The name Stella was suddenly mentioned and spoken by Akira. The sad and unwilling laughter on Tesoro's face stopped abruptly, like a duck being strangled by its neck.
All the sounds in the world, the sound of the wind, the gasps of the interns in the distance, the frightened breathing of the subordinates... everything disappeared in this moment.
In his world, only the name Stella is left.
He suddenly turned over and sat up. His movements were so fast that he didn't look like a man who had just been defeated and seriously injured. The gravel and gold powder slipped from his body, but he didn't notice it at all.
A pair of eyes that were red due to bloodshot eyes stared directly at Akira's face.
That look in his eyes was no longer crazy or malicious, but an extreme, heart-rending madness.
He opened his mouth, and his chapped lips wriggled, but no sound came out.
A full dozen seconds passed.
"Why... what..."
He finally squeezed out a few words, his voice hoarse. "Why... why did you mention this name?"
"Why?!"
"Why!!"
"Why!!!"
The last sound was no longer a question, but a heart-rending roar!
He was like a completely enraged beast, roaring like crazy, grabbing his hair with both hands, and tearing it violently.
"She's dead!"
Tesoro suddenly raised his head and stared at Akira with his eyes that were almost split open. There was hatred in his voice that Four Blues couldn't wash away, "I was killed by the Celestial Dragons that you protected who claimed to be gods!"
He stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed in the direction of Red Line, his expression extremely ferocious.
"You'd better kill me today! Akira!"
"Otherwise! Sooner or later! I will definitely make them pay a hundred times! A thousand times the price!"
"I want all Holy Land! All Celestial Dragons! to be buried with Stella!"
Crazy roars echoed over the ruins, and every word was soaked in blood and despair.
Akira was not angry at Tesoro's sudden madness, but just looked at him quietly.
That handsome face didn't have the warm smile of the past, but it didn't show any anger because of Tesoro's madness.
Calm.
It's like an ancient well with no bottom, no matter how big a boulder you throw, it won't make a single ripple.
Tesoro also noticed Akira's expression.
His frantic movements suddenly stopped.
The next second, he used his hands and feet together, like a wounded wild dog, rolling and crawling among the rubble and rushing to Akira.
He knelt there and raised his head, his twisted face almost touching Akira's knees.
He tilted his head and looked at Akira's face carefully with his red eyes, as if he was looking for something.
"Where's the smile on your face?"
He spoke nervously, his voice sharp and strange, "Laugh! Why don't you laugh!"
"You are Navy Marshal! You are Navy Marshal who can easily execute Celestial Dragons!"
"You're smiling! Why aren't you laughing!"
He roared almost madly, trying to find the slightest emotion from that calm face.
But he failed.
That face was still terrifyingly calm.
Tesoro's roar gradually subsided, replaced by a kind of murmuring that was almost sleepy.
"You should laugh."
"You have the right to laugh."
His voice became lower and lower, lighter and lighter, full of endless loneliness and self-mockery, "Because you are in charge of the navy, and you are the Navy Marshal who makes Holy Land Celestial Dragons bow their heads."
After saying the last word, he seemed to have all the strength taken away from his body. His head drooped, and his whole body collapsed, like a puddle of mud, paralyzed at Akira's feet.
Seeing that he finally calmed down, Akira sighed lightly.
"You go."
"If you can really make Holy Land Celestial Dragons be buried with Stella--"
"I, this handsome man, give you this opportunity!"
After saying that, Akira stood up neatly and, accompanied by Hancock and Captain Morgan, turned around and left without any sloppiness.
Just then.
"Akira Marshal!"
Tesoro suddenly raised his head, his voice was no longer crazy or hoarse, but with a heartbreaking choking sound.
He swept away the crazy look just now, and his eyes were terrifyingly clear, but also terrifyingly empty.
"Why... did you show up just now!"
He shouted, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.
"If you could have appeared earlier... before Stella was captured by Celestial Dragons..."
"Stella She... isn't she..."
"He won't die?"
Akira stopped, and after two seconds of silence, he looked back at Tesoro, who was kneeling in the ruins, as helpless as a lost child, and said softly:
"Sorry."
"It's me who's late!"
Boom!
This plain apology broke down Tesoro's last psychological defense.
The next second, he could no longer suppress his inner collapse. He covered his face and cried like a child.
The pain, hatred, despair, and unwillingness that have been suppressed for many years...
At this moment, all the tears turned into tears of grief and burst out.
"Stella ah--"
He looked up to the sky and let out a shrill roar. The sadness in his voice was enough to make those who heard it cry.
Akira moved slightly, sighed secretly, and then slowly said, "I can't change what has happened in the past."
"But from the moment I became Navy Marshal, the tragedy of Celestial Dragons taking pleasure in hunting innocent people and robbing women as slaves will never happen again."
"The era where Celestial Dragons enjoyed all privileges will no longer exist."
"Of course, I will never allow evil to grow barbarically in this sea."
"Since you have not yet committed a serious crime, I will give you a chance to be reborn."
Having said this, Akira turned around and faced Tesoro directly, and said in a clear voice, "Are you willing to bow your head for me?"
Tesoro's mournful cries stopped abruptly.
He raised his head suddenly and looked at Akira in disbelief with his red, tear-filled eyes.
"You don't have to rush to answer. I'll give you a month. After one month, if you can get over your past experience, come to Marine Headquarters."
"Of course, if you want to retire from now on, I will respect your choice."
"The premise is that you can't do evil!"
Akira's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.
"Otherwise, you won't be facing these interns next time."
"It's the knife on my waist!"
After saying that, Akira stopped staying, turned around, took Hancock and Morgan, and strode towards the port.
Teams of navy soldiers quickly followed up, carrying the unconscious or seriously injured interns onto stretchers and followed Akira.
Tesoro froze on the spot, kneeling like that until the last intern was carried onto the boat, and until the cables of the intern boat were untied.
Baccarat, Mr. Tanaka and others also came over at this time. They were silent, standing behind Tesoro, looking at the naval training ship that was about to leave with complicated expressions.
Watching the internship boat slowly sail out of the port and disappear on the sea level under the night.
The twisted and sad expression on Tesoro's face gradually disappeared.
Instead, there was unprecedented calm and solemnity.
He stood up slowly and straightened his back.
Under the shocked gazes of all his subordinates, he raised his right hand, faced the direction in which the training ship was leaving, and saluted an incomparable standard military salute.
After a long time, he maintained the saluting posture, looked up at the distant night sky, and murmured softly, "Stella, if we can meet in this era--"
"How nice it would be."
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Please use love to generate electricity.