"Uh-"

The darkness in front of him gradually receded, and the eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and just trying to open them would exhaust all the strength of the body.

When the light returned, the scene in front of me was very blurry, it was a circle of ghosts, and I couldn't see anything clearly, as if someone was calling my name, and I couldn't hear it clearly, all I could hear was a continuous murmur.

And then finally, after a long time.

"Kuzan, hey, Kuzan!"

The voice could be heard clearly, and the scene in front of him became clear, and the purple-haired man with a cigarette in his mouth came into view.

"Did you hear that, kid?"

That's what he said, and his tone was rather impatient.

"That—Mr. Zefa, in principle, is not allowed to smoke in the ward,"

The ship doctor in the white coat on the side looked a little timid, "The patient's physical condition is very poor—"

"Don't talk stupid, stupid, don't think of Kuzan as the kind of spineless guy."

Consciousness gradually cleared up, and then clearly heard his teacher say a serious bastard thing, "This little thing, just hold on a little and get through." ”

"Uh-this, it's not, it's a question of backbone, right?"

The doctor's voice grew lower and lower until it was inaudible.

"Eh-Mr. Zefa, I think it's better to listen to what the doctor says, I also want to live a few more years."

Kuzan tried to open his mouth to speak, and the inside of his throat was dry as if he had chewed a knife, and it hurt.

"Oh! Kuzan, you bastard is finally sober,"

The face with a cigarette in his mouth leaned in front of him, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Only then did Kuzan notice that Mr. Zefa was still carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Mr. Zefa!"

The ship's doctor was going to cry.

"Spare me, Mr. Zefa,"

General Kuzan smiled bitterly, "I'm a serious injured person who can't move now." ”

"That's right,"

Gently snuffing out the cigarette butt on his mouth, Mr. Zefa sat on the hospital bed, casually put the wine bottle aside, Mr. Zefa turned his back to Kuzan and whispered, "Isn't it said that a glass of wine after failure is the best way to relieve stress?" Ahh ”

"No, no, no, no matter what, drinking to a seriously injured person who has just regained consciousness or something, it's just something that demons do."

Mr. Ship's Doctor whispered.

"Oh-"

Kuzan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Did I lose?" ”

"Well, a complete failure,"

Zefa said casually, "Although Sakasky couldn't move when we rushed over after the battle, he was still very conscious, as for you-"

"I probably do."

Kuzan struggled to lower his head, his whole body wrapped in a thick bandage, and the sharp pain came from all over his body after the anesthetic had worn off.

"When Baixiang brought you over, I really thought you were going to die, tsk, it's so miserable, I'm covered in injuries."

Mr. Zefa looked like he couldn't look back on the past.

"Did Monsieur Louis find me?"

Kuzan tried to remember what he saw at the end, and in the end, the two of them were almost running out of gas, and their domineering energy was exhausted several times, and they had no physical strength to recover at all, because the natural physique of both sides, and even the power to cause damage to each other, relied on desperately condensing a little armed color domineering.

"Well, you were sent far away, and it seems that you have a strong look."

Zefa nodded.

"Sakasky, ha-"

Kuzan smiled freely, "Lost." ”

At the last moment of the fierce fight, it was clear that both sides had run out of gas, but Sakasky's guy seemed to suddenly have a divine help, obviously like himself, he had to do all his best just to move, but he avoided his full attack at the same time, he broke out with all his strength, and smashed a fist wrapped in armed color into his face, directly blasting himself away.

I can't remember what happened after that, anyway, this is a defeat, right?

"Ahh

Kuzan said so suddenly.

"Huh? What the? ”

Mr. Zefa was stunned.

"There are victories and defeats, you have to savor them."

Kuzan smiled and closed his eyes and rubbed the pillow, "After fighting for so long, I can finally get a good night's sleep, really, I want to tell Sakasky halfway through the fight, or we will rest for a while before continuing." ”

“……”

Zefa turned his head and looked at the disciple who had closed his eyes and rested, and suddenly laughed, "Haha, you kid, haven't you slept enough for so long since the battle ended?" ”

"Just let me, the loser, sleep to death."

Kuzan spat out the words.

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"What's wrong? Sakaski, why is he still frowning as a winner? ”

Leaning against the wall, Louis looked at Sakasky sitting on the hospital bed, this guy was in a better condition than Kuzan, he had already woken up, and his injuries were better.

"Is Kuzan awake?"

He asked.

"Well, I woke up, and I fell asleep again."

Louis smiled, he should indeed be happy, Sakasky has won the final victory, the position of the admiral is already in his hands, and then, the opportunity to bring back Admiral Kuzan, the flesh has been planted, and there is basically no problem in this aspect of the navy.

"yes, that guy is fine,"

Sakasky nodded.

"Wow, Sakasky, do you care about that pheasant?"

Louis was a little surprised, this is completely inconsistent with Sakasky's character.

"Louie, I seem to see the future when I fight Kuzan to the end."

Instead of answering Louie's question, Sakasky said it suddenly.

"Oh! See and hear the ultimate domineering, foresee the future! A great trick, Charlotte? Katakuri is very good at this, and I don't think you can learn it too. ”

Louis exclaimed.

"But now I can't feel that feeling at all, as if what I saw at that moment was just an illusion."

General Sakasky, no, the marshal looked a little tangled.

"Now that I've experienced it, it's not going to be difficult to work towards that side again."

Louis said casually, "Just practice more, you should have a lot of time after becoming a marshal." ”

What if Sakasky was really able to foresee the future because of Louis's temporary help? Louis was a little interested, after all, this guy had experienced the feeling of foreseeing the future.

Now the matter has really been settled, and the pheasant's side has accepted this result, after all, it is a 'fair' decisive battle proposed by him, and the defeated people have nothing to say.

Akainu Sakasky, who has since topped the naval camp.

The battle for the marshal of the Navy has finally settled.