Jin and his group walked on the streets of West Blue, the air thick with the tension of war.
Most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the few pedestrians hurrying by looked nervous, afraid of being caught up in the impending conflict.
"It seems the war here has already broken out."
Jin's tone was calm, as if he had expected all of this.
They walked through the streets, their ears filled with news about the world destroyer, Byrdi World, and the West Blue pirate war.
Brook said softly, "Infighting between pirates?"
A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his voice, though gentle, revealed his incomprehension of the chaotic situation.
Suddenly, a passerby couldn't help but interject:
"No, the Navy is involved in this war."
Brook widened his eyes and looked at the man in surprise:
"Ah? So the Navy is helping the West Blue pirates? After all, the other side has such a big reputation."
His guess seemed reasonable, after all, Byrdi World's notoriety had spread throughout the world, and the Navy had reason to unite with the local pirates to deal with this difficult opponent first.
Hearing Brook's question, Jin shook his head, a meaningful smile on his lips:
"Quite the opposite."
His voice was low but revealed a force that could not be ignored.
Brook was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood something, and the surprise in his heart was gradually replaced by awe.
The look in his eyes at Jin was filled with complex emotions, mixed with curiosity and admiration for the admiral's decision.
"The Navy isn't here to help any pirates," Jin continued, "Our mission is to end all threats, no matter who they are."
His tone was firm, and his eyes were sharp, as if he had already seen through the entire situation.
Brook nodded, not saying anything more, but in his heart, he had a clearer understanding of the upcoming battle.
This war was not just infighting between pirates, but also the Navy using iron-fisted methods to clean up this chaotic battlefield.
Jin's decision was swift and merciless.
He wanted everyone to understand that in this sea, whether you were a notorious pirate or an influential figure, you had to submit to him or be completely wiped out.
"The world has suffered from pirates for too long..."
Jin stood on the street, looking out at the entire sea.
But his thoughts were not on this peaceful night.
The chaos of this world had never stopped, as if every wave carried countless angers and ambitions.
And those who held the belief that "Joy Boy will bring peace" were, in his opinion, just chasing an illusory dream.
How can peace be expected from a mythical savior?
Jin's gaze shifted from the rolling sea to the distance, that chaotic West Blue was his greatest concern.
Countless pirates recklessly destroyed the land that should have belonged to people living and working in peace, and those who were destroyed still didn't understand that they were one of the sources of the chaos.
"Peace can never be brought by one person," he murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "Everyone must realize the chaos of this world, only when they awaken themselves can they truly bring order."
He pondered for a moment, as if planning some great change.
Fewer pirates, more order - this was what he was pursuing, and what he believed was the only achievable future.
He didn't believe in the myth of the savior, but he believed that in order, everyone could find their place.
Only in this way would peace truly come, instead of becoming a legendary prophecy.
The stars in the sky seemed brighter, as if responding to his determination.
Jin smiled softly, turned and left the street, his steps firm and powerful, with a plan for his next move already in his heart.
Brook looked at Jin standing at the bow of the ship, and a sense of reverence and admiration he had never felt before surged in his heart.
Under the cover of night, Jin's figure seemed to be adorned with starlight, exuding a radiance that could not be ignored.
That unwavering belief seemed to have transformed into a dazzling light, reaching directly into Brook's heart.
Brook quietly watched Jin, and the doubts and hesitations in his heart were swept away.
He clearly realized that the man in front of him was not just a powerful Navy admiral, but also a dreamer who shouldered the fate of changing the world.
The respect in Brook's heart transformed into a resolute loyalty, he was willing to follow this man, even through storms and flames, as long as he could help him realize that grand ideal.
"Yohohohohohoho..."
Brook's signature laughter echoed on the ship, but with an indescribable firmness.
"Your dream will definitely come true."
Brook's words floated in the wind, like an oath, and like a blessing.
His empty eye sockets seemed to be shining with some kind of brilliance, although he had already lost his life, at this moment, his soul was incomparably alive, burning with longing for the future.
He was no longer the lonely skeleton musician drifting in the darkness, but a warrior with faith and pursuing a dream.
At this moment, Brook truly identified with Jin, with his ideals, and with everything he represented.
He understood that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would fight alongside Jin until the light of that dream shone on the entire world.
......
On the battlefield between the two great pirate groups, Chinjao and Byrdi World, the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.
Every inch of land was stained crimson by this life-and-death struggle.
The clash of swords and shadows, accompanied by roars and screams, made the whole world tremble for this war.
Chinjao's face was filled with deep anger, his brow furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire.
His fists were like iron hammers, constantly striking the enemies in front of him, each punch carrying his deep hatred for Byrdi World.
Chinjao knew that this was no longer a simple struggle for interests, but a struggle for the future fate of West Blue.
Byrdi World stood on the other end of the battlefield, his figure as majestic as a mountain, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
His existence was like an insurmountable barrier, making enemies feel despair.
The weapon in Byrdi World's hand was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, mercilessly reaping the lives of those who dared to stand in his way.
He sneered at Chinjao's anger, believing that this was nothing more than a dying struggle of the weak in front of the strong.
The battle between the two great pirate groups was like a violent storm, fierce and brutal.
The ground was covered with broken weapons and tattered flags, and the soil was soaked with blood, forming a viscous blood mud.
Every pirate was doing their best, fighting hard, as if they knew that the winner of this battle would determine the future of West Blue.
The confrontation between Chinjao and World was particularly fierce, the two figures flashing constantly on the battlefield, each collision was like a thunderous roar.
Chinjao's fist wind was like a violent storm, while World's counterattack was like a landslide, two powerful forces collided fiercely on the battlefield, neither willing to give way.
This battle was not only for survival, but also for the dignity and future of West Blue.
Whether it was Chinjao or Byrdi World, they understood that the battle between them had risen to a point of no return.
At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with an indescribable tragic atmosphere, everyone involved in the war was clear.
The end of this battle will be a river of blood and a field of corpses.
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