I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

　　 After being presented with various extra juices from the cafeteria for a few days, Ion couldn't help but whispered to the cafeteria uncle navy that he was an adult and that he didn't have any responsibilities to take on at the moment. Drinking too much juice is not good.

　　Yaen’s original intention was to express that he is an adult and he doesn’t need to send him juice every day like a child.

　　 And he didn't take up any duties on the warships on weekdays, and he was not embarrassed to enjoy this special treatment. Drinking too much juice would be bad for your health.

　　 After only thinking for a moment, the uncle navy in the cafeteria showed a sudden look on his face, as if he had completely understood Ion's meaning, and said. "I see."

　　 Then, the uncle navy snatched the kettle from Ion's hand and walked surreptitiously to the back kitchen.

　　 In this scene, Ion's head is full of question marks.

　　 Is it possible... Uncle Navy thought I meant to let him sneak a little bit. Don’t be so open?

　　 However, Ion didn't know it was, the uncle navy who was holding the kettle sneaked into the warehouse in the back kitchen, quietly took out the sealed wine and poured it into Ion's kettle.

　　 Immediately, the uncle navy handed the full water bottle to Ion, winking his eyebrows, and said.

　　 "Brother Ion, this is a good thing, don't let other colleagues see it."

　　 For this, Ion had no choice but to thank him, and continued to walk back to his room staggeringly like a seasick.

　　 After that, Ion, who had almost never touched wine since the crossing, subconsciously took a sip like a fruit juice.

　　 "Why is this smell a bit...upper? It's a bit familiar..."

　　 Ion, who was deeply puzzled, took another sip in order to find out, swallowing and smashing his mouth, feeling the taste a bit familiar.

　　 It wasn't until... after Ian felt that he was a little ecstatic, his slightly confused brain woke up abruptly for a moment, and muttered.

　　 "Oh, **** it, it's the feeling of alcohol..."

　　 It's just that Ion was completely on his head at this moment, and he couldn't restrain the urge to continue drinking, even driven by his drunkenness, Ion sang loudly.

　　 "Life...life..."

　　 "Life is just a few autumns, you can't give up if you don't get drunk..."

　　 And this singing also brought Kuzan, who was not far away, over, looking at Ion's somewhat sloppy appearance, couldn't help but question.

　　 "Ion, did you drink in broad daylight? The wine you got there?"

　　 In response, Ion, who was in a drunk state, waved his hand casually, tilted his head, and said with a smile.

　　 "Brother Kuzan, don't care about this kind of...this kind of details. As the saying goes, when I get drunk and relieve my thousands of sorrows, I am also depressed. The feeling of complete relaxation is really great."

　　 "Really?" Kuzan frowned slightly and said.

　　 "Would you like something?" Ion sent out an invitation.

　　 Immediately, when Kuzan was a little moved, but he hesitated because of the military discipline he had been observing in the past, Ion pulled in Kuzan who was standing at the door, and then closed the door.

"drink!"

　　 Yaen casually found a cup in the room and poured a cup full of Dangdang for Kuzan.

　　 "Forget it, the military discipline has clearly stipulated that you can't drink during non-rest time. This is not appropriate." Kuzan hesitated, shook his head and refused.

　　 "What's this?"

　　 Yaen opened his drunk eyes, persuading him to drink.

　　 "Don't Karp sleep every day? He still becomes a naval hero. So, Brother Kuzan, having a few flaws will only make it more acceptable."

　　 Kuzan who also rarely drinks alcohol thought about it, but was moved by Ion's words, frowning and drank a glass of wine.

　　 For a while, the atmosphere on the scene became a lot more harmonious and relaxed in an instant, Kuzan also asked casually.

　　 "Ion, I'll forget it, what trouble can you have?"

　　 "Ha, my troubles? That naturally comes from the navy, but also from this sea, and even this era."

　　 Fortunately, Ion still has some sense, knowing to hide some important keywords, but said vaguely.

　　 "Don’t Kuzan think that the navy is not pure enough? Don’t you think this sea is too chaotic? Don’t you think this era is simply terrible?"

　　 Ku praised the words, and the look in Ion's eyes became somewhat surprised.

　　 In Kuzan’s impression, Ion has always resisted meritorious service, thinking that he is just a very kind, but extremely motivated second-generation army.

　　 "It seems that Ion, you really are not as simple as the surface." Kuzan said.

　　 "Sure, who doesn't a normal person hide a hand of six, seven, eight, or ninety cards?" Ion replied with a natural expression.

　　...

　　 Kuzan.

　　 Hearing these words, Kuzan felt inexplicably that he was not a normal person.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Kuzan subconsciously drank another gulp of wine, and asked inexplicably. "Why are you hiding so many cards?"

　　 "Of course it is for...revolution..."

　　 Yaen tilted his head and said instead.

　　 "For justice, after all, everyone's justice is different. Perhaps given the many restrictions and the justice of others, I can't hold on to it, but hiding the cards allows me to accomplish my justice in secret."

　　 This sentence caused Kuzan, who was confused and self-doubt during this time, into deep thought.

Yeah?

　　 Indeed, because everyone has different ideas and positions, justice will naturally be different.

　　 Just like there is a great conflict with Sakaski’s ideas, if I conflict with Sakaski every time, this is obviously inappropriate.

　　 Especially in the future, if there is a civil war between the admirals of the "highest naval power", it will greatly affect the prestige of the navy and cause the pirates on this sea to become more riot and rampant.

　　 But if the things that my justice cannot tolerate happen, what is the meaning of everything I insist on as a navy?

　　Yaen is right, it’s better than...

"Hey…"

　　 Just then, Ion shook the empty hip flask and said. "Brother Kuzan, go get some wine."

　　 Kuzan thought for a moment, his tight face seemed relieved a lot, and he agreed and walked outside the door.

　　 "By the way, don't forget to get some peanuts, kelp, etc..." Behind Kuzan, Ion yelled to remind him.

　　 "Got it!" Kuzan replied.

　　 Soon, as Kuzanzhe returned, there were several navies behind him, holding a large jar of wine and a large number of various side dishes.

"I…"

　　 Ion, who was in a drunken state, tilted his head and muttered vaguely. "Did you take Kuzan away?"