Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

Kuzan felt like he was having a nightmare.

This nightmare is long and painful.

In the dream, the life card in his palm burned irrevocably. He went crazy looking for his lover, but found nothing after many years.

He is decadent and gives up on himself.

Then in the middle of the night after waking up from alcohol, facing the mess on the ground and the fragile trauma of the empty villa.

After the O'Hara incident, he had doubts about his insistence on 'justice'.

The departure of his lover was a heavy blow to his heart, causing his already wavering will to collapse.

He began to become more and more lazy, less and less energetic, and spent the whole day numbing himself by sleeping.

His life seemed to have entered endless darkness.

There is no direction to move forward, the motivation to move forward is lost, and there is no light in sight.

He goes on missions mechanically, but cannot change his heartfelt disgust for the world government. He numbly uses his remaining gentleness to save as many suffering civilians as possible.

But every time, when he saw the grateful smiling faces of the rescued people who survived the disaster, he couldn't help but become confused.

If the world does not change, what is the use of this short-lived justice?

There will still be people sinking in hardship, there will still be people living under the power, and there will still be people doing things that dehumanize humanity.

Things in the world create suffering.

Suffering begets suffering.

Over and over again, the cycle continues.

What about him?

What can he do? What can be done? How do you define your own justice?

So he was confused in the darkness with no end in sight, letting himself sink into the abyss without bothering to pull himself out.

Although the feeling of self-destruction was terrible, he just wanted to numb himself and indulge in indulgence.

However, today, a hole was forcefully torn open in the invisible darkness, and a beam of light came in, pulling him out of the nightmare.

Kuzan opened his eyes in confusion, and the first thing he felt was pain.

——How many years have you not felt pain?

Most of the pain comes from the abdomen.

It’s the kind of numbness that piles wounds on top of wounds.

Short name: Pain and numbness.

A small amount of the pain came from the cheek.

It's the kind of pain that goes straight to the brain.

It seems...a little concussed?

Just as he was about to recall the origin of the pain, a familiar face that had appeared in his dreams countless times appeared in front of him.

He stared blankly at this face.

Listening to the other party's call: "Hey, are you okay?"

The woman raised a finger and asked him: "What is this?"

...a familiar yet nostalgic scene.

Kuzan's heart was beating wildly, followed by the ecstasy of regaining what was lost.

He was unmistakable.

is her!

She has come back.

Right in front of his eyes.

Seeing the man lying on the beach just looking at her blankly, Yaya's heart thumped for no reason. She patted his cheek anxiously and panicked and said to herself: "No, no? This guy can't be stupid. Alright?"

The delicate and beautiful little woman in front of her took a deep breath, bit her little hand, and showed an expression of doubt about life.

She looked at her palm hesitantly: "Could it be that... I didn't control the force of this slap well and knocked him silly?"

Although that slap was subconsciously caused by the other person kissing her suddenly.

As the one being slighted, this slap was a good one.

But maybe the good impression at first sight was too strong, and Yaya didn't want the other person to be broken by her.

So Yaya clasped her hands together, with tears in her eyes, and knelt down next to Kuzan, and apologized bitterly with an expression as if she was about to cry: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't expect that a slap could knock you out."

That familiar face was full of his familiar expression.

Then she bit her lower lip tightly, her moist red eyes gradually became firm, and suddenly she reached out her hand and patted his chest solemnly, her tone full of responsibility: "How about this, I will be responsible for sending you to the Navy Headquarters, how will you compensate me then?" , I...I'll talk to your boss."

Kuzan:…

He always felt that if he continued to think like this, he would really be diagnosed as a fool.

Kuzan couldn't help but laugh inside.

After all, he is a monster in individual skills.

How could he be unconscious from a few blows?

it is just……

Kuzan's eyes darkened.

The moment she lifted her mask, so many emotions surged up all at once, so that he struggled to break free from the control of the sea water, hugged the person he missed in his arms, and used a kiss to confirm whether the other person was real.

In that state of mindlessness, there is nothing wrong with being treated as a gangster and being slapped unconscious unexpectedly.

In fact, even now, listening to her voice and looking at her vivid expressions and movements, Kuzan couldn't believe that all of this was true.

He suddenly reached out his hand.

He grabbed the woman's wrist.

In the woman's little exclamation, she pulled the person into her arms heavily.

Burying his head deeply into the woman's shoulder, smelling the familiar body fragrance and feeling the soft body temperature in his arms, Kuzan was tremblingly convinced that she was back.

This is not a dream!

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and a choking emotion surged up.

...it's so great to find you!

Yaya, who was pulled into the arms of a stranger, was stunned.

Then his face turned ugly.

She struggled to lift herself up from the man's arms.

The two looked at each other.

Kuzan smiled and relaxed: "Ya..."

He wanted to say: Yaya, I miss you very much!

