"Old man."

"Haha, Sith is back, the old man has now run out of oil, but it's also quite nice to see you come back."

Karp's majestic man was skinny at this time, but what remained unchanged was the man's arrogance and toughness.

"Daddy, you can't see that the oil is running out."

"Oh, isn't the old man running out of oil like this?"

Karp touched the bones on his chest that he could already feel, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"When will you, the second boy, praise people, but I like this sentence."

However, in the next moment, the man's face turned pale all of a sudden.

"Ahem, ahem, hahaha, I didn't expect that the old man would die on the sickbed in the end."

Karp stumbled to his feet, and despite the Sith's resistance, slowly walked out of his room towards the tomb he had prepared for himself.

And right behind him, the tall and burly figure of the Sith silently looked at the proud man.

"Sith, aren't you going up?"

"This is Daddy's last ray, how can he allow his weakness to be seen by me?" Sith clenched his hands into fists, and almost instantly, there was a feeling of collapse due to the violent force around him, but such an aura also flashed.

"That's the pride of being a father, and how can I, as a son, insult it."

At the same time, the Sith also knew where his old father was going.

That's the last trace of tenderness that belongs to my father's heart, so leave it to Dad!!

Silently, the Sith stepped away from his legs and moved towards the place little by little.

And behind him, the red dog in a black suit quietly looked at this man who still did not have any aging even after decades, and sighed. If this man had chosen to sit in his position back then, the Navy might have become more brilliant, but unfortunately, this man didn't have any rights in his heart. After everything is put down, he is left with only his relatives and the righteousness in his heart.

The Sith is purer than anyone else, and it is because of this that he is stronger than anyone else.

It's a pity that the relatives and friends in his heart have slowly disappeared with the ruthlessness of time.

Marshal of the Warring States who left a few years ago, Lieutenant General Tsuru ~~

My own mentor who left some time ago, the black-wristed Zefa~~

And at this time, he has to say goodbye to Karp, the hero who chased One Piece all the way when he was young and became the biggest bastard in the navy in his middle and late years, and this man also has a layer of identity, his father.

Sith silently watched the sunset and took a deep breath.

He wanted to exhale the depression in his heart, but, alas, he couldn't.

The use of these techniques has greatly delayed the aging of these old people, but unfortunately, their bodies are no longer as strong as they were before.

They all fell under the disease, and even their own father ended up with the same result.

Sith sat on the cliff where he usually sits, quietly watching the falling sunset, a little tear flowing from his eyes. Just now, he felt that his father's breath, which had been weakened to the extreme, had completely disappeared, not like the previous time, but there was still a breath left, but it had completely disappeared.

"Father, let's go."

The Sith slowly closed his eyes, and immediately stood up, kneeling heavily and kowtowing to the place where his father's breath had vanished.

Amid the sound of countless rocks shattering, the burly man let out a roar of his own.

"Ah~~~"

The Sith's tears finally burst the banks.

Back then, it was this old man who returned to the Navy Headquarters with the loss of his mother and raised himself as his own son, and it was precisely because of the existence of this old man that the Sith had a happy childhood, at least he would not be lost because he knew that he was an orphan. Although he wanted to know who his father and mother were during the rebellious period, he got used to it later, because in his eyes, home was already in this place, and if you didn't cherish it, how could you have time to cherish it.

While the Sith was in tears, he made a leap to the man who was already sitting in front of the grave of his beloved wife.

"Father~~"

The Sith's tears hadn't stopped since just now.

Because he understood his father's actions, and he understood his father's thoughts.

He once muttered that when people are old, they will go back to their hometown, and the old man will not be able to return to the windmill village in this life, so, Sith, let my head face in the direction of the East China Sea when I die, after all, my home is in that place, and the old man remembers that your mother's grave is in this place, at that time, you don't need to find me another thing, just help me bury it next to your mother, after all, she has been lonely for so long, and the old man will always have to pay a tribute.

"Father~~~"

……

"Lieutenant General Sith, do you know what you're talking about?"

Akainu stared at the man in front of him, looking at the man in front of him who was white-headed overnight, with a helpless look on his face.

"Marshal Sakasky, I choose to retire, this time, I will not leave my father's side, that man has been alone all his life, let me stay with him for a while."

"You can't be resurrected from death, Sith."

The Sith was still red-eyed, staring at the man in front of him with a frowning brow, word for word.

"Please allow ~~"

"Ah~~"

Sith took the retirement application in his hand, took off his cloak of justice, returned to the house he had gotten, and quietly looked at the photo with the smiles of unknown numbers of people recorded on it, his eyes red.

"Father, mother, uncle, uncle, this time, let me stay with you for a while, after all, I didn't communicate with you well before you left."

The Sith silently closed the door of his room and sank silently into his own world.

……

Gradually, the name of the Sith disappeared from the navy, although in the deliberate propaganda of the navy, the name of this ghostly vice admiral still existed.

However, except for those who have actually seen the Sith and know his current position, they have begun to slowly forget the name of this man, the pride and justice that this man represents, and the man who has suppressed the entire era with force and silently chosen to stay in the old era.

……

"Forget me."

"Forget me, forget me, that's good!"

The Navy should not be strong because of me, but because of all of them.

In the end, I also became a strong navy and an obstacle to maintaining justice.

Forget me, forget me.