"Ozawa ...... Ozawa ......"

The little boy opened his eyes, and in front of him was the concerned face of the neighbor's carpenter.

"How do you sleep here?"

"Woo...... the little boy yawned, "I'm waiting for my mom and dad, my mom and dad went to the clinic yesterday, saying they came back yesterday." ”

"Maybe there's something to delay, it's a common thing." The carpenter took out a sandwich from his basket and handed it to Ozawa. "Eat, you should be hungry."

"Ah, thank you, uncle!" Zefa took the sandwich and smiled brightly at the uncle, first rinsed his mouth with the river water on the bank, and then took the sandwich and swallowed it in a big gulp.

"Delicious~"

"Hahaha, your parents don't know when they're coming, do you want to go fishing with me?" The carpenter waved his fishing rod.

The little boy was a little moved, but quickly shook his head, as if to shake the temptation out of his head.

"No, I still have to wait for my parents. Uncle, you can catch more! ”

"Okay, uncle catch more fish for Ozawa to make fish soup, hahaha" rubbed Ozawa's short purple hair, and the carpenter laughed and walked away.

Zefa waited until the clear water of the river was dyed golden.

"Uncle, why are you here again?" Ozawa looked at Uncle Carpenter sitting beside him suspiciously.

"I'm kicked out by your aunt because I've been fishing for too long, hahaha." The uncle laughed a little far-fetched.

Ozawa pulled down the dust from the next place with his hand and asked the uncle to sit down.

At this time, the evening breeze blows lightly on the riverside, the aquatic plants on the bank sway with the wind, and there are insects chirping, and from time to time there are fish poking out of the water surface and spitting bubbles, and diving to the bottom of the river with a swing of tail.

The uncle's rough hand stroked Zefa's head.

"Ozawa, what kind of person do you want to be?"

"Hero! I want to be a hero who makes everyone happy. ”

I don't know how long, Ozawafa fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the room of the neighbor's uncle's son, and his aunt put breakfast on the table and had his share.

This year, Zefa was eight years old.

At the age of 14, in order to become a hero, Zefa entered the naval academy at the same time as Karp (18 years old), Sengoku (19 years old), and Tsuru (17 years old).

"Why can't I practice well, Brother Karp!"

"Hahaha, if you don't practice well, keep practicing, hard work won't disappoint you, Zefa!"

In the cold-blooded cold-blooded winter, youth and teenagers have swung their fists a thousand times.

At the age of 28, Zefa was promoted from an ordinary soldier to a corporal, and in the same year, Karp, Sengoku, and Tsuru had already made their name on the sea!

At the age of 34, Zefa, who has accumulated a lot of money, caught several sea thieves one after another, and broke into the name of "black wrist" Zefa.

At the age of 38, Zefa rose to the rank of general and married in the same year. It's been the most proud year.

At the age of 39, a son was born

At the age of 42, Zefa once again upheld his justice, and when he returned to his hometown town on a warship, there was no woman in the harbor who was smiling with a child in her arms.

"Mr. Zefa! Jackson said...... He said that he was very proud of his teachings to Mr. Zefa! The tearful students in the rain bowed to Zefa. He has to experience similar scenes several times a year, and each time it hurts his heart.

There is a tragedy in this world that you work hard to the death, try your best, and the result is worse, like fate deliberately played the worst joke on you, making you want to cry without tears.

There was a boy who dreamed of becoming a hero, and after half a life of hard work, he became a hero!

But...... Nothing has changed.

He still lost all his loved ones.

The enthusiastic and idealistic disciples he taught gave their precious lives for this era!

But on the sea, there are more and more pirates who burn, kill and loot.

Zefa knelt in front of the clown, his gaze distorted, and in front of him was the corpse of his wife's tragic death, a young navy with a familiar face who had fallen under the pirate's smirk.

He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't breathe in a breath of fresh air. Fear of poison gas triggered his own asthma.

"It only takes a bad day for the most rational person to become crazy!"

Surrounded by the navy, the clown, with a wicked smile, rested his dagger on Zefa's right arm......