Pirates: The Life of a Salted Fish Broken by Roger

Chapter 42 Inexplicable sense of responsibility

"The overlord is domineering!"

Fujitora, who was sitting on the ground, smiled and said with his mouth open in surprise.

"Yeah! What's wrong, are you surprised?" Lin Yu admitted confidently with one hand on his hips.

"You are not those despicable pirates!" Fujitora suddenly realized, his voice already beginning to sound apologetic.

"Tch! No matter which group of pirates you are talking about, I can responsibly tell you that I am not one, because I am not a pirate at all!"

This series of misunderstandings every day almost broke Lin Yu.

"I see, since I'm so ridiculous, then please kill me!"

Fujitora said, grabbed the knife and threw it at Lin Yu. The blade stabbed steadily into the ground only a few centimeters away from him.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? Is this how you apologize? Die to apologize? You have made so many mistakes in your long life, and how many lives do you have to use to make amends?"

Lin Yu yelled at him seriously.

Fujitora was shocked. He didn't expect that a person he suddenly met could speak so profoundly, which made him feel even more ashamed.

"I made a mistake. I don't know what kind of expert you are. Tell me and let me pay my respects."

Fujitora lowered his head and said in a sincere tone.

"Exalted person? Hahahaha! I'm just a member of the secular world. How can I be an expert?"

Lin Yu said moderately while sitting cross-legged opposite him.

"Okay, it really doesn't matter who I am. I want to know why you are sitting here and what happened to this island. From your nonsense just now, I seem to have noticed something bad. It means, if you are willing, tell me."

Lin Yu stared closely at Fujitora, who was blind, as if he couldn't wait to capture some information from that face.

"Hey!"

Fujitora sighed heavily, and then began to tell what happened to him.

He is a swordsman. He has been a swordsman from the beginning. He doesn't know when he became like this.

In this ruthless sea, the knife became his only friend.

He believed that the knife in his arms had feelings. Every time he slashed or swung, the knife was talking to him.

Goodwill is the essence of swordsmanship. Killing the target is the most pungent mockery of the swordsman. This has always been his code of conduct.

Impress the world with gentle sword skills, stare at the last darkness of the world with dark eyes, pluck out the seeds of light, and sow them on the earth.

The knife does not necessarily bring only killing, it can also bring bright hope.

This is his ideal, to cut off things that do nothing and cut off thoughts of desire.

In this way, he walked through this lonely sea with a belief that no one could understand.

Not long ago, he encountered a group of pirates who were burning, killing and looting. He took action. It only happened in a moment and it didn't take much trouble.

Those pirates were afraid of his power, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy. God was kind enough to teach him how to hurt these people.

So he let these people go.

But a few days later, when he arrived at the island, he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

A town destroyed by pirates suddenly appeared before his eyes, with dead people lying on the ground, as if it was the greatest mockery of the despicable human heart.

And what caused all this was the group of pirates he had let go before.

When he knew this, he felt an inexplicable fear, and his spiritual world collapsed instantly, becoming no longer strong enough to support his fragile soul.

He buried those people one by one, and in the process, his heart was broken bit by bit.

Finally, he came to the end of the street, sat on the ground, and destroyed his eyes, hoping to cut off the images of those dead people.

However, even if the light connected with this world is cut off, those painful images still appear clearly in my mind, and they are frighteningly clear.

He just sat there motionless, without eating or drinking, waiting for death to come slowly.

It was the only confession of death he could make.

Until Lin Yu's appearance broke everything for him.

"So it is!"

After Fujitora finished speaking, Lin Yu said in a low voice, as if he felt very much about this matter.

"It seems that there is something wrong with the ideals I have implemented. I have always been on the wrong path, so there is no need to continue on."

Fujitora said desperately, his voice seemed to turn into dust as soon as he said it, and he was extremely humble.

"It's not over yet! You're only halfway through the journey, and there's still a long way to go before the end. Don't think that you can't see the end, so you doubt whether your choice is good or not!"

Lin Yu punched the ground and said loudly.

You must know that Fujitora Yisuke will also play a vital role in the future direction of the world. The justice and evil of the Navy will be implemented by this person.

In summary, he is an indispensable spice in this fight for justice.

"I have seen too much evil in the world, so much that it makes people numb. I can't cut it all with just my knife."

Fujitora spoke with difficulty and frowned, showing an extremely painful and powerless look.

"The answer lies in the future. The seeds of light have sprouted and are just waiting to bloom and bear fruit. It would be really ridiculous if you gave up now!"

Lin Yu stood up from the ground and said with uncontrollable excitement. He felt an invisible force filling him, making him try his best to persuade this man who was frustrated with life.

It's like a sense of mission. Maybe this is the reason why he traveled here.

"Really?" Fujitora raised his head, the expression on his face changed to surprise and confusion, and finally turned to expectation and yearning.

"If you don't believe it, how about we take a gamble?" Lin Yu said confidently.

Fujitora, a lonely swordsman, whose only hobby was gambling, when Lin Yu said these words, all his senses were aroused.

"How to bet?"

"Just bet on the next direction of this era. Since you succumb to what you see now, you are completely disappointed with this era, right?"

Lin Yu stared at him frankly, without covering up.

Fujitora didn't reply, so he took it as his acquiescence.

"Then I tell you that all the answers are hidden in the future. The key to liberating the shackles and constraints of this era lies in the future generation. My position is that I have full confidence in this era."

As a person who knows everything, Lin Yu naturally speaks very confidently, and every word is sonorous and powerful, making it impossible to doubt.

Listening to Lin Yu's words, through his dark eyes, he seemed to feel a ray of light. Although it flashed by, it was worthy of belief.

"I'll bet with you!" He agreed readily.

"Hahahaha! It would be great if there was wine at this time." Lin Yu said with an ointment.

"I know a place where there is wine." Fujitora suddenly raised his head and said.

"You said so, wouldn't it be a sin if you didn't take me with you?" Lin Yu's eyes shone, and he had never looked forward to wine so much.

At the end of the town, in a lonely open space, there is a cellar filled with dusty fine wines.

"cheers!"

Lin Yu and Fujitora unceremoniously took out the wine from the cellar, and you drank one glass at a time.

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