Pirates of the Holy Light Sword

Chapter 38 In the Name of Sandbags...

"It means that you will conduct closed training in the next year?"

Wright was biting the senbei—he stole it from the old man Garp. Anyway, the old man Garp also got it from the general of the Warring States period: "Come on Rossi, have some senbei? Let me tell you, this is the general of the Warring States period." A treasured taste! I would not be willing to take it out for ordinary people!"

Sitting on the sofa opposite Wright, Rossinindi looked helplessly at Wright gorging on the rare crackers that Garp had brought from his father, completely powerless to complain.

"...You eat it, I often eat this flavor." Rossindi held back for a while and finally couldn't help complaining: "You have only been with Mr. Karp for two months, and you have taken Mr. Karp's "essence" 'The whole school is here?"

"Rosie, you don't understand." Wright looked out of the window with a sad face. This is Lieutenant General Garp's office. The scenery outside the window cannot be said to be bad, but in Wright's eyes, everything related to Garp has There is some inexplicable feeling.

Deep tingling.

"Do you think I have changed in the past two months?" Sighing, Wright was powerless.

"...It looks stronger, and the breath is stronger?" Rossindi seemed to think of something, and his eyes became strange.

"Wrong, more haggard."

"Long-term and huge mental stimulation can lead to haggardness. Simply put, it can lead to loss of appetite, listlessness, incoherent speech, unwillingness to get up, and irregular toileting..."

The corners of Rossindi's eyes twitched violently—you look so haggard, except for the last two of the symptoms you mentioned, you showed me the first few!
You eat and drink in front of me, chatter endlessly, and tell me that you have loss of appetite, listlessness, and incoherent speech?
"Brother, what I eat is not senbei, it's heart stuffing..."

"These two months have been hell... You went to secret training, so you don't know about it—there are very few people in the headquarters who don't know about it."

"Every day, on average, I would be hanged and beaten for eight hours by Garp's stinky old man-it was completely hanged!"

"I'm so famous in the headquarters, okay? Up to the Marshal of the sky, down to the new sailors, how many of them don't know that the old man Garp has a sandbag major under his command?!"

"Ah—my face, my image, my style, my future..."

"It was all ruined by that smelly old man ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Looking at Wright, who was falling into memories and began to be incompetent and furious, Rossindi expressed a feeling of deja vu with a little pleasure: "Sometimes, it is unfortunate to have a strong healing ability..."

Regarding this point, Rossindi is also a little embarrassed--her father, General Warring States, looks mighty and serious on the surface, gentle and wise, but in fact he is an old joke like Lieutenant General Garp--Lieutenant General Garp in the headquarters A newly promoted major can struggle for two months. Without the acquiescence of his father...or even personally participating, it would be impossible to justify it.

After all, Dad and Mr. Karp have a good impression of Wright. Since joining the navy, the two big brothers have stood behind Wright. First, Mr. Zefa personally taught him, and now Mr. Karp looks like him. It's my father's handwriting.

Cough, it's better not to say anything about this matter.

"That... Wright," Rossindi, who felt that he was seriously digressing, had to bring the topic back abruptly: "I just said to make an appointment to meet...Why did you come to Mr. Karp's office?"

"And, isn't Mr. Karp here?"

"..."

Wright came back to his senses and glanced at Rossindi with a strange look on his face: "Che, don't you know where old man Karp likes to go most? This office is big and quiet, perfect for talking about things."

"And the old man Garp found out that the senbei was stolen by me in the morning...cough, after eating the senbei, he would never come back before get off work. If it wasn't because of Rossi, this sad... huh... Kacha Kacha ..."

Rossindi rested his right hand on his forehead, of course he knew where Karp was going - his father's roar had already faintly sounded in his ears: "Bastard Karp! That's my favorite flavor!"

Wright had already thought about what Rosindi came to find him for, so he made a few jokes to relax, and then he became serious: "So, Rosie, you asked me out today, what's the problem?"

"The thing you have to do?"

"...I can't hide it from you." Rossindi said with a wry smile, "I just finished my training, and the smoker went on a mission with Lieutenant General Kuzan, so I can only discuss it with you."

"Wright, you are the best of our class, whether it is combat effectiveness or smart military strategy. Therefore, I want to ask you a question."

"If you practice justice, but your closest relative is an extremely evil person, how will you stop his madness when force is insufficient?"

"..." Wright looked at Rossindi fixedly: "No matter how evil a person is, no matter how powerful he is, he is still a person, but if his plans are big, he will definitely establish his own power, and the evil with a powerful evil leader Power is the real threat."

"As a close relative, your only advantage is that it is easier to gain his trust and tolerance. It is the only light he may have in the dark. Your existence itself is a shackle that restricts his madness."

"Conversely, if you betray him, or die..." Wright took a bite of the senbei, and turned his gaze to the table in front of him: "Then he is very likely to lose all restraints, destroy everything around him first, and then destroy himself."

"I think there are two ways."

"First, become overwhelmingly powerful, and then fight him one-on-one, press him on the ground and rub hard, tell him that the big fist is right, if you want to do evil, beat me first!"

"Second, destroy his foundation and prevent him from developing his power. Assassination, alienation, undercover, use everything to the extreme, grasp the lifeline or major weakness of his power, and launch it in one fell swoop when the time is right, so that his power will fall apart - alone , there will be no storms in this sea."

"If it were you, you would definitely choose the first one!" Rossindi smiled, as if he had made up his mind: "After all, you have such ability, potential, and character."

"That is to say, you will choose the second." Wright raised his eyelids and looked at Rossindi, who took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath...

Wright looked at Rosindi's burning shirt shoulders with a dark face: "Stop pulling! You half-baked character is a wool undercover agent!"

After scrambling to put out the fire on his shoulders, Rosinendi stood up and said goodbye: "Thank you for helping me make up my mind, Wright."

"I don't, I don't know, don't talk nonsense!" Wright rolled his eyes, looking at the back of Rosindi as he pushed the door.

"...Don't die."

"...I'm just doing closed training for a year, so serious, don't think about me~"

"Get out! Immediately! Immediately!"

(End of this chapter)