When you are in Pirates, you can sneak into the Straw Hat Pirates

The film was released in 1989.

"... Oda has fallen from the altar, and Wano Country is too bad."

"I think it's pretty good. A few minor flaws in his works over the years are not enough to cover up his merits."

...

Lv Feng turned off his computer in a depressed mood. He looked at the arguments of netizens and felt that everyone was right, but he couldn't relieve his depression at all.

It was late at night outside. He came out of the Internet cafe and ran to a convenience store nearby to buy a few bottles of white wine. He looked fierce and poured all the white wine into his mouth.

Unemployment and breakup followed one after another.

Just by saying something bad about Oda on his company's own media account, he attracted overwhelming ridicule. Netizens' keyboards turned into sharp swords stabbing into his heart. His boss was very considerate to "protect" him and let him go home to rest and change his career.

His girlfriend also broke up with him mercilessly because of the reason that "being obsessed with the second dimension is too childish."

"Why bother to say these reasons? I know that the son of your company's boss is pursuing you... I have been doing this since graduation. It's too outrageous to suddenly say that I am childish." Lv Feng looked at the bright street lights with drunken eyes and muttered to himself.

The street lights suddenly flashed, flickering and looking very weird, and then it was dark directly. Even the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, and the pitch-black night invaded Lv Feng.

...

"You're awake~ Eat something quickly." A tender female voice sounded, and Lv Feng sat up from the bed, covering his head, and looked around in disbelief.

The obvious Neon Dojo, I don't know how many times I have seen it in anime. It is impossible for such a place to exist near where I live, and the female voice is speaking Neon. Even though I can only understand a few words, I can understand it completely now.

"Where is this...?" The words spoken by her mouth also turned into Neon. Lv Feng felt that the world had become incomprehensible, and everything in front of him was destroying his worldview.

"This is the Sun and Moon Dojo. How come you are lying in the jungle? If I hadn't gone there to pick fruits yesterday, you would have been taken away by a wild beast. By the way, my name is Endo Aya, you can call me Xiaomai, what's your name?" Xiaomai's voice sounded very gentle.

Endo Aya... Xiaomai... Togashi Yoshihiro? Are you kidding? The corners of Lu Feng's eyes twitched a little. He didn't know who would play with him at such a high price. He said angrily: "My name is Meilu Em, and I don't know why I am here."

As he spoke, he reached for the bowl beside the bed. When he saw his hand, he froze again. Then he rushed out of the room and ran to a pool. When he saw the child in the reflection who was at most 10 years old, it was as if a thunderbolt from the clear sky struck his head.

...This shouldn't be a joke on me, so I am traveling through time? It must be traveling through time! He searched his memories hard. According to Togashi Yoshihiro's setting, Xiaomai should be a child from a poor family. It is impossible for her to appear in such a large dojo, so...where the hell is this.

"Em...what's wrong with you?" Xiaomai looked at the child in front of him and was a little confused. Could it be that he picked up a lunatic? This will be scolded by his grandfather.

Em (Lv Feng) took a deep breath and replied softly: "It's okay... It's just that something bad happened. It seems that there is something wrong with my memory. I can't remember many things."

Xiaomi lowered her head sadly when she heard this, and then as if she had made up her mind, she said firmly: "It's okay, this will be your home in the future. I will tell grandpa to adopt you right away!"

"...Xiaomi, it's okay for you to pick up small animals, but why are you picking up people now?" An old and helpless voice came into the ears of the two people. A thin old man stood behind them and scratched his head in annoyance.

"Grandpa~ He is very pitiful. He can't even remember his memory. Just adopt him~" Xiaomai jumped to the old man, took his hand, and shook it. How could anyone bear it?

"...Okay, okay, I will listen to Xiaomai. Boy, come with me." The old man waved to Em helplessly, sighed and walked into the dojo.

Xiaomai secretly made a face to Em and followed him first.

Em pouted and wiped his face, then took a step forward and followed. This step was the first step towards becoming a legend.

…

"Boy, you will become my disciple now and live in this dojo in the future.

"The old man sat in the middle, with a smug look on his face, and there were horrible scars on his wrists when he stretched out his sleeves.

Em looked at the old man in front of him with suspicion, and always felt that there was something wrong with the beginning of this time travel.

Being suspected by the child, the old man's face was a little embarrassed, and he reached out and picked up a bamboo sword from the side, and gently tapped Em three times.

Em's body softened and knelt on the ground, but the disgust on his face turned into surprise.

...Is this the treatment of the protagonist? At the beginning, he encountered a hidden boss. Em lay on the ground and shouted respectfully: "Master, please accept the disciple's worship."

This sentence stunned the old man, and he shook his head and laughed: "Just call me teacher, I will teach you with all my heart. To survive in this world, you can't do without some strength. Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of it. "

"ojbk...I mean it's good~" Em smiled very flatteringly, looking like he had never seen the world.

...

"Swing! Chop! Flirt! "Accompanied by the old man's shout, Em was sweating and training with a bamboo sword. One after another ordinary moves hit the air with a whirring sound.

... No one told me that training was so tiring. Em was doing the movements mechanically, and his mind was still complaining, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Adjust your breathing!"

The old man's voice exploded in Em's ears, and his body kept up with the rhythm faster than his consciousness. The air hissed into his lungs. Em swung the bamboo sword in his hand fiercely, and a faint flame appeared on the trace of the swing, drawing a beautiful arc.

Em and the old man were stunned at the same time, watching the faint flame dissipate in the air.

"Cough... Not bad, not bad, continue training." The old man pinched his trembling hands and walked to the side, mumbling: "... This guy has such a perverted talent? How could he appear in this ghost place. But I am a knife maker, this guy can never surpass my skills! Hum..."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted towards a mottled knife placed on the wall in the middle of the dojo, looking at it gently as if he was looking at wheat, and seemed a little neurotic.