The Pirate of the Void Throne

The sun is shining and the weather is hot.

On a piece of wasteland, there are a few dilapidated houses scattered here and there.

A thin old man was holding a shovel and digging hard into the soil under him.

He had a white scarf wrapped around his head, a thick beard, and a wrinkled face full of determination.

Doto, Kosha's father.

"What? It's just that it hasn't rained for a year. Yuba will not be buried by the wind and sand."

"As long as it rains, all problems will be solved."

"What a stupid son, Kosha, you should know very well that His Majesty the King is a talented person, why do you still want to become a rebel..."

Doto was talking to himself and suddenly sighed.

Ever since Kosha joined the rebel army, the two seemed to have severed their father-son relationship and never saw each other again.

As a father, Doto was extremely disappointed with Kosa's behavior.

Remember many years ago.

Also because of the drought problem, Kosha, who was still a child, ran to the palace rashly and asked to see the king. Doto was frightened and ran to beat Kosha. He knelt down and apologized to the king, saying that the child was ignorant and begging the king's forgiveness.

As everyone knows,

In the world of pirates, the class system is quite strict.

There is an insurmountable gap between ordinary people and nobles.

Even the most ordinary nobles can execute civilians at will, and even treat them as slaves and kill them wantonly, let alone the master of a country.

Therefore, Kosha's behavior of directly breaking into the palace was simply seeking death, and Doto was extremely worried about this.

Fortunately, King Kobra of Alabasta is not as cruel as other kings. He is a good king who knows how to be considerate of others and loves his people like a son.

Such quality is especially rare in the world of pirates.

So King Kobra not only did not blame Kosha and Doto, but instead smiled and comforted them.

Even if Kosa and Princess Vivi fight each other in the future, Kobra, as the king, will laugh it off and not care.

Because of this, I burst into tears of gratitude and respected the king from the bottom of my heart.

Although Juba is now experiencing various disasters and a large number of people are dying every day, he still believes that the king will govern the country well and will not abandon Juba.

As an ordinary old man, all Doto can do every day is dig out underground water with the shovel in his hand and do his part for Yuba.

While he was concentrating on digging for underground water, three slightly embarrassed figures suddenly appeared not far away.

Upon closer inspection, the three of them looked gloomy and their clothes were ragged, as if they had just experienced a sandstorm.

They were originally small gangsters living in the city next to Juba, but with the long-term drought and frequent sandstorms, the city finally could not withstand the wind and sand and was completely destroyed. They also took advantage of the chaos to kill people and steal goods in the city, and robbed some food and The water escaped.

Relying on these looted things, they finally crossed the desert and came to Juba.

"Bah! Why do sandstorms always hit this shitty place?"

"I'm so thirsty...I'm going to die if I don't get any more water."

The leader of the three cursed loudly, but his voice was hoarse and weak.

He is a man with slightly dark skin and an afro, and he looks quite menacing.

"Hey, boss, look at the old man in front of you, there must be water there!!"

The two boys who were following the man with the afro suddenly pointed at Doto, who was digging in the soil, and sounded excited.

Wherever people live, there will naturally be water.

Let's grab it first.

Strength is the only truth for survival in the desert. These three strong young people can't beat an old man with ease?

It's enough for you to have enough to eat. As for the life and death of others, what should they do?

Thinking like this, the three people immediately ran over quickly.

…………

"Who are you? Are you here to join the rebel army?"

Hearing the sound of rapid footsteps approaching from far away, Doto stopped digging for water and looked up at the three of them.

Because people often come to join the rebel army, Doto naturally thinks that the same is true for the three of them.

In his opinion, the rebel army is an organization that betrays the king and is the source of civil strife in Alabasta.

Out of respect for the king, Doto didn't want anyone to join the rebel army, so he couldn't help but speak in a harsh tone.

Rebel army?

The man with the afro and the two younger brothers were stunned for a moment, then noticed the old man's unkind attitude and became furious:

"I've never heard of this bullshit rebel army!"

"Old man, I'm asking you where is the water and food here? Bring it to me quickly!!"

Doto breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the three men did not join the rebel army, but came to rob. He did not think too much about his own safety.

"As much as I want to help you, there is no food or water here."

"Frequent sandstorms bury everything. If you are people living in the desert, you should know this very well."

What Doto said is not unreasonable. Food and water sources are very scarce in the desert now, and countless people lose their lives every day.

However, the man with the afro didn't believe it. He kicked Doto to the ground angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. How can you survive without food?"

"I think you are playing tricks on us!!"

As he spoke, the man with the afro immediately took out a flintlock gun and pointed it at Doto.

The two younger brothers behind him also had a fierce look in their eyes. They were so fed up that an old man dared to deceive them.

The sudden kick knocked Dotu out of breath, and he tremblingly supported his old body to get up from the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Doto reluctantly coughed a few times and looked at the few remaining cacti not far away. A warm smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face.

“The reason I’m alive is because of these cacti.”

The calmness in his voice seemed to hurt people's hearts.

In the past, Dotuo was fat and energetic, but now he is skinny and old, but he is completely different.

Even people who are very familiar with it will have a hard time recognizing it, so much has changed in just one year.

But the man with the afro didn't believe Duo Tuo's words. How could anyone survive by eating cactus?

Dogs don't eat it.

A grin spread across his lips, feeling that his intelligence had been insulted.

"Very good! I think you have had enough."

Seeing this, the two boys behind Afro immediately stepped forward and kicked Dutuo hard several times.

"Old guy, I'll tell you to be tough!"

"Calling you an old man means respecting you. You don't know what is good or bad!!"

Doto remained silent while being beaten. The man with the afro and the two younger brothers quickly lost interest and started panting. They were already tired after the long journey, and now they were even more tired after the beating.

"enough!"

"It's a waste of time. Let's just kill this old man and let's go look for food in the surrounding houses."

For killing people so casually, it can be seen that the three of them are veterans.

Doto lay on his back on the ground and glanced at the sky. He was not actually afraid of death, but he regretted not seeing the day when Yuba regained his life. If possible, he also hoped to see Kosha again.

"Go to hell, old man!"

The man with the afro raised his pistol and pointed it at Doto who was lying on the ground.

However, just when he was about to pull the trigger and end Doto's life, something changed.

Swish!

A ray of snow-white sword light suddenly flew towards him at extremely high speed like an arrow.

It stabbed into the wrist of the man with the afro holding the gun with great precision, and then shot into the ground without stopping.

Blood splatter.

The man with the afro covered his wrist and screamed, and the pistol fell to the ground.

The air froze for a moment.

"who is it!?"

After seeing the long sword standing on the ground clearly, the two younger brothers of the man with the afro turned their heads and looked into the distance at the same time, showing vigilance.

To be able to throw a long sword with such accuracy, the person who intervened is definitely not ordinary.