Traveler in the Pirate World

On that day, the underworld disappeared, turning into a vast sea of ​​hell. The sky and earth became clear, the sun and the moon rose again, and all spirits were reborn.

The singer of the dead played a piece of music to celebrate the birth of this world. In one day, he saved all the suffering beings in the sea, and with his immeasurable merits, he ascended to the throne of god, and was called the singer of music god by the world.

Since then, this day has been called New Year or Christmas by the spirits in the underworld, which means new life and birth.

People who have retained the worldly concept of time define this year as a spiritual year, with 365 days making up a year, and the first day of each year being New Year's Day.

On this day, people will gather together to sing, and singers who believe in the god of music will use their singing and music to bring people joyful performances.

I wish the world to be born, and I wish myself to be reborn.

……

Early in the morning, Caesar walked out of the room and turned around to see Yisheng. The two nodded and walked together. They sat in the hotel restaurant and enjoyed breakfast quietly.

On the plate were two poached eggs, a sausage, two pieces of bacon, grilled black bread, and a cup of warm milk. It was actually not enough to satisfy the appetite of the two, but they still only ate one portion.

Food is relatively expensive here, and such a simple breakfast is enough to make two cash-strapped old men feel heartbroken.

After breakfast, Caesar looked at his life and said, "I used to be confused about what I had done, because I felt that no matter how many villains I killed, no matter how many injustices I saved, I still didn't really change anything.

What's more, most of the people I killed were not born evil. Many of them actually didn't have much choice.

I don’t know how many people I saved, but afterwards, they were tortured by life and turned into evil spirits.

Looking back on my past life, I just realized that I am just a warrior and I cannot change the world!

But I figured it out yesterday, so I decided to be a warrior. At least for a moment I saved someone. Thinking too much is just asking for trouble!"

After that, Caesar stood up and left. He turned his back to Yisheng and waved, "You and I can be said to have hit it off at first sight. We are destined to meet again in this life!"

Feeling Caesar's departing back, sitting alone for a long time in his life, how could he not feel confused?

Why did he gouge out his own eyes? Because of those disgusting things that made him want to ask himself from the bottom of his heart why could people be so cruel to their own kind?

Or is it because most people in this indifferent world have learned to protect themselves and remain silent under the oppression of time and life?

Or is it because of people’s crazy words, accusations and insults?

"Maybe both. I gouged out my own eyes because I felt despair towards this world. Or was it a way of escaping?" Yisheng laughed at himself, stood up and left. His tall and broad back seemed inexplicably lonely and desolate at this moment.

Precisely because people know that the moral bottom line of wicked people is low, they always seem to be too tolerant of evil. Precisely because of their expectations of good people, people always seem to be too harsh on good people.

Acteus Caesar understood this, and he understood this throughout his life, because many of the scars on their bodies came from behind them, from the people they protected.

But they are born to be unable to tolerate injustice, born to hate to see the suffering in the world, so how can they bear not to stand up!

The two of them boarded their own ships and left, drifting to different distant places, but with similar feelings.

They stood at the bow, feeling the warmth brought by the sun, facing the direction of the sun. It seemed as if a shackle was opened in their hearts, and the heavy chains fell to the ground, making a crisp sound from the soul.

Issei and Caesar's observation Haki entered a new realm at this moment, but this did not make them happy, only endless relief.

"Just do good things and don't worry about the future. This knife is not for the common people, and this punch is not for others. It's just because I feel unfair in my heart and I just want peace of mind. It's neither justice nor fairness. It's just that an old guy can't tolerate the uncleanness in his eyes!"

……

"Where is Jozu being held now? Any news, Izo?" On the huge whale-shaped ship, all the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates gathered. Vista looked at his brothers around him with heavy expressions, his eyes as dark as water.

“Not long after the Alt City incident, the largest riot in hundreds of years occurred in Impel Prison. Many pirates, led by that madman Barrett, escaped from the prison known as the indestructible hell.

The prison director Magellan was dismissed as he was seriously injured due to the sudden betrayal of the warden Rain Shiryu. He was replaced by the former deputy director Hannibal, who is currently the main person in charge of the reconstruction of Impel Prison.

