Ever since his wife and child had been killed by pirates, Zephyr had devoted himself to teaching the younger generation. The Navy's future outweighed everything else in his heart.
But after a single attack, all that fresh blood had been wiped out. That brutal pirate had killed everyone and had even severed Zephyr's once-proud right arm.
"Black Arm" had lost his arm. After that rainy night, Zephyr seemed to have aged ten years.
But Zephyr did not know that, after the Marineford War ended a few years later, the Navy would obey the World Government's orders to fill the vacant Shichibukai position.
Edward Weevil, the pirate who had cut off Zephyr's right arm and slaughtered an entire ship of Navy recruits, became the new Shichibukai.
The savage pirate who called himself "Whitebeard Jr." ascended to the seat of Shichibukai, while the old man fitted with a mechanical arm left the Navy he had protected his entire life, filled with resentment and loneliness.
Zephyr had worn the Navy uniform for most of his life. Until the very end, he had never betrayed the two words on his back.
So-called justice could sometimes be this laughable.
Long Yi's serious tone caught Zephyr off guard. But a moment later, the old man vigorously ruffled his hair with his left hand and spoke earnestly.
"You're still young. Don't let your hostility get so heavy. Besides, with your strength, who can you beat right now? Train properly for a few more years first."
Though he said that, warmth quietly rose in Zephyr's heart. When he looked at Long Yi, his eyes held a little more gentleness.
Long Yi chuckled and did not insist. He smoothed out his slightly messy hair, sat down, and continued eating.
The incident seemed to have passed just like that, yet