This Navy Can Have A Place, White Beard He Really Has The Courage To Kill!

Military academy.

Office of the Chief Instructor.

Zefa stood alone in front of the window, looking at the naval boy who was full of illness and shook his fist towards the sky in front of the gate of the distant military academy, and a soft smile could not help but appear on his old face.

“What a nice young man,”

he muttered softly, his already clearly wrinkled eyes, but his eyes were in a trance.

That figure reminded him of his younger self.

Zefa in the past, like Ron now, is positive, sunny and confident, even if he falls or is injured, he grits his teeth and laughs at life.

People do not take teenagers lightly, this is the best stage of life.

The confidence on the face

, the kindness that grows

in the heart, the knowledge that enriches the brain, the

backbone and dignity that flows in the blood…

The strength portrayed in the bones

, the sunny smile that rises at the corner of the mouth, and

the dream hidden in the heart.

Zefa looked at the face full of vicissitudes reflected on the glass window and sighed with emotion.

He lit a cigar.

Smoke covered Zefa’s face, making the mottled wrinkles on his face appear more and more profound.

That night, he still didn’t sleep well.

When did it start?

Late every night was a silent torture for him.

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his desk.

On the desk, there is an old picture frame.

As if because of the shadows in the room, the figures in the photo have become blurred, and only three faint shadows can be faintly seen.

One of them was tall and majestic, with his head held high, and the national character who had never smiled smiling had a stiff and restrained smile on his face.

He wore a snow-white general cloak, and his short purple hair bloomed like waves.

Standing next to him was a woman with a gentle and weak temperament.

She was wearing a white dress, and she couldn’t see her face clearly, but her eyes were looking at her husband’s back with love.

She holds a baby in her arms.

The picture frame is old.

Memories are always new.

Zefa’s eyes reddened.

“Dry… Smoked to the eyes.

He said in a hoarse voice.

How many years?

He can’t remember exactly.

Since they were killed by pirates, Zefa has not returned to that home.

He also hadn’t slept properly in years.

Fortunately, during the day, it is noisy, and Gion often comes to visit him.

But in the dead of night, emotions that I thought were well forgotten and buried would come flooding in.

The book says that people who have not cried for a long night are not enough to speak life.

But Zefa sometimes thinks, this life… What a fuck.

He took a hard sip of his cigar and coughed straight out of his chokes.

Any regrets?

Any regrets?

He didn’t know, he couldn’t give an answer.

Becoming a hero has been his dream since childhood.

He did it.

Admiral, high-ranking high-ranking officer;

A happy family, a happy wife and children;

He should have been in good spirits.

And then…… The pirates killed his wife and children.

Disappointment, despair, and pain, he retired from his position as a general.

He was again alone.

Is this the fate of heroes?

This is the fate of the military?

Zefa asked himself that he had never made any mistakes.

He has compassion for the world, he faces everything bravely, he holds fast to the justice in his heart, he is full of kindness to all….

Even in the face of the most criminal pirates and cunning gangsters, he has never been a killer.

Sengoku repeatedly called him pedantic;

Karp laughed at his stubbornness many times.

But Zefa insisted on going his own way.

Why?

He always believes that there is a truth, goodness and beauty in everyone’s heart.

Isn’t it?

The most important point, if killing is used to enforce justice, then what is the point of justice?

What is the point of the navy and the armies of ordinary countries?

Can killing end this era of sea thieves?

It won’t.

I just didn’t expect that in the

end….

A naval admiral who claims to “not kill” failed to protect his wife and children.

What a fucking world….

Even after so many years, he can clearly remember the scene back then.

The kind and gentle wife fell in a pool of blood, her eyes dilated.

Having lost her vitality, she still hugged her son tightly.

Zefa suddenly stumbled, clutching the desk tightly with one hand, and gasped.

Unconsciously, he looked at the old yellowed photo blankly, and his face was already full of tears.

Ding dong…… Ding-dong….

At this time, a long bell came from the window.

The bell of the military school.

Zefa took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

A minute later, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and casually draped the cloak of justice hanging next to him behind him.

He dragged his heavy robotic arm to the mirror, expressionlessly arranging his black tie and military uniform.

The sunlight outside the window slowly shone in and moved to Zefa’s body, reflecting his figure in a golden yellow.

He put on a pair of sunglasses and strode out the door.

If the past countless dark nights of crying were like

the next day, whenever the sun rose the next day and

the bell of the military school echoed,

this old man who could not sleep in the middle of the night

would still put on his military uniform again and

walk out with his head held high.

Regret, yes.

Pain, innumerable.

But ahhh

He’s a soldier!

This world still needs him to protect!

In the distance

, brilliant sunlight pierced the clouds, dispelled the icy fog, and illuminated the world.

The harsh sea breeze whistled unhindered on the land of Marin Fandor, where military fortresses were lined with military fortresses, and the snow-white seagull flags danced in the sky.

Zefa strode towards the distant school grounds, his steps firm.

Behind him

, on the snow-white and wide cloak, the

two big words “justice” were

like a soaring dragon dancing!