Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Hattori's all hidden in Fang Lang's heart is far less important than the other three.

Even if everyone is a partner, this prejudice still exists here and cannot be erased. An honest admission like this is much better than a false pretense. Fang Lang never thought it was a bad thing.

The impressions of the few people named by Mr. Songyang had been deeply ingrained before they met him. Even if he doesn't understand their temperament, Fang Lang still has fantasies and longings for the three of them. But this longing, Quan Zang did not have it.

Fang Lang didn't feel any guilt, because he also knew that there were more important existences than them in Quanzang's heart. This kind of thing couldn't be forced, just let it be, just obey your own state of mind. It's like an equal exchange, and there is no need to be dissatisfied.

Fang Lang is also very relieved to hand over the things on the earth to Quanzang, but if it is handed over to Gaoshan, he will not be at ease. After all, when it comes to dealing with things, Quan Zang is more flexible than Gao Shan.

Besides, when he recovers from his injury, he will definitely devote himself to the battle training with Nimizu Jiro, and will not have the energy to care about other things. In order for him to concentrate on training, other things can only be handed over to Quan Zang. But that being said, even if it is handed over to Takasugi, let alone disturbing him, he will definitely not care about it. That person is wayward to death.

This is also his affirmation of Quanzang and his trust in his partnership.

The moonlight slanted into the room through the open window, coating the bed with a shallow white light in the early stage, making the edges blurred and translucent. Under the thick eiderdown quilt, the already tattered body was covered. The person with this body opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling motionless. The pain of defeat is deeper than the scars on the body. It seems to have pierced the heart and dripped blood.

The bandages almost covered his whole body, entangled him like a snake.

Not reconciled.

If he hadn't suddenly left at that time, he would definitely be able to continue fighting, and who would die by then might not be known.

Stubbornness, perhaps just a stubborn idea, was overthrown by himself in the next second.

Not reconciled.

But even if you are not reconciled, there are things you must admit.

Himself, lost to heaven and man.

In front of that power, he is just a kitten waving its fangs.

If he hadn't left because of other things at that time, he would have died there.

This is the real reality.

Not reconciled....

Want to become stronger....

I don't want to lose...

The hands hidden under the quilt grabbed the sheet under him and clenched into fists.

"...."

"Smelly brat, you are too weak."

The uncle who appeared by the bed at some point made a muffled voice, with the usual dissatisfaction and slight impatience on his face when he lectured others. His eyebrows were tangled together, and he snorted contemptuously. He didn't show much emotion, as if he just came to complain.

This just annoyed Takasugi even more. Looking at the ceiling, his gaze shifted to the window. Looking along the moonlight, he saw the wind gently lift up the translucent curtains, and the tulle curtains were blown open by the wind, fluttering softly. But now he doesn't have any interest in searching for words suitable for this scene from his mind, or he doesn't want to watch anything now, and he doesn't have any mood.

However, the annoying uncle Musui Jiro came to sneer. So Takasugi retorted as a matter of course following his extremely bad mood.

"If you just want to see a joke, you can go away."

He wouldn't be vulnerable in front of this man, absolutely not. Takasugi's dark green eyes have no focus, just nothingness, blurry in front of his eyes.

"Hey, why bother if you lose?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Ah—you're really troublesome." Nimizu Jiro supported his waist with one hand, and rubbed the back of his neck with the other hand. "Even if you know you don't want your life, it's troublesome to come back in such a mess, okay. When will you be able to make people feel at ease?"

Although he said it was troublesome, Nimizu Jiro never felt that Takasugi was troublesome-even though Takasugi was indeed a troublesome brat.

"...tsk."

Takasugi looked like he didn't want to answer. It seems to be asleep.

"...You are always so stubborn."

Seeing that Takasugi didn't answer, Nimizu Jiro softened his tone a little.

Originally, he didn't want to come here to say anything at all. He didn't know what to say to a brat who lost a fight and was depressed. He was not a guy who likes to talk, comforting and other shy words I can't tell what happened.

Even if Tatsugoro Terada told him to continue, he didn't want to continue until he didn't act for several days. Even if he is standing here now, he definitely did not come here because of his own consciousness. Why do you choose to come when everyone is asleep? He didn't want to explain, it was just for convenience anyway.

Nishizu Jiro pulled out a chair and sat down beside the bed.

It's not that he can't understand Takasugi's feelings about losing a fight. After all, he also often lost to Terada Tatsugoro. It's not that there won't be a situation like Takasugi's, where loss will always be by his side. But never be defeated.

Nimizu Jiro put one hand on the bulge of the quilt, although he couldn't feel his body temperature through the thick quilt.

"Sometimes it's okay to be honest."

"It's okay to be unwilling or resentful."

"Cry if you want to cry."

"Just act like I'm too dark to see me."

He rarely said a joke. This was probably the gentlest consolation he could think of.

He couldn't say funny things like Terada Tatsugoro. Words that make people laugh.

Soon, he felt a small, faint tremor coming from under the quilt.

Nimizu Jiro didn't speak any more, just quietly maintained this movement. He didn't know what time it was, but everyone must be asleep anyway, except him and Takasugi.

The resentment and unwillingness that the young man had accumulated in his heart for a long time poured out silently under the moonlight. Takasugi stubbornly did not make any sound, only the trembling told the catharsis of this emotion.

After a long time, he spoke.

The voice is soft like a ghost.

"I want to be strong." ..