[comprehensive] red tide

Recently, before waking up every day, I feel that I have had a long, long dream, those endless bits and pieces, all the trivial things of the previous life, which are fleeting and disappear in a blink of an eye.

The only thing that is deep is the last darkness of the dream, which contains something that I vaguely feel is very important, but no matter how hard I try, every time I approach it, I will be bounced away without exception, and then I open my eyes, (==) .

Therefore, these few mornings, I have to hug the quilt, stare at the air in a daze, and spend about 10 minutes thinking about it, sorting out my memory little by little, and making sure that I have not forgotten anything.

The conclusion is that my brain is quite normal.

I can remember big and small events in recent years very firmly. As for those memories many years ago, uh~ I can still remember [-]% to [-]% of them. Many details are beginning to be blurred.

I am a time traveler, or should I call it, a guy who forgot to format his memory before reincarnation.

Let’s not talk about it in the previous life, anyway, it’s a dead house with four limbs and not working hard, the key is this life:

Because I was born with memories, when I really figured out that I was not abducted by aliens but suddenly turned into a baby, I was actually looking forward to it.

That silver-haired, blue-eyed woman would stare at me with extremely pampering eyes, hold a small toy in front of her eyes and raise it up and down to tease me to reach out to catch it, and when I get stronger, she will hug me to a The huge library contains bookish men and women who will feed me and give me beautiful children's picture books.

Because I lived an extra life, other children would only crawl all over the ground and cry loudly. I have already held on to something and started to learn to walk on my soft short legs.

But it was also because there was an extra memory in my mind. After other children were able to run around and act cute and coquettish, I was still struggling in the abyss of distinguishing pronunciation and words.

The silver-haired woman always stared at me with those clear sky blue eyes, teaching me how to speak patiently, but I couldn't utter a complete sentence clearly, my mind was obviously very urgent, but when it came to my mouth, it turned into babbling Yeah, garbled characters.

In the end, I would lose my temper and cry, but she kept smiling lovingly.

That period of time was later condensed in my mind and frozen into a very beautiful picture scroll.

If it hadn’t happened that late at night, I think, I would have spent a longer time bumping and bumping, and finally learned to really separate the past from the present, grow up, read all the books in that library, and return to death again. Residential property.

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That night, the woman hugged me and cried all night. At dawn, she handed me over to a couple who knocked on the door, and left with another group of people, and never came back.

I don't know whether I was abandoned or fostered. In short, there is no silver-haired and blue-eyed woman in my life, and there is an extra pair of elders and a younger brother.

The couple, what I should call uncle and aunt, lived on the other side of town, had a son who was a bit younger than me, the man worked in the town, the woman was a stay-at-home housewife, and the weird thing was that the family was totally um, what do you say?More grounded?

She is the complete opposite type to the silver-haired woman. Apart from the comics that my younger brother occasionally reads, there are few newspapers at home.

Uncle and aunt are people who run around for a living, and my brother and I are basically in a free-range state. So, when the group of brats in the town called me a little dumb all over the street, the adults in the family found out that, in fact... I don’t speak very well. .

I admit that the reason for this is my own, especially after my uncle and aunt took me to visit all the doctors in the town, the guilt seems to be more profound.

But the situation has not improved much.

In fact, I can understand every word they say, but I can't express myself fluently. It seems that my subconscious is acting like a baby. As long as I am different from other children, will the woman feel guilty when she comes back?

Obviously, when she looked at me, it was like looking at the only treasure in the world. She obviously loved her deeply, but in the end she pulled away my hand holding her skirt, and walked away without hesitation.

What could be more important than me?

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Later, when the doctor went to my uncle's house for a follow-up visit, he brought an old man who other people thought I didn't know, but I was actually impressed.

Every time I went to that library when I was a baby, the old man would smile and hug me and shuttle between the huge bookshelves. When I stared at a book for a long time, he would take it down, and then find a place to read slowly. listen to me.

The old man suggested to his uncle and aunt that he wanted to take me with him, but he was strongly rejected. The adults kicked my brother and I out of the room and closed the door to argue for a long time. The conclusion is still unknown.

But after that, the old man came to the door in three or two days, holding books and tricking my younger brother and me into learning to write and read; my uncle and aunt didn't seem to agree with his behavior, but they didn't stop him either.

This kind of life lasted for about half a year. After the old man taught me how to write and read the jerky words, I still didn’t like to speak much, but my reading ability improved by leaps and bounds. At least I could understand all kinds of events published in the newspaper.

My original intention was to quickly understand what these tadpole texts are, and whether there is any information about the woman in them, even a little bit... But, when I really understand those texts, I can't wait to poke my eyes.

Nima!What the hell are these old newspapers my brother exchanged with toys and friends from the town? !

