Sailing: I was falsely accused of watching Nami bathe, but I'm blind.

"Kay answered respectfully again."

This time, he not only saved the town and the medicinal herbs, but also tested his growth in actual combat. Under Fujitora's guidance, he gained a deeper understanding of combat, choices, and the practice of "benevolence and righteousness".

With the threat of pirates eliminated, Medicine Spring Town returned to its former tranquility.

The townspeople were extremely grateful to Kai and treated him like an honored guest, offering him the best food and herbs to heal his wounds.

Although Kai wasn't used to this enthusiasm, feeling the townspeople's heartfelt gratitude and simple kindness, his frozen heart seemed to melt a little.

However, the calm did not last long.

A few days later, a warship flying a naval flag appeared on the distant horizon.

It slowly sailed into the harbor, and a group of naval soldiers in white uniforms with serious expressions disembarked, led by a middle-aged officer with the rank of field officer on his shoulder.

They had clearly received a tip (perhaps from the pirates who had escaped earlier, or perhaps it was a routine patrol) and came to deal with the pirate attack.

The mayor, accompanied by several elders, respectfully went to greet the naval officer and reported the situation, emphasizing how Kai, this "unknown young powerhouse," had bravely repelled the pirates and protected the town.

However, after hearing the report, the naval officer did not show any appreciation on his face. Instead, he frowned and looked Kai up and down with a suspicious and scrutinizing gaze. Kai was still injured and standing to the side.

"Oh? You single-handedly repelled the 'Black Tooth' Pirates?" The officer's tone was clearly skeptical and tinged with sarcasm. "Young man, what's your background? Which pirate crew are you from? Or a bounty hunter?" He obviously didn't believe that someone who looked so young and was blind (which he had naturally noticed) could possess such strength.

He is more inclined to believe that there is something fishy going on, or that Kai himself is a dangerous individual of unknown origin.

Kai did not answer, but simply stood there calmly.

He could clearly sense the arrogance, deep-seated suspicion, and... a subtle hostility emanating from the naval officer, stemming from the loss of "credit" or disruption of "plans."

“Hmph, whoever you are,” the officer said, seemingly even more displeased at not getting a reply. “Defeating pirates is the duty of our navy! You, an unknown person, have interfered without authorization and even killed the pirate leader (he has already examined the body). This is an overreach of authority! According to regulations, I will take you back to base for investigation!” As he spoke, he gestured for the soldiers behind him to step forward, seemingly intending to forcibly take Kai away.

The town's mayor and elders were shocked to see this and rushed forward to plead for Kai and explain the situation.

But the officer wouldn't listen, remaining adamant and convinced that Kai was the one with the problem.

Chapter 43 The Most Wounding Weapon

Kai frowned as well.

He never expected that his intervention to help the town and repel the evil pirates would not earn him gratitude from the Navy, but rather suspicion and hostility! Is this what they call "justice"? Is this the "protection" that the townspeople depend on for their survival?

For the first time, he directly experienced the bureaucracy, rigid thinking, and "justice" that might exist within the Navy, which was not purely for the protection of civilians but was mixed with utilitarianism, prejudice, and even malice.

This stands in stark contrast to the situation described by Fujitora and the "benevolent justice" he envisioned.

Just as the naval soldiers were about to step forward and make their move, Fujitora, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, coughed softly.

It was just a soft cough, yet it seemed to carry some strange magic.

The naval soldiers who were about to step forward suddenly froze, as if blocked by an invisible wall, unable to advance even an inch.

The tough-looking naval officer also felt an inexplicable pressure envelop him, making it hard to breathe and his face turn pale instantly.

He looked at Fujitora, who was leaning on his cane and sword, with his eyes closed, as if he were just an ordinary old man, with suspicion and uncertainty. For the first time, a sense of fear rose in his heart.

“Sir,” Fujitora began slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority, “this young man’s act of repelling the pirates was a righteous one.”

All residents of the town can testify.

His origins are irrelevant to this matter.

If the navy interferes with, or even slanders and frames, actions that punish evil and promote good, then the 'justice' represented by this uniform is utterly ridiculous.

Although Fujitora's words were calm, the pressure and sarcasm contained within them made the naval officer's face turn pale and then red.

He could sense that the blind old man in front of him was no ordinary person, and that he had probably kicked a hornet's nest.