However, almost at the same time, the woman in his arms suddenly raised her hands and ran away angrily after careful observation.

Yaya (╬▔䖔)╯: "Despicable stinky hooligan, get out of my way."

Pia~

Alright!

The bright red slap marks on Kuzan's face were finally symmetrical.

Kuzan:…

Afterwards, Kuzan covered his burning face with his hands and sighed weakly.

What joy is found? The excitement of seeing your loved one again? All the complicated emotions calmed down because of these two slaps.

After calming down, Kuzan began to realize that something was wrong with Yaya...

*

"So, you know me?" Yaya pointed at herself and asked confusedly.

The man in question's fingers twitched imperceptibly.

Although he guessed that this was the case, the man still hesitated for a few seconds before asking with a normal expression: "Ah la la~ Doesn't Yaya feel familiar with me?"

The two were walking on the road to town.

Although Yaya was very angry because this guy ran away with 500 million yuan.

But based on the fact that she had also vented her anger and had an inexplicable good feeling, Yaya quickly forgave the other party.

But Kuzan must work with her to capture the 500 million yuan.

Kuzan readily agreed.

Just like that, Yaya, whose stomach was growling, was invited by Mr. Kuzan to have lunch.

Someone paid the bill and Yaya agreed.

Although she is not short of money, there is always an inexplicable feeling that drives her to save more money.

As for the purpose...she thinks it has something to do with the girl who often appears in her dreams.

Such questions will be put aside for now.

At this moment, Yaya is very curious about her past and strongly wants to know the things she has forgotten.

And every expression and movement of the tall man next to him tells the truth that they know and are even familiar with.

So it shouldn't matter, right?

His breath is so clean. If I ask, he will tell me, right?

He tapped his chin with his finger habitually: "It's true~ The first time I heard your name, I felt it was very familiar."

A few short words made Kuzan beside him ecstatic.

Does she remember him?

Does it mean that...he is different in her subconscious?

Yaya didn't notice Kuzan's emotions, and after a brief speech, she began to explain her situation.

"That's it. I woke up a week ago, but I don't remember anything from the moment I woke up. I only remember that my name is Zenia."

She put her hands behind her back, her eyelids were slightly drooped, and she kicked the small stones at her feet casually as she walked. Her tone was a bit dull: "I always feel that I have forgotten some important people and things, but I can't remember them. Even I can’t remember things because of my head injury…”

Head injury?

Kuzan's hand that naturally hung by his side slowly clenched.

He probably knew the reason for her amnesia.

His eyes fell on the woman's smooth forehead.

There are still superficial scars from the fatal injury.

Therefore, although her hair color has changed, her eyes have changed, and she has grown into a mature girl, she is still the Yaya he knew.

That...he learned from the Vegapunk experimental data, the unique Yaya whose abilities cannot be copied.

Because of the injury, not only did I lose my memory, but I also couldn't remember things...?

A flash of deep pain flashed in Kuzan's eyes.

Although he still couldn't explain why he was still alive after the life card was burned out, his heart told him that this was his lover who was resurrected by unknown power.

Suppressing his heavy heart and gratitude for what was lost, Kuzan adjusted his mood and told her the past events they had experienced in as relaxed a manner as possible.

The paths on the island are filled with beautiful wild flowers.

The two of them strolled along.

One had a deep voice and was talking about the past, while the other was listening with bright eyes.

The sun shone on the two of them, giving them the warmth of the world.

After hearing this, Yaya looked stunned and nodded seriously: "Yeah, yeah, yes, if what you said is true, then the one you know is me~"

Because she heard about her past, the girl's mood improved visibly.

It was as if knowing this part made her happy.

She jumped on the path with her hands behind her back, and explained to Kuzan with a smile: "If there is a second person in the world who can control the ocean, I will definitely feel it."

She paused: "Besides, mom said I was the only child~"

Kuzan was stunned and looked at her in confusion.

"Mother?"

He doesn't remember that Yaya has parents...

Yaya tilted her head: "Yes, my mother is the sea!"

Kuzan:…

"Thank you for telling me my past. I'm very happy." Yaya took a deep breath and showed a cheerful, bright and touching smile: "Although I have forgotten the past, let us get to know each other again."

She stretched out her hand to Kuzan. Although she was only wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, her smile seemed to be the most dazzling gem in the world.

She grinned and said happily: "My name is Zheniya. Nice to meet you, Kuzan-san."

At that moment, Kuzan felt that his heart was caressed gently by something, full of dense tenderness.

So he also stretched out his hand, held the weak and boneless hand, and complained with some distress: "Ah la la, this is too foul of Yaya."

He looked at the woman in front of him seriously and tenderly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he smiled in a deep voice: "I am Kuzan, I am very happy... that you can come back to me again."

--my sweetheart.