Pirates: Invincible at the beginning

Sorata put away his depression.

He turned to Ajian and said, "By the way, Uncle Ajian, why do you always have a windmill on your head? Can you give me the windmill?"

"windmill?"

Ajian paused for a moment, then touched the windmill on his head and fell into deep thought.

Sensing Takeru's state, Sorata asked aloud: "Uncle Takeru, what's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave?"

"It's not that I can't bear to part with it, it's just that this windmill has special meaning to a certain person."

Ajian came back to his senses and explained.

"someone?"

"Yeah! A strong, brave man."

By this time Sorata already knew who he was talking about, but he still asked knowingly.

"Who the hell is that!"

Ajian looked toward the orange grove behind the village and slowly told Nami's story.

He smiles gently when he tells the story of Nami and the windmill.

When talking about Nami joining the Dragon Pirates, he will show hatred.

When he talks about Nami returning to the village with injuries all over her body, he will show his heartache.

Under the oppression of the Dragon Pirates, Nami became the only light in his and all the villagers' hearts.

In fact, they have always known why Nami joined the Dragon Pirates, and they also know why Nami came back with injuries every time she went out.

But there was nothing they could do, they couldn't help Nami at all.

All they can do is not cause any trouble for Nami and let her do what she thinks she can do, that she can really buy the village back from Aaron.

Even if they all know that this is actually a luxury wish.

But this is the only hope in Nami's heart.

This glimmer of hope cannot be broken by them.

If you really want to break, you have to do it slowly.

Because if Nami despairs, then the only light in their hearts will be gone.

Thinking of this, Taken shook his head and put away the hatred towards the Dragon Pirates on his face.

Looking at the village road, the villagers' faces were filled with smiles again, and he also had a smile on his face.

It feels like it's back to the time when the dragon didn't come.

"Yes, it's all over."

Now that the evil dragon is gone, I think Nami will be very happy!

She no longer has to go to sea for money.

No more drawing that damn map for Aaron.

In the future, she can be the little princess of their Cocosia Village again.

Be happy when you should be happy, be sad when you should be sad, no need to pretend to be strong anymore.

Thinking of this, Ajian glanced at Guina even more gratefully.

“I really don’t know how to thank them!”

Taken shook his head, threw away his thoughts, and turned to look at Sorata.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what you want this windmill for!"

Sorata stared at the windmill above him and smiled.

"I just saw a windmill on your head, and I was very curious. Also, weren't you thinking about the pirate flag? I thought I might as well just use the windmill pattern as the pirate flag!"

He did see the windmill, and thought that the protagonist of this world, the Windmill Village where Wang Lufei was, was also a windmill, so he just used a windmill.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to use a hammer and sickle, or five stars!

He was familiar with these two, and they were easy to harmonize with.

And the windmill also represents bravery, diligence, enterprising spirit, loyalty, happiness, agility and love.

It also symbolizes people's love for the sky and fairy tale happiness.

For him, this is his pursuit.

He also hopes that he and the people he cherishes can always be like windmills.

You can never have troubles, pains, and disasters.

You can always live a happy, happy and healthy life.

"So this is ah!"

Taken hesitated for a moment, then took off the windmill and handed it to Sorata.

"No, take it!"

However, Sorata did not pick it up. Instead, he looked at Takeru and smiled and said, "Forget it! Uncle Takeru, I just took it as a reference and to draw a flag."

"And for you, this is a thing of beautiful memories with Nami!"

He paused and then said: "It's impossible for me to steal a little girl's childhood toys!"

Staring at Sorata's unpretentious expression, Jian took back the windmill and put it back on his hat.

To say that he was reluctant to give it up was not entirely true. This was just an ordinary windmill.

And Nami has grown up and will no longer laugh looking at his windmill like she did when she was a child.

This windmill is just a thought of his now.

He hoped that every time Nami came back, she would be able to get rid of her unhappy emotions and be happy like she was when she was a child.

"Well, how about I go find a piece of cloth later and draw you a windmill flag myself?"

"What a shame!"

Sorata stared at Takeru with surprise on his face.

"Then please leave it to Uncle Ajian."

Hearing that Ajian was willing to help paint the flag, he was subconsciously happy.

Um!This is not because his painting skills are ugly.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's my honor to draw the pirate flag for our benefactor in Cocosia Village."

"That's okay. I'm going to help you draw the pirate flag first."

It can be seen that he is more eager than Sorata, probably because he is happy to be able to do things for Sorata and the others!

Sorata quickly thanked him again.

Looking at the retreating figure, he happily raised the wine gourd and took a sip.

"Comfortable."

Then he lay there and basked in the sun like an old man.

Not to mention, the spring sun, even the midday sun, is so comfortable.

……

The setting sun at dusk scatters warm light.

Several large bonfires have been piled up in the middle of the village road in Cocosia Village.

Grilled fruits and various seafood were placed around the bonfire.

The villagers, who had been depressed for a long time, dropped all pretense.

Some of them were crying, some were laughing, and some were yelling as if they were crazy.

They need to vent so much.

The three of them, Ah Hua, were pulled into the crowd by the young people in the village.

Let’s follow the villagers and dance a simple and honest dance around the bonfire.

Beside a bonfire, Sorata sat cross-legged on the ground, drinking from a wine gourd in his hand.

And Guina was leaning on his shoulder, looking at the crowd around the bonfire with a pretty face.

She loved this kind of party.

Although she was busy from noon to dusk, she did not feel tired at all, but felt a sincere sense of satisfaction.

This made her, who had never drank alcohol, make an exception and drink a few drinks today.

Kuina looked up at Sorata with hazy eyes.

"Well, Sorata."

Sorata turned his head and looked at Kuina's cute appearance, smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you want me to think of a title?"

"What name?"

Kuina tilted her head and thought for a while.

"Um……!"

She frowned in distress, thinking about it but couldn't think of anything.

Then she raised her head and stared at Sorata, with a look of pity in her beautiful big eyes.

She grabbed his arm and shook it.

"I can't think of one, Sorata, you better think of one for me!"

"Okay, okay, don't shake it, I'm going to fall apart if you shake it any more."

Sorata looked at Kuina and said amusedly: "The adventure group we formed is called the Free Pirates, and its flag is a windmill."

"Um……"

He touched his chin and thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Then I'll call you Lady Liberty!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha……!"

Kuina didn't know why Sorata laughed suddenly.

But seeing him laugh, she also laughed stupidly.

"The Statue of Liberty? It sounds pretty good e=(?o｀*))) Oh!"