One Piece: Kaido the Beast Playing House.

Chapter 112 Barrett's Confession
"Kaido!" Barrett yelled and sat up from the bed, but then lay back down because of the pain in his abdomen. Barrett opened his eyes with a grin, and what he saw was no longer the sky of the island, but the familiar wooden ceiling of the lounge.

"Wake up and lie down first. You can't get up now. You need to rest for at least two days. With your physique, if it were someone else, even if they were lucky enough to survive, their life would be ruined." The person who spoke was the ship's doctor of Roger's pirate group. Although he was called a ship's doctor, his medical skills were not very advanced, and were even mediocre. He just had the good fortune of reading medical books for a few days and was forced to do something without any effort. At least Barrett dared to guarantee that the neatly arranged bandages on his body were definitely not his work.

"Tsk, it's like you know a lot about it." Barrett muttered softly, and then he heard the door open and Roger's familiar laughter.

"Are you awake? How is it? Do you understand that there are always people better than you?" Roger walked to the bedside and patted Barrett's arm with a smile. This was the only place he could pat, but it still made Barrett grimace in pain.

"Okay, as long as you wake up, you should have learned your lesson this time, right?" Roger looked at Barrett with his head held high and not saying anything. He didn't plan to stay any longer and turned around to leave. He had been monitoring Barrett with his Observation Haki for the past two days, for fear that he would be upset after waking up. But now it seems that although he is a little depressed, it is not a big problem, and he can go back to sleep.

"Roger!" Just as Roger was yawning and about to go out, Barrett suddenly called him. Roger was stunned, but then he smiled and turned to look at Barrett.

"Can we talk alone?" Barrett looked at the ship's doctor, but his words shocked the doctor. So polite? Is this Barrett? Could it be that Kaido has a twin brother of Barrett, and the real Barrett was killed by Kaido and then sent here to impersonate him? With such an unreliable idea, the ship's doctor looked at Roger, and after Roger smiled and nodded, the doctor touched his head and walked out.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Roger asked, leaning against the wall and making a pose that he thought was very handsome.

"Roger, have I really never left my country?" Barrett's first question stunned Roger. After Barrett got on the ship, everyone knew one thing: don't mention his homeland in front of Barrett. He might brag loudly about how many people he killed and how he successfully took revenge, but he would never admit that it was his homeland. But now Barrett actually brought it up on his own initiative.

"It depends on how you look at it. If it was physically, you would have left long ago, but if it was mentally, yes, you have still been there. It can be seen from your words and actions, and even the clothes you are wearing. What's wrong? Kaido was making fun of you." Roger could guess what Kaido had done. After all, Barrett's condition was so obvious that it was written on his face.

"That's not sarcasm, he's telling the truth. Indeed, I've never walked out of that battlefield. Whether I'm awake or in a dream, I'm always on that battlefield. I'm alone, hungry and thirsty, and could die at any time. Enemies are all around me. I'm in an encirclement, always inside, and never out. I need strength, because I think when I have enough strength, I can escape from this battlefield. I'm a deserter! Roger! I've never been the strongest soldier! I'm just a deserter! I just want to escape from the battlefield." Barrett was talking, tears streaming from his eyes. This was the first time he cried in his memory. Did he have this ability? Kaido was right. He was just an empty shell, an empty shell named Douglas Barrett, an empty shell of the strongest soldier. The real "bullet" had long been lost on some battlefield, and now all that was here was an empty shell.

This is why Barrett had such a big reaction at that time, because he was seen through. Almost the same childhood experience, Kaido saw through Barrett at a glance. Every word of Kaido was like a nail nailed into Barrett, breaking his disguise, breaking his shell, exposing the inner falsehood. His anger was anger at Kaido, but not anger at Kaido's words, but anger at the truth. Why? Why did you go to the battlefield when you were young and were betrayed by the country, but you can live so realistically! Why are you real!

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Roger suddenly said, which made the tearful Barrett stunned. He didn't realize what he meant, but then Roger continued, "I say, you're jealous, aren't you? Why can others live so relaxedly when they have the same experience as you?"

"Yes, I admit, I am jealous, I am jealous of his life. Why! Why can he successfully walk away from the battlefield? Why didn't he leave anything on the battlefield? Is he so lucky!" Now that he has said it, Barrett will not hide it. What's more, Roger is someone he recognizes, a powerful person, and someone who can walk away from the battlefield.

"In fact, Barrett, do you know? No matter how powerful your strength is, it can't help you get out of that battlefield, because it's your heart that trapped you on the battlefield. No matter how strong your body is, your heart is empty. Do you remember you asked me? Why is my Conqueror's Haki so much stronger than yours? It's very simple, because your Conqueror's Haki is actually fake. Of course, this doesn't mean that your Conqueror's Haki is a disguise. You do have the talent for Conqueror's Haki, but because of the emptiness of your heart, your Conqueror's Haki seems to be powerful, but it's like a huge bubble that will burst with a poke." Roger said, making a gesture of poking with his hand, and then continued. "Maybe what I said is a bit empty, let me put it another way. I asked you before, what your dream is, you said to become the strongest, but I saw at the time that this was fake, and it was not what you thought in your heart. Now it seems that your deepest thought should be to escape from the battlefield in your heart."

"Yes, I want to leave. I don't want to be in that situation again. Whether I open my eyes or close them, it seems that the battlefield is always around me. The smell of gunpowder is always in my nose, and the sounds in my ears are always the sounds of gunfire and cannons. No matter how delicious the food and wine are, what I eat are the things I had to eat in order to survive on the battlefield. I'm tired of Roger, really, it's too painful." Barrett began to cry again as he spoke, as if he wanted to let out all the tears of the past decade and he couldn't stop.

"I haven't felt this feeling, so I won't say anything nonsense like I can understand it, I can understand it, but I met a guy, he was a soldier of a country, he was seriously injured in a war, he had a lame leg, a broken arm, a blind eye, and a deaf ear, but even so he was lucky, because he was the only one in their team who survived. That guy has lived in that war forever since that day. He always sees his comrades waving to him, and then they die in front of him. If someone drops an orange on the road, he will lie down immediately, and there are countless such things."

"And then?" Barrett listened fascinatedly, because this was his own symptom, and the same reason why he was always angry, because he always regarded other people's voices as the sound of an impending attack.

"What about later? He recovered. It's amazing, right? One morning he woke up and suddenly he was cured. No one could figure it out. Later, by chance, I learned the truth. The guy returned to the battlefield. It was still that short 200 meters. He walked there step by step with a limp and one eye. He didn't retreat or stop. He just walked there firmly. I heard that there were still many unexploded mines buried there, but he just walked down the 200 meters at night. He fell down countless times, but he still walked down." The person Roger was talking about was actually an old man who was a doorman in a tavern when he went to sea. The whole story was told to him by the bartender of the tavern. Of course, Roger did not tell Barrett that the old man did recover, but he got Alzheimer's disease a few years later.

"You mean, let me go back to that battlefield? But is it possible?" Barrett hesitated. He was not sure whether this method was suitable for him.

"How do you know if you don't try? We will help you arrange the battlefield to be more similar, and I will be your enemy. This time, you need to survive on your own. No fruit can help you." Roger's face darkened and he looked at Barrett sinisterly.

"Roger, has anyone told you that? Your acting is terrible, and your current posture isn't handsome at all." Barrett said with a twitching mouth.

"How is that possible? I don't know how many girls I charmed with this trick. Forget it. What do you think? Do you agree with this plan?" Roger's face froze instantly. He made an international friendly gesture to Barrett and turned back to the previous topic.

"When will we leave?"

"Where do you think we are going now?"

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