After weighing the pros and cons, he finally dared not insist any further. He simply snorted and said, "I will report this matter truthfully," before slinking away with his men.

Watching the naval warships disappear into the distance, Kai felt a complex mix of emotions.

Fujitora's strength once again shocked him, but the attitude and behavior of the naval officers left a shadow in his heart.

Fujitora walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder: "How are you feeling?"

Kai was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I understand."

Justice is not always in uniform.

Order can sometimes become an accomplice to wrongdoing.

"

Fujitora nodded: "It's good that you can see that."

However, this does not mean that order should be completely rejected.

A world without any order will only become more chaotic and cruel.

The key is how to establish and maintain an order that truly represents 'benevolence and righteousness'.

It's a long and difficult road.

"

This experience made Kai have deep doubts about simply joining the Navy.

He realized that even within the Navy, which claimed to represent justice, there were all sorts of complexities and darkness.

But at the same time, he also gained a deeper understanding of the importance of "order" itself, as Fujitora had said.

Finding a balance between chaos and order, freedom and constraints, and individual justice and collective rules has become a difficult problem that he will need to constantly think about and explore in the future.

After the events in Medicine Spring Town and the brief conflict with the Navy, Kai's mind became more mature and complex.

He has gained a deeper understanding of power, justice, order, and his own path.

However, no matter how much he grew up, the scar deep in his heart left by betrayal never truly healed.

It's like an undercurrent lurking beneath a calm lake, which can suddenly surge forth and drag him into the abyss of painful memories.

On a quiet night, Kai and Fujitora rested on a cliff overlooking the sea.

The campfire crackled and popped, while the sea breeze carried the sound of distant waves.

Kai is engaged in his daily training in domineering power, striving to extend his senses to more distant seas and listen to the subtle "voices of all things".

Fujitora sat to the side, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, or perhaps sensing something.

Suddenly, he spoke as if casually, "Kay, the relationships between people are quite peculiar."

Sometimes, treating someone with utmost sincerity only results in being pierced by a sharp blade.

Sometimes, even strangers can sense a rare sincerity in each other.

Perhaps the most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart.

The word 'trust' is often the most hurtful weapon.

"

Fujitora's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves in Kai's heart!

"Trust"... "Betrayal"...

These two words, like two red-hot branding irons, were deeply imprinted on the depths of his soul!

In an instant, those painful memories that he had deliberately suppressed and buried deep in his heart surged out like a flood bursting its banks!

He felt as if he had returned to the courtyard of Whispering Town, seeing Luffy's angry and resolute eyes, hearing Nami's tearful and disgusted accusations, feeling Sanji's guilty and framing "testimony," and the cold, suspicious, and ultimately indifferent gazes of all his companions...

The ship that carried all his hopes and ties, the resolute departing figure...

The loneliness and despair of being abandoned on a strange island...

The helplessness and anger of being bullied by thugs...

Scene after scene, sound after sound, like the most vicious curse, replayed and intertwined wildly in his mind!

"Ugh—!" Kai let out a suppressed roar of pain, his body trembling violently! He felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, almost suffocating him!

A chaotic, violent, and domineering aura, filled with endless rage, pain, and a destructive desire, erupted uncontrollably from his body! This disordered aura, like a black storm, swept through the space around him, causing the campfire flames to flicker violently and even the surrounding rocks to tremble slightly! Black flames seemed to burn in his empty eyes as well!

This was the first time he had ever completely lost control of his emotions since being abandoned! The scar that he had forcibly suppressed for so long finally burst open completely after being touched by Fujitora's seemingly unintentional words!

Fujitora neither stopped him nor tried to appease him.

He simply sat there quietly, like a rock, letting the violent, domineering aura emanating from Kai impact him.

He calmly "watched" (perceived) Kai struggling, roaring, and venting in that abyss of pain.

He knew that some pain was better addressed through intervention than suppression.

Only by fully releasing pent-up emotions can one truly confront them, understand them, and ultimately... transcend them.

Chapter 44 Armament Haki

After a very long time, Kai's violent aura gradually subsided.

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just survived a battle more exhausting than any other.

His eyes still held traces of pain and anger, but the uncontrollable destructive urge had subsided considerably.

Fujitora then spoke slowly, his voice calm and gentle, carrying a wisdom born of experience:

"It seems you are carrying a deep wound in your heart."

"