[Rogge Town - the beginning and end of One Piece! ]

[The current situation is unprecedentedly chaotic!Countless fanatics poured into the great channel, and history turned a new page. ]

[The Age of Great Pirates begins. ]

I deeply remember the thunderbolt at that moment, and I will never forget it until my death.

wipe!It turns out that what I have been reluctant to think about is that the name of the island where I live is really O'Hara in the West Sea!So, contact the name that has always been called...

The one who abandoned me—Nicole Olbia?

This is it!

One day when I was six years old, I sensed a great malice from the universe.

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Old man no, it was the doctor who said, 'Robin, you're a girl who's almost seven years old, stop fighting with the boys in the street. '

At that time, I wiped off the two tubes of nosebleeds and spat viciously, 'Who told them to beat my brother?How shameless are three boys my age? '

No, the old man, the wrinkles on the doctor's face are so deep that they can squeeze mosquitoes to death, 'You won, but what happened to your arm? '

'do not know. I shrugged, and shook the octopus-like hands with extra joints at the same time, "Maybe the fight was too obsessed, what strange things were stuffed into my mouth when I rolled into the vegetable stall?" '

"Devil fruit..." The doctor's expression was twitching.

After the age of six, from the age of seven, I hovered between all kinds of rage and secondary school.

O'Hara in the West Sea, archaeologists, and historical texts, all of these superimpose, and finally there are scorched earth ruins.

In the town I live in now, the eccentric old men, uncles and aunts, the arrogant younger brother, and even the group of brats on the street will disappear in the deafening artillery fire one day. I can't wait for that silver-haired and blue-eyed woman.

The most maddening thing is that it has been too long before I can't remember the details.

Even if I remember, I can't do anything!Run to the street to warn?Or lobby the people around you to leave early?Who will believe me who will believe me? !

Every time I think about it, I can't help but get mad.

Until one late night, when I couldn't sleep and got up to drink water, I heard my uncle and aunt who were still in the living room talking in the corner.

They spoke in a low voice, presumably because they deliberately stayed out of the bedroom to prevent their younger brother who shared a room with them from overhearing.

My lord's intentions were good, but unfortunately I couldn't hide it. I accidentally ate a devil fruit, and I was able to grow arms, eyes and ears to see and hear.

'...Nanhai...is what you said true?For the blood that One Piece may leave behind...those pregnant women and babies...'

'God!What a madman! 'Aunt's lowered voice was terrified and inexplicable.

'After a while, when we save up enough money, we will leave here with our two children. ’ It was my uncle’s voice, it was difficult, even a little flustered, ‘Don’t let Robin go out in the future, she belongs to Olbia after all...'

'Government getting nuanced with O'Hara in case...'

After a while of silence, the uncle comforted the aunt who started to cry.

"Don't worry too much. When we go to another island to start again, no one will know that Robin is not our daughter. Both children will grow up safely. '

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After listening for a while, I tiptoed back to the room, and the long-standing bewilderment disappeared in an instant.

Hidden under the covers, I open my eyes wide and swear to the darkness:

I won't be on a rampage without a clue anymore, I will master the devil fruit ability.

I will do my best to change the ending, and I will stay with them until the end.

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After that night, I deliberately reduced the time I appeared on the street, no longer fought with those brats, and no longer approached the doctor’s library. I became fond of going into the forest, stumbling, exploring and exercising myself. .

From the age of seven to the age of eight, I changed my long-standing wish and no longer expected the person from the long journey to return one day. I only hoped to become agile quickly, and it is best to be able to ride a thousand horses.

I can't wait 20 years, and I don't have the courage to struggle to survive alone. I'm not willing to bow down to the so-called [destiny].

If fate refuses to be on my side...

Big deal, everything goes to zero.

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To clarify my memory, I tapped my head, so the recent dream is probably... because... the time when the disaster may happen is getting closer, which makes me more anxious to the point where I lose control of my emotions?

Thinking so, it seems possible.

Rolling my eyes silently, I lifted the quilt and got up, brushing my teeth, washing my face, and eating with my messy hair.

There was no one at home early in the morning. After the conversation the night before last year, my uncle worked harder to earn money. Even my aunt gave up doing housework and found a job in the town. The adults worked hard. Although they never revealed anything, they still How can you hide it from me?

Even the brat, my younger brother, was somewhat aware of it. I don’t know how he misunderstood it. In short, he started to hang out in the town, trying to refresh his sense of existence, and then took the opportunity to lower the impression of my former playmates.

What a silly boy, isn't he?

He actually thinks that if the little guys in the town don't talk about 'dumb Robin' all day long, those adults will forget about my existence, and there won't be bad guys taking my sister away one day.

After breakfast, I packed up the dishes, looked at the sky, sneaked out of the house through the back door, picked up a secluded path, and walked to the forest behind the island.