Self-Discipline! Have You Seen Marineford at Four o’clock in the Morning?

"Because the past history is not important at all!"

"What we want is a bright, infinite, happy and equal future!"

Smoker's deep and powerful voice made the dark-skinned little girl stunned as if struck by lightning.

NEO's new Marine does not care about the secrets and darkness of the World government, and the history buried in the blank for a hundred years!

If someone changed someone to say this to her, she would definitely sneer at the precocious one.

But at this moment,

Looking at the two NEO's new Naval Headquarters Vice Admiral in front of them, they were naturally determined, and somehow she believed them.

"Robin, man, you have to look forward."

At this time, Huo Shao Shan tried to keep the voice very low and soft, and smiled:

"Maybe you don't believe it, but we do."

"History, you say it is important, it is indeed very important..."

"But, neither our group nor Roy will hold onto the past tightly."

"What we want is the future."

Nico Robin was stunned when he heard it, his expression dull and subconsciously asked:

"So...you don't need to use me to interpret the historical text?"

Huo Shao Shan was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"We are NEO's new Marine, how could we take advantage of a ten-year-old girl?"

He stretched out his big rough hand, as if he wanted to rub Robin's head, but in the end he took it back in angrily.

"Don't worry, you don't need to pay anything, let alone what we will do with you..."

"From what I know about Roy's character, he probably just wants to chat with you."

With a gentle smile on his face, he stretched out his hand towards the little girl in front of him.

Smoker beside him also struggled to squeeze a smile that he thought was friendly.

Robin stared at the two powerful uncles in front of him blankly, thinking of Saul's words horribly in his mind.

She took a deep breath and tremblingly, holding Huo Shao Shan's hand.

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New World.

Krai Kana Island.

The wind is very violent, like a roaring dragon walking across the ground.

The fallen leaves danced in the squally wind with a stern howl, and the chill in the cold wind made people's hearts chill.

"Tick, tick..."

A strange voice sounded on the ground.

It was the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

On the coastline of Krai Kana Island, there are criss-crossing sword marks and gullies, and the turbulent sea water flows upside down along the huge cracks, arrogantly flying waves.

The two figures face each other far away.

"I said, you will die."

Hawkeye Mihawk holds the world's number one black knife in one hand, with his eyes drooping like a falcon, and the coldness that penetrates from it does not seem to contain any human emotions.

Opposite him,

The ghost spider holding a pair of knives maintained an offensive posture, with purple and black ghosts lingering around the body, while the Armament Haki on the blade was slowly fading away.

Scarlet and dazzling blood flowed down from a shocking wound on his chest, gurgling out, dyeing his uniform and pants red.

The dry coastal beach soil under your feet is like a never-ending hungry beast, greedily absorbing the blood he shed.

That sword mark spread from the ghost spider's left chest all the way down to the right abdomen, and even vaguely seen flying flesh and blood.

"The World's No. 1 Swordsman... Really strong..."

Hearing Mihawk Hawkeye's words, the ghost spider just smiled hoarsely, with a calm tone in his tone.

I have clearly activated Observation Haki's perception, and can accurately predict and "see" the trajectory and movement of every sword of this guy...

But the weird thing is,

Just seeing this future,

But it is not enough.

I still can't stop that sword,

Can't stop that black knife.

Hawkeye Mihawk said lightly:

"There are many traces of Wanokuni samurai in your swordsmanship. I believe you have been taught by Kozuki Oden... His swordsmanship is indeed unique, but you have not been able to truly and completely perform. The legendary strength of Oden's second sword style..."

As he spoke, his sharp pupils overflowed with a smile.

"So, let me guess, you should not be a pure second-sword swordsman."

He looked at the other three knives hanging from the waist of the ghost spider.

"Draw your sword, or your life will be explained here."

The ghost spider listened and let out a deep breath.

He smiled.

"Yeah...what am I thinking?"

"If you want to challenge the existence of the world's number one, two knives are not enough."

When the voice fell,

The ghost spider breathed out a long muffled breath, and the long gray hair behind him was dancing wildly in the air.

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