The Pirate of the Void Throne

"If...even I fall, who can come to save Alabasta..."

Kosha held a sword in one hand, and his tragic figure stood facing the wind.

His voice was hoarse, as if due to the heavy injuries on his body.

The wind gradually died down.

Hearing these plain words, Crocodile was stunned.

The man in front of me,

In order to protect Alabasta, I would rather give my life and fight to the end...

very stupid,

It's really stupid, isn't it...

But Crocodile's eyes were a little dazed.

He opened his mouth, feeling his throat dry.

He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He couldn't laugh at the man in front of him.

What qualifications does he have to laugh at a man who is pursuing his dream...

What everyone protects in their heart is different.

Some people want to protect their friends,

Some people want to protect their families,

There are also people who want to protect their country and everything in their hearts...

In this selfish world, it seems very stupid.

But a man who is doing everything he can to move towards the goal in his heart.

Really handsome, isn't he?

Crocodile's eyes fell on Kosha.

The latter's body was covered with deep or shallow wounds, especially the abdomen, which was still bleeding.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood at his feet.

But he still stood, staring closely at Crocodile, clenching the sword in his hand, and assuming a fighting posture.

His expression was extremely firm, without any wavering.

Maybe...it is precisely because of such stupid people that the world becomes extremely beautiful,

If everyone was selfish, the world would be hopeless.

"Crocodile..."

Kosha suddenly said:

"I want to ask you a question,"

"What was the most glorious moment in your life?"

Crocodile was stunned, and before he could speak, he heard Kosha continue:

"It's time to become King Shichibukai,"

"Or is it when you are brave enough to venture into the new world and spread your name across the sea?"

"Or... when it comes to fighting the strongest man in the world, Whitebeard?"

"But for me..."

Kosha smiled, with a hint of freedom and ease in his expression.

"The most glorious moment in this life is now!"

Yes.

In my previous life, I was just an ordinary little person.

Punch in, go to work, get off work every day...

I get up early and come home late every day, and occasionally work overtime until late at night without any pay.

Every day I returned to my small room tiredly, lying on the bed and watching videos, and the day passed quickly.

Day after day, year after year.

Although he is very young, he feels like he is already dead...

My whole life I have been mediocre.

But this time,

But Kosha really felt like he was alive.

I'm saving a country.

I am fighting for the goal in my heart.

I've never worked so hard,

I have never been so excited.

I'm actually really happy...

The corners of Kosha's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"so……"

"This little injury on my body doesn't matter at all."

He looked at Crocodile and said:

"Maybe,"

"I have indeed tried my best, and I have almost reached my limit..."

"but,"

"At least now... I can still hold the knife in my hand, can't I?"

A smile slowly appeared on Kosha's lips.

His sword hand,

Smooth, powerful, without the slightest tremor.

He never thought that one day... he would face death with such a smile.

In the video before, I saw Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and others like this.

I always think it’s fake…

But now, when I experience this moment personally.

Kosha understood;

People, in fact, all face death with a smile.

It just depends on what you do.

Maybe for Luffy, it's time to become the Pirate King.

When Zoro became the world's best swordsman.

When Sanji found the Sea of ​​Miracles...

And for Kosha, it's now.

He no longer lived in a hazy state like in his previous life.

He is now doing everything he can to move forward.

Being able to die pursuing his dreams, he has nothing to regret in his life.

The air seemed to quiet down.

Crocodile looked at Kosha blankly and was silent for a long time.

blah blah...

He suddenly took out his lighter, lit a cigar and took a deep breath.

call!

A mouthful of white mist slowly spit out and disappeared with the wind.

"If you want to protect something, you have to protect it with all your strength."

Crocodile held a cigar in his mouth and said hoarsely:

"You have your dreams, I have my persistence,"

"Just let me..."

As he said that, Crocodile looked serious.

"I'll send you on my last journey..."

A trace of yellow sand floated out from Crocodile's body.

Crocodile sealed the wound, and Kosha bled out.

Under the circumstances, the balance of victory completely tipped towards Crocodile.

The dancing fan plan failed,

Kosha himself was seriously injured,

Venom flowed all over the body, and the hero's cheers resounded in his ears.

Death is so close and the outcome seems destined.

"You have lost. I will lead this country to be the strongest."

Crocodile smoked his cigar as if he had a chance to win.

"It was a close fight."

"You are strong. You have done everything you can. Even if you look at the entire Grand Line, no one can do better than you."

Crocodile's tone was unprecedentedly serious.

He had never experienced such a difficult battle, not even when he faced Whitebeard, the strongest man in the world.

"I can do better... not to mention it's too early to discuss the outcome."

Kosha whispered, unmoved.

Suddenly, a gust of cold and moist wind blew by.

Kosha laughed and looked up at the sky.

"come yet……"

I don't know when.

The sky was overcast.

A soft drizzle fell from the sky.

The rain hit his face, making Kosha's hair wet, his clothes wet, and the ground wet.

Scarlet blood turns into streams in the rain.

"You lost, Crocodile..."

Kosha stood motionless in the wind and rain, with a cheerful smile on his lips.

sudden rainfall,

It undoubtedly disrupted the outcome of this battle and shattered all Crocodile's dreams.

"No, impossible!!"

Crocodile's expression suddenly changed, and he roared to the sky.

Why……

Without dancing fans, it would be impossible for this country to have rain.

At this moment, Crocodile looked at the sky in disbelief, unable to maintain his winning attitude.

The cigar he had been holding in the corner of his mouth fell to the ground.

The burning sparks were extinguished by the rain.

"In battle, nothing is impossible."

Kosha clenched the long knife in his hand and held it in front of him, his movements smooth and flowing.

An extremely sharp momentum emerged spontaneously.

Kosha knew it.

This was the last time he used the sword, but his heart felt calm, and the only enemy left in front of him was Crocodile.

At this moment, he seemed to see a new realm of swordsmanship, and a door to a new world was about to open.

Unfortunately, he will never have the chance to set foot there again in his life.

"It doesn't matter if I die, I have decided to save Alabasta."

"So even if you die fighting for this, you won't hesitate."

"I don't want to leave any regrets in my life!"

Kosha's tone was sonorous and forceful, and his eyes as he looked at Crocodile were firm.

“Even if it rains!!”

The dream was close at hand, and Crocodile roared unwillingly.

"No one can stop me, go to hell Kosa!!"

Crocodile's feet instantly transformed into elements and flew towards Kosha quickly.

A tornado emerged from his hand and swung towards Kosha with all his strength.

The void creates waves.

Bitter sandstorms covered the sky and the sun.

"Weight-shaped sandstorm!!"

"One Sword Style Iai!!"

Kosha shouted, and when Crocodile attacked, his figure flew out.

It was like a stream of light flying towards Crocodile quickly.

Wind blows.

Murderer.

Even the sky seemed to lose its color in an instant.