables from the kitchen to replenish my energy.

"Sure enough, it tastes the same as what the other children in the orphanage eat."

Vashto tasted it and felt touched.

In addition to his background, he was also treated like a scorpion in the orphanage - he was unique. He drank expired milk and ate hard bread that was moldy or about to be moldy.

After dinner, Vashto quietly curled up in the quilt, thinking about everything that happened today.

His thoughts lingered between hesitation and entanglement, and finally he placed a book hidden in his clothes on the table.

On the cover of this book is a boy who looks very similar to him, except for the creepy dark circles under his eyes.

After taking a look at the cover, Vashto turned the ball to the first page. There were two lines of small words written on the huge paper. Vashto was sure that he had never seen these words before, but the content came out of his mouth.

"You should not have crossed the river, but you crossed it anyway! If you died after crossing the river, what can I do to you?"

With Washto's soft recitation, he finished reciting this catchy poem without realizing it.

After reading this text, notes appeared in the blank space of the book, and he recognized this text. It was the common language of the One Piece world that he learned in the orphanage.

You don't want to wade across the river! But you insist on wading across the river! You drown in the river before you cross it! What can I do with you?

After reading this explanation, a cold voice rang in Washto's ears.

“Does this text resemble your situation today?”

The image of the young man on the cover of the book became fuller and fuller until he became a physical entity and appeared beside Vashto.

"How do you know all this? Are you controlling all this?"

Vashto was not afraid of the sudden appearance of the visitor, but started to communicate with him.

"How could I have such great power to arrange for a big shot at the level of a navy admiral to do something? Everything is just speculation. Even if you didn't come out of the orphanage, there would be similar arrangements. The only difference is the degree of severity."

The boy took out a few newspapers from his pocket and read them, answering Vashto's questions at the same time.

He once cut his wrists in despair and committed suicide. However, death allowed him to be reborn in a new world. During the thousands of years of battle, he never stopped looking for a way to return to his original world.

Until the archaeological team he led activated some kind of time and space device in a ruin, the energy it generated destroyed him and his legion.

Vashto liked to go to the cave in the Great Forest of Vidocq and cry alone on the evening of the orphanage's open day. It was his support when his uncle Zhan Guo was away.

He liked to sit beside the dripping stone and dig the sand bit by bit with his hands.

One day three years ago, he dug up this book.

The boy in the soul state inside the ball became the real light in Vashto's lonely world. Even though the released boy exuded a terrifying temperament, in Vashto's heart he was an angel scattering thousands of miles of light.

"In fact, your uncle Zhan Guo's intentions have been very clear today. He knows what the problem is with your father, but he won't change it."

"The Navy and the government should have tacitly accepted the spread of your father's rumors. Then this matter has been confirmed no matter what, and Zhan Guo cannot change this."

"On the contrary, I can make a big deal out of the 'orb' left behind by you, a traitor in the navy."

"For example, he could send you to the navy for training, and then he could find another excuse to teach you about the justice of the navy and let you go undercover as a pirate as the son of a traitor..."

The boy expressed his inference indifferently.

Zhan Guo might express sympathy or pity for Vashto's experience, but he would arrange for the son of the sinner to go to an orphanage with a naval background, and to one of the resettlement places for the families of naval soldiers.

It's all a little too coincidental, like the design of a drama, the conflict is magnified to the maximum extent, while the part of hope always remains at a distance of two years of visits, close yet distant.

After experiencing all this, most people will always go all out for that ray of light.

Vashto's mind was in a mess, his brain capacity prevented him from keeping up with the boy's thoughts, but his heart had already made a decision.

The other party had guessed almost exactly what would happen after he left the orphanage today. With the facts before him, he had no choice but to believe it.

"Tomorrow, your uncle Sengoku or one of the two navy soldiers will come to your new house and tell you stories. They will tell you about the pirates wreaking havoc on the sea, how the righteous navy has been working hard to fight all evil, and tell you about the various victories of the admirals."

"By the way, I'll give you a brainwashing speech like 'Where the leaves dance, the fire will continue to burn. The flames will continue to illuminate the village and make new leaves sprout.'"

"If time permits, he will kindly cook you a dish he is good at and touch your forehead, just like a filial disciple and a loving teacher."

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, the boy shook his head.

“I don’t think that falling leaves become roots is a good spirit. What I believe is that where the leaves fall, wildfires will continue to grow, and the fire will illuminate the village until it is burned to ashes.

"So what should I do?"

Vashto asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Influenced by the boy's words, he felt hostile towards whoever came tomorrow.

"No need to prepare for tomorrow,"

"Would you like me to tell you a story first?"

The boy waved his hand, signaling Vashto to be quiet.

Vashto sat obediently aside and looked at the boy.

"There was a man in my hometown who, when he had mastered martial arts, had killed all his enemies' families, but he felt pity and could not bring himself to kill a crying child."

"So he took the child home and raised him as his own son, teaching him martial arts and writing."

"At his child's eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, he gave the child a big gift."

"He told the child, remember this is the last time I will speak to you, and then cut off his ears; told him this is the last time you will see me, and then pierced his eyes; then cut off his head with a sword, and then burned the body and threw it into the sea."

“Do you think it’s cruel?”

The boy asked knowingly as he looked at Vashto who was trembling with fear.

"Yes... yes, how can you torture people like this?"

Vashto felt waves of fear in his heart. He couldn't imagine how there could be such a cruel person.

"After doing all this, the man said, 'My morality can be flawed, but my life cannot have any hidden dangers. Between living in fear for a lifetime and feeling guilty for a lifetime, I will choose the latter.'"

“And I won’t be that cruel.”