Time Travel: Age of Discovery

In that abandoned port stained by the setting sun, a hidden and heavy secret is branded in everyone's heart like an ancient totem - "The Hoof of the Soaring Dragon". It is a mark of shame imposed by the Tianlong people on the deep soul of every slave, like a scar that will never fade.

This scene fell squarely into Tiger's deep eyes. His lips trembled slightly, as if even words could not bear the complex emotions. In the end, he just silently buttoned his clothes one by one, as if trying to seal those memories that he didn't want to touch.

He took a deep breath, as if absorbing the surrounding oppression into his chest. Then, his eyes, once ablaze with the fire of freedom, now as cold as ice, turned to Teja. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, and every word Tiger spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Navy's henchmen, are you here to hunt down a fish like me who has slipped through the net?"

As his words fell, the pirates under Xiong's command surrounded Teia in an instant like awakened beasts, and Tina and Smoker, the two best in the navy, were also ruthlessly separated, as if they had become opposing pieces on the chessboard of fate.

Tina attempted to take a step forward, but was blocked by two impenetrable figures. A flicker of reluctance flashed through her eyes, yet she understood that restraint was more important than impulsiveness at this moment. Smoker attempted to break through the encirclement with his usual toughness, but a muscular man, with the composure of a mountain, held his shoulders. Even his furious shove failed to budge.

Teya, the naval officer at the center of the storm, turned his back to the chaos, his eyes fixed on Tiger. There was a subtle tremor in his voice: "Tiger, if I say that I know nothing about the conspiracy and calculations behind this, would you be willing to give me a chance to explain?"

Tiger's heart was filled with ripples. He longed to believe that the brief friendship forged during his adventurous journey was not an illusion. But reason, like cold chains, bound him tightly: "In this world full of lies, I have learned not to trust easily. Go away, and let's just pretend that our meeting was just a beautiful misunderstanding."

Upon hearing this, Teya's lips curled up into a bitter smile. He slowly turned around, his eyes firm, "Tiger, perhaps you can't understand my feelings at this moment. But please remember, no matter what identity I stand in this world, the memory of fighting side by side through thick and thin is more real to me than any other identity.

I stand here today, not as a sailor, but as a friend, to tell you—I will take care of this matter."

These words, like a gentle spring breeze, quietly moistened the barren land in Tiger's heart. He remained silent, but a subtle warmth flashed in his cold eyes.

He knew that building trust took time, and the man before him might just be the key to reopening his heart. In that corner forgotten by the stars, Tiger's connection with fate was like the most unruly meteor in the night sky, piercing the silence and leaving behind a series of soul-shaking echoes.

Just as his thoughts surged like a tide, pushing him into the unknown abyss, an unexpected voice, like a sleeping beast in an ancient forest slowly awakening, broke the solemnity of the surroundings.

"Brother Tiger, if friendship is as pure as you say, why not let it be the source of your strength, turn your voice into wind and rain, and baptize this chaos." The one who spoke was the seemingly lazy but actually profound bear. There was a light of wisdom and encouragement in its eyes, as if it could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

As soon as these words were spoken, even the pirates who lived with the wind and waves could not help but look at each other in confusion, muttering in their hearts: In broad daylight, revealing the past that is buried deep in the heart and dances with suffering is tantamount to exposing one's most vulnerable side to the public eye. How difficult it is.

But Tiger, once a warrior, seemed driven by an invisible force. His clenched fists gradually loosened, like the first melting of winter ice, releasing long-repressed emotions. "Since that's the case, I will let this journey become a bridge connecting the past and the future." His voice was soft but firm as iron, and every word was like a hammer, hammering down on everyone's heart.

At the same time, on the other side of the world, at the Naval Headquarters, on the island that symbolizes order and power, Marshal Sengoku was buried in a mountain of documents, his world seemingly isolated from the outside world.

Suddenly, a black Den Den Mushi chimed, like a messenger in the dark night, bringing untold news. Zhan Guo quickly entered the secret room and answered the call. After a brief conversation, his expression became unusually solemn.

"So, that man's ambition has spread far beyond this point. Joining forces with Kaido is just one part of his larger plan," Zhan Guo whispered, a complex look flashing in his eyes. He knew that this was not just an escalation of personal grudges, but a major impact on the entire world order.

"Wano Country... this ancient and mysterious land is about to become the center of a storm," Sengoku mused, then recalled another strange occurrence—the anomaly on Sabaody Island. The sudden drop in the number of coated ships and the mysterious disappearance of the foreign population, like clues in a fog, intrigued him.

"Sabaody Island, what secrets are hidden there?" An ominous premonition arose in Zhan Guo's heart, and he decided to send the Anbu forces to conduct a secret investigation.

And now, Tiger's story continues. His words, like a trickle of water, slowly flow through everyone's heart. "After escaping, Fishman Island became a distant dream. It was Mr. Bear, with his broad arms, who held up a piece of the sky for me." At this point, Tiger's voice trembled slightly, a remembrance of past suffering and a gratitude for rebirth.

Smoker and Tina, two naval commanders known for their ruthlessness, were also deeply moved by Tiger's tenacity and perseverance. They realized that true strength comes not only from swords and guns, but also from the sincere emotions that can transcend race and identity and touch the heart.

Thus, in this afternoon filled with stories and legends, a chapter about courage, friendship and rebirth quietly took root in everyone's heart and blossomed with the most dazzling light.

On the coast gently caressed by the afterglow of the setting sun, time seemed to freeze into a quiet picture, until a cry of "Damn it!" exploded like thunder, tearing the tranquility apart.

Tiger, the warrior once known for his courage, now had red eyes, anger and sadness intertwined, and the source of all this was Teja's punch that almost shook the world. It was deeply imprinted on the hard sand and stone, leaving a shocking fist mark, as if it was nature's silent protest against the unfairness of fate.