Pirates Into the Navy

"El, come here and learn fishman karate with me. You will become very powerful." 15-year-old Kerla was practicing her right fist. She shouted to the boy who was sitting in a daze on the white stone on the shore, but He was patted on the head by the fishman master next to him.

"Focus on Korra."

"It's boring to still hit the water after two years of not practicing." Al replied.

"Al, just follow me and practice the hard claw technique." Sabo, with the back of his hand bulging and a weird posture, jumped behind Al. "Mr. Dorag said that after I can break rocks with my hands, he will teach me My more powerful trick.”

"That's your signature," Al frowned, "I can't steal the limelight from you." Sabo scratched his head, not understanding what Al meant.

Another afternoon, Baldigo welcomed his master.

Dorag sat next to Al and looked at the sea level in the distance with him.

"Al."

"What are you thinking about?" Dolag has a ferocious face and is not angry or intimidating, but he is always very gentle when facing children and comrades.

"I want to go to sea." Al replied dully.The life of the revolutionary army is not what he originally imagined. Cadres rarely come back, and the level of masters on the island is not high. Sabo can already perform tasks, but he can only waste time on the island.

Now is a good time to rush for development. Wouldn't it be nice to find those big guys based on memory? Luffy has never seen them.

"Let me go to sea with the commander of the Eastern Army, Mr. Xiong, or the leader."

"There are so many people suffering in this world, and I can't waste time on the island." Although it sounds false, this sentence can be regarded as his sincerity.

Dorag rubbed Al's head with his hand, and the smile on his cold face was particularly kind.

"The sea is very vast, and there are countless dangers lurking under the surface. The relationships between pirates, the navy, the government, and the Shichibukai are complicated and intertwined, and it is not something that a child like you can solve."

“Without ability, it’s impossible to help others.”

"Al, do you want to learn swordsmanship?" Dorag suddenly asked.

"Learning swords." Al looked up at the leader with excitement and confusion. He had been in Bardigo for two years, and he had never heard that Dorag could use a sword.

"Don't look at me. I can't teach you my swordsmanship, nor is it suitable for you, but I will bring the master here."

"If you want to learn swordsmanship, you must promise me one thing first." Dorag said with a smile.

What's going on? Al felt a little wary. He didn't want me to be a subordinate of the Demon King after I finish my studies. I can't stand this grievance.

"You have to promise me that you can't go to sea until I allow you to go to sea. You can only wait for the opportunity on the island."

"In the future, Kerra will go out on missions, and your brother Sabo will be away from the island for more and more time, but you have to stay on the island and wait for instructions. Can you promise me?"

"Yes." Al's unhesitating tone surprised Dorag.

"It's very lonely to be alone on the island. Without friends or familiar people, you will feel very hard."

As long as he can learn skills, it doesn't matter. Al was very excited, but after the excitement, he was a little worried. The leader would not find some pheasant masters for him to come back.

Within a few days, Al was dumbfounded by the first master who appeared. This man wore wooden clogs, round-rimmed glasses, a wooden knife on his waist, and a gentle smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Mr. Dorag, is this my student?"

"My gym is full of kids about your age. Do you want to go there with me?"

"What a shame, there's a kid with whom I thought you could be good friends."

In the following years, famous figures appeared one after another, and Al's initial shock turned to numbness. He finally understood how terrifying the power was hidden behind the revolutionary army that had been lurking.

This power is enough to overturn the world.

The time came before Aldejima.

"Al, you really don't plan to bring this sword with you," Kerra, who was helping Al pack his luggage, said with some confusion.

"No need," Al didn't look back, "When I really deserve it, I'll take it away in a glorious way."

"It sounds like a proposal." Kerra muttered, having never seen such a strange swordsman before.

Sheila hesitated for a long time, then reluctantly handed the sword to Al's hand, not forgetting to say: "Use with care and return it to me after use."

The hilt of this sword is made of ebony. The junction between the hilt and the sword body is connected by four metal hollows. There is a white crystal in the middle, which looks like a gem.The sword is all gray and white, shining brightly on a moonlit night.

"It's a good sword." Al couldn't put it down. "It would be better if it wasn't a Western sword."

"If you don't want to use it, just give it back to me."

"When you're ready, let me see your swordsmanship." Schneider posed, full of energy. Only then did he finally realize that he was also a swordsman.

Al switched to holding the sword with both hands, holding the guard with his right hand. His left hand was close to the round end of the sword hilt. He leaned sideways and raised the sword over his shoulders. The metallic luster flowed on the sword, reflecting El's expressionless face. This For a moment, Al's temperament suddenly changed, and his whole person was like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath. Siela next to him felt it most clearly. She gritted her teeth and forced herself not to retreat.

Although Al hadn't taken action yet, Schneider felt that there was a sword hanging above his head, with its blade between his eyebrows, and Schneider's hands and feet were restrained. His eyes were fixed on the sword, and he didn't know. When will it fall.

Al is really a master of swordsmanship. Big beads of sweat were dripping from Schneider's forehead. After being locked by Al's aura, he realized that the gap between himself and his opponent was equally astonishing.

However, this was the last chance. Schneider took off the gourd from his waist with trembling hands and took a big sip of wine.

"Schneider, have you heard of Wano?" Al's voice was calm, but in Sakis' and his ears it sounded as sharp as a blade. These crew members couldn't bear the sword energy.Sakis backed up dozens of meters with Richie on his back, and they looked at Schneider with wide eyes, tears on their faces but unwilling to make a sound.

"I've only heard that the wine there is good in Wano Country." Schneider didn't understand what Al meant. Logically speaking, with Al's strength, he didn't need to distract himself by talking.

Schneider from Wano Country finally remembered. Speaking of which, there was someone from Wano Country in the village, and Chiyoko was named by that person.

"There is a tradition in the country of Wano that before a person dies, he will compose a farewell sentence for himself, symbolizing that he has been in this world." Al's momentum became more and more amazing, and Sheila discovered that the Theia in his hand actually followed Al Her breath gave off a dazzling light, and the gray-white gem turned golden, and it seemed to be filled with blazing golden flames. She had never seen such a scene since she got the sword.

Does this mean that Theia recognizes Al more than she? Sheila bit her lower lip, blood oozing from her white lips.

"Write a sentence for me." Schneider smiled, his momentum reaching its peak. This was the first time since he became a swordsman that he used all his strength without reservation.

Swordsmen originally pointed at the group of people who were born from death.

Al's face was illuminated by golden light, which actually gave him a somewhat sacred aura. The light penetrated the darkness, and the entire east coast was like daylight.

"Then let me write a sentence for you." Al's breathing was steady and his momentum was restrained, becoming the same as before.

"Forty-nine years of sleep, one period of pain and a glass of wine."

After the light dissipated, Sheila could barely see that there was still a little light at the front of Theia's sword.

"...I'm only 41." Before Schneider could finish his words, Al had already appeared behind him.

The last scene that remained in Schneider's field of vision was a golden flash of light, drawing a straight line in the dark night.

"One sword, dawn." Al's voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

Breaking dawn should mean dawn, right? Two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen in the golden light. They were holding one hand, while the other hand was waiting for him.

Schneider fell to the ground with a crash. It was only then that the crew behind him dared to make a sound, and the wailing sound echoed through the night sky.

The night is about to pass, and on the sea level not far away, a red circle is rising.

Al walked up to Schneider, reached out and took off the wine bottle from his waist, raised his head and took a big sip.

"How can this wine be so sweet?"