In the cold prison, the sunlight slowly peeking in from the window seemed to dispel the coldness and darkness here, and the dust flutters freely in the light.
Garp and Sengoku were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall silently.
Their faces were extremely complicated, and their eyes were slightly red.
"He's so handsome."
At a certain moment, Garp suddenly cursed and smiled.
He didn't realize that his voice was extremely hoarse.
"We two old men can never be compared to each other."
The Sengoku was also bitter.
He lowered his head, and his gray hair looked particularly vicissitudinous in the looming light.
Garp nodded.
Yes, the so-called titles and honors of such a series of naval heroes, legendary marines, and Fleet Admirals cannot be compared with the man with shackles on his hands and feet.
The three of them were the most outstanding elites of the Navy's generation: seniors, heroes, and admired and respected veterans in the eyes of countless people.
The three of them have been secretly wrestling all their lives, competing with each other and taking care of each other.
But now, looking at the staggering figure that gradually disappeared in the prison corridor, Garp and Sengoku knew that they lost.
A crushing defeat was irrefutable.
That man was obviously no longer a member of the navy. He has been included in the list of wanted criminals by both the navy headquarters and the world government, and he was a criminal who was about to be publicly tried in front of the whole world.
But the justice on his shoulders was more magnificent and vast than anyone else's.
"It's ironic, isn't it?" Sengoku said.
Garp, who was sitting on the floor, leaned his back against the wall behind him, raised his head slightly, and stared at the faint oil lamp swaying on the ceiling in a trance.
"If I had the courage of Zephyr, would Ace not die?"
The moment he uttered these words, Garp seemed to have aged ten years.
His pupils slumped to the ground.
His teeth clenched, and the pair of iron fists that shook mountains and seas trembled slightly.
Sengoku was stunned, and Garp's question made him not know how to answer it at all.
Seeing the grandson that he raised and raised die in front of his eyes, that kind of grief must be very sad.
"I don't know."
Sengoku's eyes were slightly moist.
Yeah, how could he possibly know such a question of Garp? After all, even he doesn't have the kind of... courage of Zephyr.
Garp's big hands covered his face, tears spilling out from between his fingers.
"You know what, Sengoku?"
"When I went to Marineford, I wish I hadn't been a navy."
"In that case, I could have saved Ace."
"The whole war was finished, but Ace never called me grandpa."
"Because he knew. As soon as he speaks, I will do whatever it takes to protect him!!"
Speaking of which, Garp couldn't help crying, like a child.
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The sun gradually dazzled.
Zephyr, who was walking stiffly and with difficulty at the end of the prison corridor, suddenly stopped.
In the deepest depths of the prison, far away behind him, Garp's grief-stricken cry could be heard from afar, as if his heart was torn apart.
Zephyr's expression gradually became heavy.
The justice behind him has probably overwhelmed the Garp, but he must grit his teeth and hold on to it because it was indeed not an easy task to hold on to the justice in the heart.
It was always easier to do evil, to fall, than to keep faith.
This was the reason why so many terrible things were happening on this sea today.
Zephyr was very clear, and he has long been aware of this truth.
But it was precisely because he knows the difficulty of perseverance that he was stubborn to do it.
There was always someone to protect the world.
He knew that this person might not be him in the end.
He wouldn't be the one... who will be written on the hero's monument.
But it really doesn't matter at all. As long as the world can become better, Zephyr was willing to die.
Nothing matters anymore.
The blood soaked in the military uniform, the gradually rotting flesh and blood, the pain that made him unable to walk, the biting cold wind in the air, really didn't matter.
But he had made up his mind that he could die for his ideas.
He can even die without a name. But that... stinky boy absolutely can't die.
Not in any case.
Because only he who has seen that beautiful world, only he who has lived in such a beautiful country, can protect this world.
At this moment, in all of Zephyr's wishes, nothing is more important than Liu Feng's survival.
His eyes turned firm again.
He then stepped forward with resolute steps.
In front of him, as the sun falls, the world gradually becomes bright and dazzling.
On the way to the execution stand, hope strikes like a light piercing the darkness.
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