Madara's Journey of Pirates

Several items were formally displayed on the suddenly bright booth, and traces of later repairs could be clearly seen.

The dilapidated battle armor after the battle with Im, the Taoist robe stolen by Gion when he returned home last time, and the ninja sickle with only half a sickle left.

They were all closely related to him, but none of them had the qualifications to surprise him.

Madara just stared silently at the inconspicuous showcase in the corner.

From a distance, it appeared to be just some blood-stained pieces of iron.

But Madara recognized it at a glance, it was a blood-stained broken kunai.

The bumpy marks on the surface are definitely the suffering that Violet bestowed on him back then.

There were two handles of that kunai, the intact handle was left in Dressrosa as a token, and the broken half handle was in his arms.

Too much time has passed, although Madara often caresses the kunai in his hand, but that is no longer a nostalgia, it is more of a habit.

Madara didn't pay attention to the many exhibits that Hancock was proud of, but reached out to the fragments in the showcase that had been baptized by years of rust and blood.

Several layers of protection retreated in front of Madara's palm like a stream of water, until he really held the fragments in his hand.

Under Hancock's suspicious gaze, Madara gently took out the fragments from the showcase, and finally pinched with both hands, and the many fragments finally turned into Kunai's blade.

Madara took out his half-handled kunai from his arms very familiarly, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times.

The handle of the blade meets the edge of the blade, and the vanished trace in his heart is finally completed by him today.

In 20 years, he has achieved a lot.

But what did he really get?

Actually not.

Among the carryings named 'Time and Time', there were only two items that really left traces in his heart.

Old gloves and broken kunai.

And when he saw that his hand was finally complete and rough, the smiling face that gradually blurred in his memory reappeared in front of his face.

The girl who cared for him carefully at all times, even her last wish in her dream was just a fool to let herself live happily.

It flashed across his heart like a shooting star with its trailing flame. After the meteor disappeared, the residual heat of the trailing flame remained in his heart forever.

Now Gion has grown up and no longer needs his careful care.

As the name suggests, the dragon rises from the sky, looming between the clouds, carrying the biggest wind and rain in the world, and constantly trying to challenge the wave of the times.

Back then, the runny-nosed little devils who only knew to be the One Piece also began to roar in the mountains and forests like milk tigers, leaving their traces in the world.

In my memory, the juniors also got married one after another, swimming in the sky like swifts flying high, and from time to time, they thoughtfully brought back the fruit called "caring" for him.

But is he really happy?

He didn't know, at least at the moment Madara didn't know.

After all, how could he sleep peacefully when he was burdened with all this?

After doing all this, Madara turned his head to look at the confused Hancock without any fluctuation.

"The seat of the franchise country of Amazon Lily is handed over to me."

At this time, Hancock looked at Madara Uchiha in front of him a little at a loss.

She didn't know what happened just now, Madara seemed to have found something lost just now.

However, the other party's sudden compensation made her very panicked.

In many cases, real alienation begins with the appearance of a price tag.

She didn't know if she offended Ban, or if she didn't do well enough, at this moment her mind was spinning fast, thinking about how to make up for her mistakes.

Just as she was still thinking wildly, Madara suddenly floated up in front of her, and stretched out her palm to rub her beautiful hair.

It's strange to say that Hancock, who was terrified in his heart, actually calmed down after his seemingly funny behavior in Banna.

Feeling the temperature from the top of his head, Hancock's voice was so gentle that he could almost drip water.

"This is all yours, but it was temporarily occupied because of my own selfish desires."

"If you need it, this place is like your home."

"Including... everything about me."

Hancock's reaction made Madara a little uncomfortable, he just sensed Hancock's panic, so he instinctively chose to comfort him.

But Hancock's gentleness was somewhat beyond his expectation, feeling the warm and complicated emotions in Hancock's eyes, Madara silently withdrew his hand.

But it seems that there is still some worry. Hancock misunderstood, and silently added a sentence.

"It's not about drawing a line."

"Because she's unique, it has to have value."

Hancock nodded obediently, his smile resumed like a little girl whose heart has fallen, and he asked in a low voice in front of Madara.

"After the World Conference is over, can I go to Dressrosa with you?"

Madara looked at Hancock in surprise, which was different from what Gouzi said.

Gouzi and Madara have said that Boya Hancock's dominance in possessiveness is the only one he has ever seen in his life.

And the other party has not been to Dressrosa for more than ten years, which fully illustrates this point.

In terms of material assistance, military assistance, etc., Amazon Lily took care of Dressrosa exceptionally, but she never went there herself.

It's the same with Gion, you can ask me to do whatever you want, but I just don't want to meet you.

If it weren't for Uchiha Madara's return, Boya Hancock and Gion would be completely incomprehensible names.

With a hint of teasing, Madara asked expressionlessly.

"why?"

What Madara didn't expect again was that Hancock, who he thought should be shy, would actually give him a bright smile.

"Somewhat curious, what kind of person can occupy such a deep place in your heart."

..........

Feelings are something that cannot be explained clearly.

Not just simple love and love, family affection, friendship, affection, admiration, possession, longing and all kinds of complex emotions are intertwined like a mess, and finally twisted into strands of thin ropes called "bonds".

Although slender, it is extremely tough and extremely difficult to break.

As contradictory as it is in itself.

Hancock has it in his heart, Madara has it in his heart, everyone has it in his heart, but they can't say it.

Some people call this the romance of life, while others call it the true heart.

After Madara left, Hancock sat alone under the armor and quietly recalled what she had said to Garm when he was young.

"Master Garm, what kind of person is Madara-sama?"

"That guy's expressions are very clumsy and cryptic, but his emotions are very sensitive. In the deepest part of his heart, there is a tenderness and warmth that most people can't match."

"Before him, I've never seen a human being hold an umbrella for a strange dog."

"Do you know how my former younger brother described that guy?"

'I just remember that it was a snowy night, but when I looked up I seemed to see a light. '

'It's so strange that there is no snow falling around this person. '