According to the information I know, his God's Eye ability is very troublesome, but it is only the news released by the escaped people, and the specific truth has yet to be verified. "Izang raised his head and drank a glass of wine. The hot liquid slid down his throat and flowed into his lungs. There seemed to be a blazing fire burning in his chest, but he didn't know how to vent it. "This means that Brother Joz is very likely not in Impel Prison."

"Damn it, the World Government's judicial and prison agencies have branches in almost every sea area except the New World. How are we supposed to find them?" Fossa couldn't help but want to curse loudly, but because he didn't want to use his brothers as an outlet, he held it back.

"Seastone of normal purity cannot completely suppress Brother Joz's physical strength. There should not be many places that are qualified to be Brother Joz's prison!" Speedo Kil was considered to be the calmest among the group. "Izo, apart from Impel Prison, how many other prisons of this level do you know of?"

"The World Government's Supreme Court Judicial Island has prison buildings comparable to the sixth level of the Infinite Hell in Impel Prison, but they are few in number and the garrison there is average. The Navy is unlikely to detain Brother Joz there." As he spoke, Izo's expression became a little solemn.

"What really gives me a headache is Marinford. If Brother Joz is really imprisoned there, it will be troublesome! But that is indeed the most likely place I know of, and it is also the safest place for the current World Government."

"Then get ready for a war, our brothers are still waiting for us!" The boxing gloves that covered his entire forearm made a crisp sound in Jingudo's hands.

Harta sighed helplessly, "Alas, it's not that easy. After all, that's the Navy Headquarters!"

"So you're planning to just watch Brother Joz die without helping him, Harta, you disappoint me so much!" Namuir was furious, and the wine bottle on the table fell over due to the strong impact, spilling the wine all over the table.

"Control your emotions, Namur! You know that's not what I mean. The fact that the Navy and the World Government dared to take direct action against Joz and Brother Marco this time has already explained a lot. We need a planned war, not a reckless charge." Harta looked at Namur, who was obviously out of control, with a bad temper.

"Are you saying I'm reckless? Damn Harta, you actually called me a fool." Namuir was so angry that he jumped up and down.

"I think there's water in your brain, you bastard fishman, how could I mean that?" Harta felt uncomfortable with this guy's strange ability to understand.

"Hey, you two, calm down, we should discuss business now!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things, Lakeyo?"

"Damn it, how on earth did you understand what I said?"

……

Vista did not pay any attention to the brothers' increasingly fierce quarrels. In the end, several guys even challenged each other to a fight, but Vista ignored it.

It's not out of indifference, it's just the trust between brothers. They are family, real family. No matter how big the quarrel they have, none of them has ever thought of giving up the idea of ​​saving Joz. This proves everything.

Compared to the fight between the brothers in front of him, Vista was more worried about another thing, "The World Government's target is Dad!"

Ever since the incident in the city of Alte, Vista has deeply understood one thing: there are beings in this world who are superior to his father, his father also has rivals he cannot match, and his father will also grow old one day.

Countless times, that mountain-like figure stood before them. What a majestic and reliable figure he was. However, they had always been immersed in the title of the strongest in the world and seemed to have never really realized that the old man was really old.

Bista looked at the Eye of God in his hand, with an unsuppressible uneasiness and restlessness deep in his eyes. He raised his head and took a gulp of strong liquor. He jumped onto the mast in one step, and the two swords at his waist were unsheathed in two white rays of light. The swords came out like rain, and the knife light was continuous like a phantom. The bits of knife light turned into flowers in the sky, seemingly slow but actually fast, cutting through the air and flying dozens of meters away before dissipating.

Compared to the bold and aggressive sword techniques of others, Vista's double swords pursue extreme speed.

How long had it been since he insisted on practicing swordsmanship every day? Bista could no longer remember, because his father had withstood too many storms, making him feel that the world was a little too comfortable. Now he wanted to take a step forward, one step at a time. He wanted to share something with that man, and to withhold something for that man.