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"Oh... I see."
Mingde sighed and asked no more.
Many marines had blood feuds with Pirates.
But in recent years, Tony was the only one whose hometown had been destroyed because something he had done brought Pirates to his door.
Once, while drunk, he had said how wonderful it would have been if he had never gone to sea, never picked up that book, and never practiced Asura Swordsmanship.
But there was no medicine for regret. He had sown the cause and reaped the consequence.
People he knew had fallen one by one in pools of blood. The rich aroma of cooking fires had given way to the choking Smoke of explosions, and the laughter of days past had become heartrending screams and sobs.
From that day on, Tony had lived with guilt every waking moment.
Regret gnawed at his heart until he could barely breathe.
But the dead were gone forever. No matter how deeply he regretted it, he could never see or touch them again.
To take revenge on Pirates, Tony had joined the marines as a recruit.
Now, seeing the devastation in Hisville, he had only one thought: Kill them all!!!
But no one noticed the blood-red threads, fine as wheat awns, appearing across Tony's skin as he hurried along the Ice path.
The threads seemed alive, gently licking at Tony's skin and the sharp, cold edge of his sword.
Big Snail City, once home to the City Hall, was now the Scavenger Pirates' gathering place.
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