Self-discipline! Have You Ever Seen Marin Vando at Four in the Morning?

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　　"It's also a pity that I haven't been able to save more people in this terrible era."

　　Roy was startled.

　　Zefa's tragic life flashed through his mind.

　　Enlisted in the army at a young age,

　　hero's dream,

　　master of six,

　　The title of the black arm,

　　General's glory,

　　happy marriage,

　　the joy of giving birth,

　　the pinnacle of life,

　　The tragic death of his wife and children,

　　the smoke of war,

　　sadly lost,

　　General's retirement,

　　Obsessed with teaching and educating people,

　　The storm of the trainee ship,

　　attacking pirates,

　　Decks full of blood and corpses,

　　In the wind and rain, he was the only one left, covering his broken arm and crying.

　　The last craziness,

　　The black battle standard rises from the ruins,

　　A battlefield full of bullets,

　　The battle between master and apprentice,

　　besieged, end,

　　And the solitary grave that ends up standing on a deserted island in the New World...

　　Vivid and vivid pictures flashed through Roy's mind as if watching the flowers, and finally converged into the middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to be getting old.

　　Roy's eyes couldn't help drooping,

　　"But what..."

　　Zefa didn't notice Roy's strangeness, but continued with a smile,

　　"Isn't that what life is like?"

　　"It's full of regrets, but old man, I really have no regrets."

　　"...No regrets?" Roy murmured.

　　"Yes," Zefa smiled and nodded,

　　"Well, the old man has no regrets about being a navy."

　　"Don't always think that you have a hard life. This old man has lived on this sea for decades and has seen the suffering in the world."

　　"Some people can't eat, some people lose their families because of the pirates' looting, and some people have their wives and children separated and displaced because of the war..."

　　"You should know about the old couple, right?"

　　Roy nodded without speaking.

　　Zefa smiled disapprovingly,

　　"The old man has lost his family, so he knows how painful it is."

　　"People say that pain can make people grow, but my mother's old man would rather not have this so-called growth!!"

　　Zefa suddenly scolded, with red eyes.

　　"These pains are unnecessary for many civilians on this sea."

　　"What is justice?"

　　"Effort for what?"

　　"I don't care!!"

　　"I just want to protect this world!!"

　　"Protect the families that live in peace and happiness in this world, and prevent them from experiencing the pain that this old man has endured!!"

　　"As long as the old man goes down this road, the old man will have no regrets!"

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Chapter 37

　　Zefa's voice was deafening, and it exploded like thunder in the empty ward.

　　A majestic and vast domineering aura slowly rose from his burly figure, and it actually swayed the generous justice cloak behind him to fly freely and without wind.

　　Justice is dancing.

　　Roy stared blankly.

　　He had never seen or heard anything like that.

　　On Earth,

　　What almost everyone thinks and studies in their minds,

　　how to make money,

　　buy a bigger house,

　　Get a better car,

　　exercise for a healthier body,

　　Find your own happiness.

　　but,

　　Those who have the faith of Zefa,

　　He never saw it.

　　But······

　　But ah...

　　"You can't save everyone."

　　Roy gritted his teeth.

　　Zefa grinned,

　　"What's the point of that?"

　　"Can save one is one, can save one is one."

　　"What I can do, no one else can do, so I have the responsibility!"

　　"Stinky boy, you may not understand now, but I believe that one day, you will understand."

　　finished,

　　Zefa stretched out his big hand, patted Roy's shoulder heavily, and said earnestly:

　　"If you want to become stronger, then take good care of your injuries."

　　Roy clenched his fists subconsciously.

　　Become stronger······

　　He couldn't help but reappear in his mind the terrifying picture of Taotu's sword splitting thousands of meters, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of depression in his heart.

　　Such a terrifying power, can he really catch up?

　　Will I really be able to stand side by side with them one day?

　　This extremely distant gap made Roy feel doubtful.

　　"you can do it."

　　Zefa suddenly said.

　　Roy was stunned, then raised his head again.

　　What caught my eye was that old face full of hope and expectation.

　　"Stinky boy, be my student."

　　Zefa smiled arrogantly, with his reddish eyes full of undisguised admiration for the young man in front of him.

　　"Do you know what a person's most powerful strength is?"

　　"It's not a powerful domineering, it's not a razor-sharp sword, it's not a devil fruit..."

　　"—it's the determination to give up."