"That arrogant Pirate King..."
Redfield forced himself to his feet and yelled at Kuro, "That's not some arrogant Pirate King! That's the position Roger once held, the throne that all pirates dream of, just like your dream of becoming an Admiral or Fleet Admiral in the Marines!"
Kuro looked at him quietly and asked, "So, what's the difference?"
These words startled Redfield.
yes...
What difference could there be?
Why would I say such a thing? Doesn't this mean I'm admitting that the dreams of the Navy and pirates are essentially equal in every way?
Aren't these people no different?
Own...
Redfield stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Are these new kids so quick-witted?"
The smile showed a sense of relief.
He straightened his posture and glanced at the water sphere above that reflected his body. He saw that he was no longer as ferocious and distorted as before. Although he was still covered in mud and blood, he still looked like a gentleman.
He picked up the bat-shaped umbrella from the ground, held it in his hand, and stared at it blankly. "The old days..."
As he spoke, he looked at Kuro again.
The young navy man, wielding a black sword, exuded youthful vigor.
His gaze shifted again, landing on the navy men beneath the giant white shield. Each of them had a resolute expression, but they all appeared to be quite young, none exceeding forty years old.
For Redfield today, that's already very young.
"Is the old era... really over?"
Redfield chuckled and shook his head, gripping the bat umbrella tightly. He looked directly at Kuro and said, "Don't underestimate the old era, kid. We're not as bad as you make us out to be!"
He held the bat umbrella upright in front of him, his domineering aura reappearing on it, and laughed, "After all, you did learn something from this old guy."
Upon hearing this, Kuro smiled slightly. "Admitting you're getting old..."
He gripped Qiu Shui tightly and charged forward again, "Then let's put our skills to good use again and leave what we can leave behind for future generations!"
The two figures continued to flash through the space, using the same steps and speed. In everyone's eyes, they seemed to teleport, appearing here in an instant to clash and strike each other. Then they turned into two afterimages and appeared on the other side to continue colliding.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
This time, Kuro stopped sending rain, and Redfield had no intention of breaking out from elsewhere; it was a one-on-one, high-intensity collision.
The domineering black-gold electric current and the domineering purple vortex collided and interacted continuously in space, leaving the ground in a terrible state.
This place had been the site of a long battle, and the guns and cannons had not caused any significant changes to the terrain. However, under the attack of these two, it had been split into several pieces, with seawater gushing out and churning in the cracks.
The battle continued until the night sky gradually brightened, turning a hazy yellow, and a bright sun peeked out from the east.
BOOM!!!
With a final, deafening roar, Redfield dodged aside, landing in one spot, his chest heaving, his breathing becoming erratic, the domineering aura that had enveloped him completely vanished.
Whoosh whoosh!
On the other side, Kuro moved like a ghost, flashing several times before standing opposite Redfield.
The golden, domineering aura, as sharp as lightning, gradually faded from Qiu Shui's blade.
"No need to take care of this old man!"
Redfield roared, veins bulging, "I can still fight!"
"Don't misunderstand..."
Kuro held up Shusui horizontally, flicked two fingers, and said calmly, "I never thought someone of your level was so easy to deal with. I just wanted to use a powerful technique I just developed."
Two fingers were smeared on the blade, emitting a golden light. The rising red sun behind them shone on this golden light, making the light appear somewhat blood-red and emitting a dazzling brightness.
"This move was already in a stage of near completion, but the way you used it made it perfect."
He tossed Qiu Shui aside, grasped it with both hands, and held it at an angle beside him, striking a pose resembling a 'reverse kasaya slash'.
"Oh? A technique that uses my speed? I'd like to see it."
Redfield held the bat umbrella upright again, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Come on! Let me, the old generation, witness the power of the new era!!"
call...
The rising sun seemed to bring a breeze that blew from behind Kuro forward, ruffling Redfield's braids and causing him to squint unconsciously.
brush!
In the instant the wind stirred, Kuro appeared behind Redfield. His speed was so fast that it was impossible to even see how he moved, as if he were a ghost.
The 'Reverse Kasaya Slash' seemed to have been unleashed, and Kuro maintained the slashing posture, then twirled the blade and sheathed it.
"Is this the power of your new era?" Redfield asked slowly, his back to him.
The blade was gradually sheathed.
Kuro said, "Yes, the power of the new era. Listen carefully to the rhythm of the wind that you haven't felt in a long time."
Click.
The blade is closed.
"Secret Technique: One Strike to Sever All Thoughts - White Tiger Kill".
Kuro said calmly, "Did you hear that? The final echo of the divine wind."
laugh!!!
A huge gash burst open in Redfield's body, stretching diagonally from his shoulder to his waist. Blood gushed out like a fountain, scattering into crimson flowers that looked incredibly vibrant under the red sunlight.
"ah..."
He stretched out his hand, his five fingers pointing at the rising sun, as if he wanted to grasp it.
That represents a fresh start, and it also represents his ambition to regain his youth.
"Take it all, take it all. I may not be like Shiki, and you can even say I'm giving you the Devil Fruit, but there's always something you can use it for. Also, let this old guy see what the new era looks like."
He clenched his fist loosely for a moment, then suddenly released his grip, a relieved smile playing on his lips. Gazing at the rising sun, he murmured, "How wonderful, a new era..."
Thump.
His body fell down.
Blood continued to flow from his fallen body, and under the sunlight, it even shone with a neon color, highlighting Redfield's blood-soaked body and making it shine brilliantly.
"You've been watching what the new era looks like all along, you just haven't noticed it yet."
Kuro turned around and sighed, "From the very beginning, you misunderstood. Everyone has their own ideas about ideals and ambitions. Of course, I have no right to comment on your ideals; they're all the same."
Therefore, there's nothing wrong with Lao Tzu wanting to live a carefree life of eating, drinking, and having fun!
Ideals have no hierarchy or value!
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