Pirates: Invincible At The Beginning

Sorata put away the depression in her heart.

Turning to A Jian, he said, "By the way, Uncle A Jian, why do you keep wearing a windmill on your head? Can you give me the windmill?"

"windmill?"

A Jian paused, then touched the windmill on his head and fell into deep thought.

Aware of Ah Jian's state, Sorata asked aloud: "Uncle Jian, what's the matter? Are you reluctant?"

"It's not that I'm reluctant, it's just that this windmill has a special meaning to someone."

Ah Jian came back to his senses and explained.

"someone?"

"Well! A strong, brave man."

At this time Sorata already knew who he was talking about, but he still asked knowingly.

"Who the hell is that!"

Jian looked in the direction of the orange grove behind the village, and slowly told the story of Nami.

He has a gentle smile when he tells the story of Nami and the windmill.

When it comes to Nami joining the Dragon Pirates, he shows hatred.

When it comes to Nami, every time he returns to the village with injuries all over his body, he will show his heartache.

Under the oppression of the Dragon Pirates, Nami became the only ray of light in the hearts of him and all the villagers.

In fact, they have always known why Nami joined the Dragon Pirates, and they also knew why Nami came back with injuries every time he went out.

But they can't do anything, they can't help Nami a bit.

All they can do is keep Nami from messing around a bit and let her do what she thinks she can really buy back the village from Arlong.

Even if they all know, this is actually a luxury.

But this is the only hope in Nami's heart.

This glimmer of hope cannot be broken by them.

If you really want to break, you have to go slower.

Because if Nami is desperate, the only light in their hearts will be gone.

Thinking of this, Ah Jian shook his head, putting away the hatred for the Dragon Pirates on his face.

Looking at the village road, the faces of the villagers were filled with smiles again, and a smile appeared on his face.

It feels like it's back to when the dragon didn't come.

"Yes, it's all over."

The dragon is gone, I think Nami will be very happy!

She no longer has to go to sea for money.

No more drawing the damn map for Arlong.

She will be able to do it again in the future, the little princess of their Cococia village.

Be happy when you should be happy, be sad when you should be sad, no need to pretend to be strong anymore.

Thinking of this, Ah Jian glanced at Kuina more gratefully.

"I really don't know how to thank them!"

Jian shook his head, lost his thoughts, and turned to look at Sorata.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what you want this windmill for!"

Sorata stared at the windmill above his head and smiled.

"I just saw that you have a windmill on your head. I'm very curious. Besides, isn't this thinking about the Pirate Flag? Thinking about it, just forget about the windmill pattern as the Pirate Flag!"

He did see the windmill, and thought of the protagonist in this world, the windmill village where Wang Luffy is located is also a windmill, so he simply used the windmill.

Otherwise, you would never use a hammer and a sickle, or five stars!

For these two, he is familiar with them, and they are easy to be harmonious.

And the windmill also represents bravery, diligence, progress, loyalty, happiness, agility and love.

It also symbolizes people's love for the sky and fairy-tale happiness.

For him, this is his pursuit.

He also hopes that he and the people he cherishes can always be like windmills.

There can be no troubles, pains, and disasters forever.

You can live a happy, happy and healthy life all the time.

"So this is ah!"

Jian hesitated for a moment, but took off the windmill and handed it to Sorata.

"No, take it!"

However, Sorata didn't pick it up, but looked at Jian with a smile and said, "Forget it! Uncle Jian, I just took it as a reference to draw a flag."

"And for you, this is a good memory with Nami!"

He paused for a moment and continued, "It's impossible for me to snatch a little girl's childhood toy!"

Staring at Sorata's expression that didn't seem to be fake, Ah Jian took back the windmill and put it on the hat again.

To say that he is not willing to part with it is not necessarily true, this is just an ordinary windmill.

And Nami has grown up too, he won't laugh when he looks at his windmill like when he was a child.

This windmill is just one of his thoughts now.

He hopes that every time Nami comes back, she can turn away all the unhappy emotions and keep being happy just like when she was a child.

"Well then, I'll find a piece of cloth later and draw a windmill flag for you myself, how about it?"

"What a shame!"

Sorata stared at Jian with surprise.

"Then please, Uncle Jian."

Hearing that Ah Jian was willing to help draw the flag, he was subconsciously happy.

Um! This is not because his painting skills are ugly.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. It is my honor to draw the pirate flag for the benefactor of our entire Cocosia village."

"That's okay, I'll go and help you draw the pirate flag first."

It can be seen that he is more eager than Sorata, presumably because he is happy to do things for Sorata and the others!

Sorata hastily thanked again.

Looking at his back in the distance, he joyfully raised the wine gourd and took a sip.

"Comfortable."

Then he lay there basking in the sun like an old man.

Not to mention, the sun in spring, even the sun at noon is so comfortable.

...

The setting sun at dusk scatters warm light.

In the center of the village road in Cocosia Village, several large piles of bonfires have already been piled up.

Around the bonfire, there are grilled meat, fruits and various seafood.

The villagers who had been suppressed for a long time let go of all their pretense.

Some of them were crying, some were laughing, and some were yelling like crazy.

They need to vent so much.

The three of Ahua were pulled into the crowd by the young people in the village.

Together with the villagers, they danced a simple and simple dance around the bonfire.

Beside a bonfire, Sorata sat cross-legged on the ground, drinking from a gourd of wine in his hand.

And Kuina was leaning on his shoulder, looking at the crowd around the campfire with a blushing face.

She likes this kind of banquet.

Although she was busy from noon to dusk, she didn't feel tired at all, instead she had a heartfelt sense of satisfaction.

This made her, who never drank, drink a few glasses today as an exception.

Kuina looked up at Sorata dimly.

"Well, Sorata."

Sorata turned her head to look at Kuina's cute look and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Do you think I should think of a title!"

"What title?"

Kuina tilted her head and thought about it.

"Ok……!"

She frowned in distress, thinking left and right, but couldn't figure it out.

Then she raised her head and stared at Sorata, with a look of pity in her big beautiful eyes.

She grabbed his arm and shook it.

"I can't think of one, Sorata, you should think of one for me!"

"Okay, okay, don't shake it anymore, if you shake it again, I will fall apart."

Sorata looked at Kuina and said with a smile: "Our team will be called 'Freedom Adventure Group' from now on, and the flag will be a windmill."

"Um……"

He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up.

"Then I will call you, Statue of Liberty!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help laughing himself.

"Hahaha……!"

Kuina didn't know why Sorata laughed suddenly.

But seeing him laugh, she also laughed foolishly.

"Statue of Liberty? Sounds good e=(′o`))) Ugh!"