The Evil Generation of Pirates

The afternoon is always short, and often when you see the afterglow of the sunset slowly dissipating, you will feel an unspeakable sense of loss.please()

As time goes by, the number of people on the street becomes thinner.

Amos walked around Marine Fando's naval headquarters, but he didn't see anyone impressive.After all, it was the Navy Headquarters that shocked the entire first half of the Grand Route. Not many people would be so idle as to not stop the incoming pirates but meet Yamos in the street.

A little uncomfortable...

After more than 700 days of training day and night, Yamos, who suddenly got a day of free time, didn't know what to do.

"Ah..." As the sky grew dark, Yamos walked on the lonely street. He put his hand into his trouser pocket and took out the cigarette case. The cigarette case was empty. He threw the cigarette case into the trash can and continued walking.

Nowadays, other people who come to the Naval Academy to register are generally hanging around with their friends who came with them, or they are getting to know students who will become colleagues in the future.

Yamos was not interested.

I get used to being alone, and after I get used to it, being alone is the most comfortable.

He really hates the kind of guys who pity him when they see him alone... During his time in the branch, there were several female trainee sailors who had a crush on him who were always worried about him. Later, rumors spread about him having autism. It's opened...it's just inexplicable...

As a saying he once read said.

People who always ask others if they are in good spirits are really annoying. There are also people who are usually listless, but they live a good life even though they are listless. Don't use the standard that everyone should be in good spirits to ask about other people's lives.

"Hey, kid."

Yamos put his hands in his pockets and stopped, turning his head to look at the dim street corner.

Lying there was a young man wearing a navy uniform. He was carrying a wine bottle that had bottomed out. His face was slightly red, and his beard had not been repaired for a long time.

"Is there a fire?" he said, raising the cigarette in his hand.

Yamos stared at him for a few seconds, then walked over and handed the match to the drunkard.

The drunkard took the match and struck it three times before lighting the cigarette he was holding. He returned the fire to Yamos and gave him a cigarette along with it.Yamos took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Would you like to sit down for a while?" the drunkard asked.

Yamos didn't know where to go now, so he simply sat next to the drunkard.

"Why didn't you say a word...are you new here?" The drunkard threw the bottle aside with a clang and leaned against the wall to smoke.

"Ah."

"Where did it come from?" the drunkard asked again.

Yamos replied: "North Sea."

"Beihai. When I was young, I thought about settling in Beihai when I got old... How is it there? Is it a good sea area?" asked the drunkard.

"..." Yamos recalled the incident two years ago, which became a knot in his mind that he could never overcome, "It's okay."

"It's rare for me to see such a reserved guy at this age. Are you going to study at the Naval Academy?" the drunkard asked with a hiccup.

Yamos nodded slightly.

The drunkard was looking straight ahead and didn't see Yamos responding to him. He thought Yamos didn't want to answer, so he changed the topic: "What are your plans for the future, young man."

"I don't know." Yamos shook his head and looked up at the starry sky, looking at the shining stars, feeling a little confused.

"I feel like you're worried, don't you want to tell me? Maybe I can -"

"No." Yamos interrupted the drunkard, "I have heard too many comforting words. To be honest, that kind of thing is of no use at all."

Drunkard listens.

"I never need help from others to solve my own affairs." Yamos' tone became tough for no reason, as if he was tired of this topic.

During those two years, I don’t know how many people wanted to ask about his past.He hates others exposing his scars in the name of comfort. He doesn't need to be comforted, and he doesn't want to recall what happened at that time.

"Okay." The drunkard laughed to himself, "When I was your age, I was actually a little confused. Later, my elders guided me and said that when I grow up, I will have a higher vision and I will not be confused. I was hesitant, but later I devoted my life wholeheartedly to the Navy. I stood up for justice and believed in justice. But now... I find that everything I have done is ridiculous."

"Why?" Yamos asked.

"Don't you know?" The drunkard glanced at Yamos with his head tilted, and then pressed the back of his head against the wall, "The Navy is going to unite the pirates. What kind of bullshit King Shichibukai system was passed at the World Conference, and plans to recruit soldiers The seven great pirates. It’s a big joke that the navy wants to unite with the pirates..."

"Your Majesty Qiwuhai..." Yamosi fell into deep thought.

It is now the year 1512 of the Haiyuan calendar. Was it this year that the Shichibukai system was proposed and passed at the World Conference...

The three major forces of the future sea pattern have begun to take shape, and Yamos once again felt that the magnificent history of this world was advancing.

I've been here for so long that I can't remember some details clearly, but I only have a clearer understanding of the overall situation.Yamos didn't know his future plans. He could only try his best to become stronger now, find Lezein, and then consider future development.

Talking about the future without strength is as ridiculous as if a teacher asked a child in class what he wanted to be in the future, and the child replied that he wanted to be the president.

Just pure imagination.

The clearer we are about what the wheels of history will crush and in what direction they will drive, the more we must keep up with the pace of the times and seize the chariot that will never return.

"Are you confused?" Yamos asked the drunkard.

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, and the smell of alcohol hit Yamos's nose: "Hahahaha, are you a hairy brat now going to enlighten me?"

Yamos rolled his eyes, feeling helpless towards such a careless person.

"I..." After laughing, the drunkard suddenly calmed down, "There is no problem. I just discovered that all we can do about this kind of thing is to ignore it and let it go on."

No strength to struggle.

"Do you hate this feeling?" Yamos threw the cigarette butt hard.

"I hate it, what about you?" The drunkard handed Yamos another cigarette.

Yamos took it: "I hate it too."

"Then you have to work hard. This era belongs to you. The future is full of variables. Who knows what the world will be like in the future..." The drunkard became much more sober.

"Are you retiring?"

"Retirement? It's still early!" The drunkard laughed again, "Don't ask about me, young man."

Yamos looked at the drunkard again. He had never seen this person before.

"What's your name?" the drunkard asked.

"Ha." Yamos sneered and did not answer.

The drunkard realized that Amos was sarcastic and laughed again.

It's a little noisy, but it adds a little more color to the dark night.

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