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

"It's him, it's him, the one for whom the Celestial Dragons offered a huge reward..."

The excited shouts suddenly stopped.

Facing General Akainu's piercing cold gaze, Conrad was like a cock being strangled by the neck, and his voice fell instantly.

Faced with Akainu's unabashed murderous intent, Conrad took a few steps back covered in cold sweat and finally sat down on the deck in fear.

I was so trembling and frightened that I couldn't recover for a long time.

Akainu was too lazy to pay attention to this bug, and after giving the order to 'keep an eye on him' to his adjutant, he turned to look at Shanks in mid-air.

"It's been a long time, Akainu." The red-haired man who fell rapidly smiled heartily and turned the blade in his hand, reflecting the white edge in the darkness.

There is no hint of joy in the movements of meeting again after a long absence.

"I didn't expect that the brat who was on Roger's ship would have grown to this extent. If I had known, I should have killed you!" Standard Akainu-style justice spoke.

Sakaski casually pulled off the cloak of justice from his shoulders, and his shoulders were broad and straight under the red suit.

The arms hanging naturally on the side of the body, the red and smoking magma is ready to explode.

Two strong men of the same level looked at each other in the air, with murderous intent of the same level bursting out of their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black blade collided with the magma.

The aftermath of the power centered on the two people swept across and spread, instantly causing quite a storm on the sea.

The fight between strong men is so powerful that it can destroy the world.

Both the Red and the navy warships each retreated a short distance at sea under the influence of strong wind pressure.

Yaya looked towards them intently from the moment the two sides fought.

She wasn't worried about Shanks' strength, but the man he was fighting against...

Yaya frowned.

Why also give her a familiar feeling?

She couldn't help but reach out and touch her chest, her eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings trembled slightly, and confusion flashed in her clear eyes as red as glass.

Since waking up, too many people have given her this sense of familiarity...

Kuzan, Shanks, Beckman and...the one with white hair and glasses...

Who is that white-haired man?

Why can't I help but cry when I think of him?

What about the rest?

What roles did they play around their past selves?

Trying to remember...

Because of excessive recall, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from my brain.

Yaya's face turned pale.

She covered her forehead with one hand and slowly bent over in pain.

Uta was the first to notice Yaya's abnormality.

From her angle, she could see Yaya's painful brows and eyes covered in cold sweat.

Worried, Uta quickly stepped forward and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Yaya couldn't hear Uta's voice at all.

The tingling and buzzing in her head confused her clear consciousness.

Beckman looked here sharply when Uta shouted out worriedly.

Other cadres also noticed Yaya's condition and looked worried.

"Hey Uta, what's wrong with Yaya?"

"It seems like you have a headache? Why do you have a headache all of a sudden?"

"Or are you talking about the shrapnel in your brain... Hey Hongo, hurry up and take a look..."

Hongo, who was called, pushed away the crowd and walked quickly in the direction of Zenia.

But before that, there was someone who moved faster than him.

The tall man had a stern look on his face. He supported the swaying woman and looked up at him.

Hongo was stunned when he met the deputy captain's worried and cold gaze.

Beckman frowned: "Don't stay there, check her situation first."

*

At this moment, the severe pain in her head and the anxiety that she couldn't remember anything almost drove Yaya crazy.

She wanted to remember.

Remembering past memories.

She didn't want to see people who really cared about her showing their feelings of loss and sadness anymore.

However, the shackles brought by flesh and blood made Yaya unable to do anything.

damn it……

She gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth stubbornly, feeling a sense of cruelty suddenly arise in her heart.

Instead of enduring the pain of forgetting and remembering, it is better to simply take out the shrapnel in your head.

The hand covering his head was quietly covered by a force.

The shrapnel buried deep in the brain seemed to be attracted by something and trembled slightly.

Pain that was more intense than before came.

Yaya took a small breath, and then gritted her teeth desperately. Regardless of the cold sweat on her forehead, she exerted some more force on her hands.

There was a sense of trance deep in the consciousness, and the clear eyes gradually lost their brightness...

[It’s so chaotic Yaya]

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery all faded away, turning into a familiar deep blue.

A transparent hand suddenly rested on the hand covered with power.

Yaya, who had been struggling with her just now, suddenly calmed down. The hand covering her head relaxed, and the power covering her palm quietly receded.

"Mother?"

[Don't worry, my child. 】

Yaya was wrapped in blue power.

The familiar breath made Yaya slowly relax.

She suddenly felt aggrieved: "...but it's such a terrible feeling that I will forget even if I try my best to remember it, and that I can't remember it no matter how much I think about it."

【Sorry my child! But before you awaken your own power, you must rely on this body to walk in the world. 】

Yaya fell silent.

Although she didn't know what her mother meant by 'their own power', it was obvious that wanton harm to the body would only bring bad results.

She took a deep breath and nuzzled herself into her mother's warm embrace.

Finally, he nodded reluctantly and said dullly: "I understand."

*

He felt the woman in his arms tremble slightly at first, and then suddenly stopped moving.

Beckman's pupils shrank uncontrollably.

He quickly looked at Hongo, who had already walked in front of him.

Hongo caught his look and admired the deputy captain's rare panic expression. Finally, he sighed helplessly: "Hey, hey, hey~, you have to give me time to check, right?"

While 'complaining', he reached out to Yaya in Beckman's arms.

However, at this moment, a slender, boneless hand pressed down on Hongo's stretched out wrist.

Hongo was stunned and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Yaya.

The still pale woman shook her head, her vision slowly clearing up.

Facing Hongo's slightly worried gaze, Yaya shook her head slowly and said with a weak and pale smile: "No, I'm fine."

Hongo looked at her for two seconds, and suddenly looked at Beckman subconsciously.

Beckman lowered his eyes to observe Yaya's situation, and then nodded to Hongo.

Hongo frowned and looked questioning: "Is it really okay?"

Yaya smiled: "It's really okay!"

Hongo sighed: "I know."

He said uneasily: "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me in time."

Yaya nodded casually and thanked her, but then turned her eyes and looked at the sea absently.

She suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"What? Your head still hurts?"

A man's deep and concerned voice came from above his head.

Yaya was stunned and shook her head.

After feeling much better, he slowly withdrew from Beckman's arms.

"Sorry for causing you trouble."

Seeing that she had recovered a lot, Beckman slowly withdrew his hand to support her, but the hand hanging by her side gently twisted her fingers.

Beckman, who realized that his emotions were too abnormal, slowly narrowed his eyes and replied nonchalantly: "It's not time for us to take action yet, there is nothing to apologize for."

Yaya smiled softly, and just when she was about to thank Mr. Vice-Captain for his comfort, Uta jumped on her.

The girl hugged her slender waist and rubbed her face against her belly to express her worry.

Yaya smiled knowingly, with soft eyebrows and reached out to rub the top of the girl's soft hair, and told her that she was really fine.

At this time, the aftermath of the fight hit us again.

Yaya subconsciously protected Uta and looked up in the direction of Shanks.

Shanks and the marine who gave her a sense of familiarity were still fighting equally, and it looked like they could last a long time.

but……

Yaya suddenly moved her eyebrows and turned to look at the rear of the warship.

In my mind, the picture of the distant sea invisible to the naked eye is like a black and white ink painting, clearly spread out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

That is……

She slowly showed surprise.

"Kuzan?"