Yes.
Zephyr didn't want to accept his fate because he had never achieved his life goal, but now he was closer than ever to achieving the perfect world.
Garp and Sengoku both stared at Zephyr, who was laughing wildly in front of him, and suddenly felt that the figure of this stubborn old bastard seemed to be a lot taller.
They didn't understand that Zephyr was really old.
He may be younger than both Garp and Sengoku, but because of the injuries accumulated over the years, Zephyr's physical function has been much weaker than Garp and Sengoku's many years ago.
The Sengoku thought that he had dedicated his whole life to the navy, and the war was the moment when he finally took the center stage of history.
Isn't it obvious that a better young generation of navy has grown up?
But this old comrade in arms who refuses to accept his old age and his fate in front of him has broken his life views vividly.
'Aren't you tired, old bastard? Why do you insist on it?'
The prison fell into a strange and bottomless silence for a while.
"Finally, let me ask you a question, Zephyr."
Sengoku tried to suppress some kind of restless emotions in his heart and asked with a solemn expression.
Zephyr coughed heavily, coughing up blood from his mouth.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth and nodded with a smile.
The Sengoku then asked the question he wanted to ask a long, long time ago.
"Why are you still holding on?"
He fixed his eyes on Zephyr's wrinkled face and the look in his eyes.
Years have etched vicissitudes on his face.
The pain left no trace in his eyes.
Zephyr was silent for a while and then laughed softly.
His expression was very natural, without the slightest pain or hesitation.
"Because I know the purpose of my life."
He smiled.
"That's why I am holding on."
"I am fighting for my purpose, and it gives me the strength to go on."
Zephyr tilted his head, acting like an ignorant young man, asking and answering himself.
"Also because someone is waiting for me."
"In this sea, there are still many young people who are suffering from sin."
"Their minds are stained by this twisted age."
"Many people even subconsciously believe that evil is great and justice is stupid."
"Being a pirate is a very beautiful thing, and the increase in the bounty can make them feel complacent."
Zephyr gritted his teeth. "But what they don't know is that every time they raise a bounty, they trample on human life and dignity."
"Because of the existence of pirates, in every part of the world, people are destroyed and their wives are separated at every moment."
Hearing this, Garp pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head.
His family was broken, and the wife and son are separated. Isn't this a portrayal of Zephyr?
"So I want to work hard."
Zephyr laughed again.
"Liu Feng, that stinky boy, once described a very beautiful and beautiful world to me."
"I want to work hard and try, whether such a world can really exist on this filthy sea."
"I want to protect everyone who loses their life and dignity because of sin."
"I want everyone to live safely and happily."
"I don't need to be written into the hymn of history because that kind of stuff doesn't make any sense."
"Even if I am killed in cold blood, even if I fall, I want to try anyway because I don't want to lose."
"They don't need to know what I've done; they don't know what I've paid, and they'll never know."
"But they will be protected by me."
"What's the point of that? Because it can make their lives better."
Zephyr said, his eyes becoming more and more determined.
"It really doesn't matter to me whether I live or die."
"As long as they live well, I can rest my eyes in death."
"Because I did everything I could for them."
"You ask me why I can keep going?"
He looked at the Sengoku and smiled.
"That's why it's a very simple answer."
At the moment when the voice fell, Zephyr's old eyes were shining brightly.
The Sengoku was shocked, unable to utter a word.
"It's almost time."
Zephyr suddenly shook his head and slowly stood up from the icy ground.
He glanced at Sengoku and Garp again and gave them a big hug.
"Thank you for walking along the way, my comrades in arms."
After speaking, Zephyr gently pushed open the iron gate of the prison, and under the eyes of the naval guards, he walked slowly into the distance.
The morning sun slowly penetrated through the window of the wall, illuminating the darkness and corruption in this prison.
It was a daybreak.
The time for a public trial has come.
Garp and Sengoku both stared blankly at the back that walked towards the execution platform.
The faint sunlight slowly shone on Zephyr's body, as if there was an endless brilliance rising.
The two large black characters on his back seemed to rise into the air at any time.
"Justice!!"
It was dazzling and eye-catching.
His steps became more and more certain.
Garp and Sengoku were both stunned.
They blinked subconsciously, as if they were hallucinating.
But an absurd but credible idea appeared in their minds at the same time.
That man was still the same as when he first joined the army.
Young, hardworking, and full of hope.
Yes, no one can be young forever, but some people never grow old.
Time was never forgiving, but he has never bypassed the years.
Because years never defeat a hero.