Madara's Journey of Pirates

Gion's evasive nonsense was ineffective after all.

"Gion, remember to transfer the cats' food money to my little sister next door~"

"Drunk man, when we meet, I will buy you a drink. Remember, you have to improve your drinking capacity."

Smoker and Tina seem to have already made arrangements, and they left in a hurry after explaining clearly to Gion.

.......

After resignedly accepting his friend's departure, Gion began to drink wine in the backyard with a depressed face, while muttering continuously.

"Really, two big idiots, can't they come back after cleaning a country?"

"Just pat the buttocks like this, but you want the old lady to help you take care of your family, ah, ah, annoying!"

As she kept muttering, before she knew it, the afterglow of the evening quietly dissipated, and the bright moonlight gently covered her shoulders.

Looking at the empty and dark room, the drunk Gion still had a trace of sobriety.

"Is it... evening?"

The noisy emotions such as arrogance, strength, laughter and cursing disappeared completely, and emotions that no one had ever seen appeared on Gion's face.

decadent.

42 years old, more than 5000 days and months.

Before the age of 10, she was alone, and when night fell, she had no other way of consolation except hiding in the room and crying.

After 10 years old, she suddenly became the happiest person in the world.

The seemingly indifferent but loving father who regards her as the apple of his eye, and the often strict but gentle mother.

No matter where she goes, she will try her best to accompany her pet dog and best friend in the world.

At that time, she even felt that she deserved all of this, and it was her compensation for the lonely tears that were ignored in the previous ten years.

So she always vented her emotions cautiously but greedily.

At the age of 30, it seems that the pity bought with tears in childhood has disappeared.

This time, the world is trying to rob her of her hard-won happiness.

She lost her mother, her best friend, and even her father who was so upright and almost omnipotent in her eyes.

But she did not give in, although she has not experienced the ups and downs of the world, nor has she suffered the cumbersomeness of turbidity and ambition.

Mo Mo held the weapon her father had brandished, even though the weapon was not suitable for her, even if the rough handle rubbed her white and tender palm with blood... She still never let go.

She was silent, but let out deafening roars again. She glared at every enemy who had stood in front of her father, and risked her life to withstand the oncoming wind and frost.

Pain, loneliness, helplessness, loss, everything in this world has never knocked her down. She has proved to the world that she is absolutely worthy of being her father's daughter!

At the age of 40, ten years of pain brought back her happiness and her pride.

When her father came back, she proudly puffed her chest out, and roared to show her father how hard it was to keep the warmth behind them.

So proud... Ignored the look of regret in his father's eyes.

At the age of 42, acting like a baby seems to be a child's privilege. Her ten years of pain have not been exchanged for 20 years of happiness like when she was young.

Even... She cherishes every second of happiness she has even more than she did when she was a child.

Her father's departure took her pet dog away, and when she woke up from grief again, she found that there was no one around her, just like...the sufferings of childhood.

Thirty years of hard work in the weather-beaten years have left nothing behind and seem to have lost nothing.

If I had to say it, that cruel world took away her right to cry, and before leaving, she just perfunctorily dropped a bottle of liquid that smelled a little pungent.

Without tears, the bottle of hard-to-drink bitter wine became her new comfort instead of tears.

That kind of nasty drink was obviously not ranked in her happiest time, but now it has become her bitter medicine, but she can only sigh with a wry smile, this wine...is really extremely ironic.

........

The drunken Gion slammed open the door, and staggered away from the courtyard that she once regarded as everything.

There...she can no longer call it home.

Walking alone, looking down at the shadow under his feet, Gion let out a smirk.

"They will all leave. Those who said they would not leave me have all left without exception. Hehe, hello, you are the only one who has accompanied me to the present without saying a word."

Saying that, Gion raised his head and drank half of the bottle of shochu, and poured the remaining half bottle on the shadow.

Shadow and she are both drunk... staggering.

After an unknown amount of time, Gion didn't even know what she had done, but when she came back to her senses again, the bright moonlight shone down, and familiar faces stared at her with familiar eyes.

Her heart, which was terrified in loneliness, suddenly quieted down, which was a feeling she hadn't recalled for a long time.

The eyelids began to sink more and more, and under her greedy gaze, the light in her eyes became increasingly dim.

Leaning against the hard tree, Gion felt softer than anything in the world.

.........

Early in the morning.

The dewdrops on the glaring sunny leaves were a little annoyed, and under sullenness, they jumped down along the lines of the leaves and smashed them on the delicate face.

pat.

Gion, who was curled up under the tree, opened her eyes in a daze, and the feeling of splitting in her drowsy head made her cover her head involuntarily, and took a deep breath.

"Hiss~ It hurts, it hurts, I accidentally drank too much."

"No, I have to wash up quickly, or it will be bad if Hancock sees it."

Mumbling, Gion covered her head and stood up, the damp feeling from the air bug surprised her because she remembered that she closed the window last night.

He raised his head blankly, his eyes met the somewhat familiar stone statue above his head...

"What are you?"

The stone statue couldn't speak, but for some reason, there was a trace of disgust in that endlessly gentle gaze.

.......

"Fuck! You are my father?!"

"Fuck! Mom? Stinky dog? You three are... the first seven to come back and see?"

"No, haven't you all been away for more than a year? Didn't the dead man's first seven days be 360 ​​five days?"

Saying that, Gion was taken aback again, no, why is the sky so blue?Where the hell is my ceiling? !

Just before Gion, who had just gotten over the hangover, hadn't realized it, a sweet voice suddenly rang out from her ears.

"Madara-sama~smelly daddy~ Ms. Nicole, I am the first one to see you again today...Gion?!!"