Pirate Warring States Warriors

Sengoku tasted the senbei in his hand with satisfaction, and looked at the future Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, half-lying on the ground with his back to him, using the chalk in the prison to draw lifelike, but with a hint of indescribable weirdness. Chalk drawings that just feel a little uncomfortable.

Everyone in the prison these days knows that the original warden was seriously injured by a falling dragon during the mask carnival terrorist attack, but now the prison has a powerful new brigadier general who will serve as warden for a few days.

This will undoubtedly make the criminals who have just ignited the idea of ​​​​escape cry for a while, because tomorrow the tsunami will really come, and they and others will have to endure the threat of suffocation under the sea to spend this difficult time. .

However, human nature is like this. As long as someone is worse off than them, they can hypnotize themselves and tell themselves that they can still live their lives.

No, a few days ago, almost all the members of the Supernova Pirates were arrested. That was a big pirate group with tens or even hundreds of millions of people. Normally, many pirates would run away when they heard it, but now they were just like me. to this prison.

I heard from George next door that the Supernova Pirates were the Roger Pirates. The captain seemed to be so stimulated that he went crazy. He spent all day scribbling on the walls alone. It was really pitiful for the old man who was in the same room with him. Morrie.

He used the big bone stick of a pirate who had died in prison as chalk to draw, and the drawings were quite beautiful.

It’s just that the paintings always make people feel a little uncomfortable and a little irritated.

Initially, some prisoners from the surrounding areas threw stones and peed on his house.But for some reason, as soon as the captain turned his head and glared, those people fainted like quails.

The people in the cell next to them asked them what was going on, and they couldn't explain clearly, but they were just as crazy as the captain, and they looked like they had lost their souls.Now the people around them didn't dare to talk to them, for fear that this was some kind of contagious madness.

"Your paintings are very depressing."

Warring States, who was appointed brigadier general with this merit, shook his head after looking at his painting: "I don't know how to put it, it's just too depressing."

In his previous life, he could be considered a person with artistic skills. Looking at Roger's words now, he always felt an indescribable feeling.

Roger, who was drawing on the wall sullenly, heard the voice of Warring States, stopped painting in his hands, raised his head and looked at him with a tibia: "Then can you draw a very free painting? Let me see. ."

Warring States assigned the patrol tasks to other people in the prison. He also sat on the dirty ground, took out a piece of chalk from his pocket, and drew with Roger.

During the Warring States Period, he painted sailors with guns, and Roger painted pirates who were forced to go to sea.In the Warring States Period, Roger painted people with abundant harvests, but Roger painted them in misery. It seems that the two have nothing to do with each other, but they have the same essence.

The prosperous Kingdom of Goa was painted by Roger into a cesspit, and the world's wealthy aristocrats were painted into fat pigs wearing bubbles.

He looked at the painting in Roger's hand, but couldn't find a reason to refute it. Roger, who had the ability to listen to the voices of all things, could discover the essence of things hidden under layers of decoration, and express them sharply.

The prosperity of the Kingdom of Goa is based on the exploitation of the rest of the kingdom. The prosperity it possesses is all obtained with the blood and sweat of the people. Behind the bright and beautiful capital is a valley made of garbage.

Although the world's aristocrats, the Celestial Dragons, are rich and powerful, they do nothing but eat and drink every day. They only know how to eat better and enjoy a better life, but they never regard the civilians who starve to death on the street as their own kind. .

Warring States agrees that the paintings painted by Roger are also the essence of things, but they cannot agree from his standpoint. The two people have completely different positions, but they both want to achieve the same goal.

On both sides of order and freedom, both people want to convince each other that their own method is the most effective.

Words pale in front of these two people whose faith is as solid as rock, and they can only compete against the dirty walls.

If Luo Jie painted corrupt officials and rebellious officials, then during the Warring States Period he would paint the people discussing their affairs. Roger would paint people and gods standing in harmony, and during the Warring States Period he would paint scales and weigh things.

In this troubled world where pirates are raging and people are living in dire straits, two men with the simplest dreams both believe in the existence of world unity and believe that a new era will come after the current decaying building. Different and hostile.

Roger concentrated on scraping rough paintings on the wall with his bones, but he was still unable to express the wonderful new world in his heart.

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The pirate's bones in his hand finally broke in humiliation after experiencing countless frictions.

"It would be nice to have a flag."

Roger uttered words that influenced his eventual outcome.

"A flag in people's hearts can be seen by everyone, making everyone believe that that day will come."

"But the world doesn't care about this." Warring States dropped the pen in his hand and said in a persuasive way: "You need to let them choose something simple that they know directly will benefit."

"Yeah, they get scared off too easily." Roger shook his head. “To find a gift that seems simple can actually be a signpost that leads everyone to a new era.”

"Then go find it. I'll put this head on your neck for the time being."

Sengoku stood up with a smile and took out a real piece of chalk from his pocket.He put the piece of chalk in Roger's hand, then turned and left.

"But before that, you can draw here and kill some time."

Without waiting for Roger to say anything else, he walked farther and farther away and gradually disappeared.

"Hahahaha"

In the dark cell with bright lights and shadows, there were waves of hoarse low laughter.

He clearly did not use his domineering color again, but the prisoners around the two of them, as well as Old Mori in the room, all fainted at some point.

"Buddha's Warring States Period"

"What kind of person are you?"

Pure white chalk sketched out the crooked name of the navy on the wall, and then based on this, he continued to draw more strokes.

I kept scraping with chalk, using contact surfaces of different widths to paint shadows and eyebrows, and finally painted a portrait on the wall.

It was a Buddha with shackles on his hands and eyes still filled with the color of Himmi.

With the gift of listening to all things, Roger drew the soul called Warring States.

He stared blankly at the portrait on the wall for a long time, then smiled and stretched out his hand.

The chalk in his hand happened to be used up after painting the entire painting, revealing a key with a brass luster in it.

"Thank you my kind."