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Shanks' eyes held an indescribable expression.
"That's it. I'll live an upright life, even with hatred for pirates in my heart."
At this point, Uta had not yet shown any inclination to destroy the real world, and Shanks genuinely believed that living like an ordinary person was not bad.
Beckman, a cigarette dangling from his lips, silently watched the smoke rise.
Lone Star Town, Giant Dome Stadium.
The tense and exciting competition has ended, and now it's time for the episode that viewers love most.
As the empress slowly removed her mask and robe, revealing her true face.
She was wearing a red, tight-fitting zip-up cardigan, with two wisps of hair on her forehead glistening with sweat. Suddenly, a pair of straight, beautiful legs appeared. She raised her hand slightly, her profile revealing a graceful and perfect figure.
"Major General Gion?!"
The naval personnel present were all taken aback.
Indeed, only a junior general like Gion could be so proficient in geisha skills, so it's no wonder he could sing and act so well.
"Wow! Her Majesty the Queen is so beautiful!" The audience below the stage exclaimed wildly.
“His name is General Gion!” one fan glared at him unhappily, then muttered, “Well, calling her Her Majesty the Empress is not unreasonable.”
Gion smiled and waved, which only intensified the incessant cacophony of monkeys' cries from both banks, their frantic calls pounding like a torrential downpour on the small boat-like stage.
This fervor only subsided when Gion stepped down from the stage.
Gion originally participated in the competition with the mindset of "just having some fun," but who knew they would actually make it to the semi-finals, fulfilling their statement from the quarter-finals.
Looking back, however, the town that Laurentina rebuilt is really quite nice, with complete infrastructure, art and food, and I heard that it is also currently giving strong support to the flower planting industry.
Dressrosa is the "fairy kingdom of love and passion".
Will Yuanyue Island then become the "art capital of flowers and food"?
It's exciting to think about, especially since everything is favorable to the Navy.
It's foreseeable that once developed properly, this island could very well become the preferred retirement home for the navy. How clever! It also strengthens basic security in the process.
After Gion's departure, the ultimate showdown between the Lovers and the Fool arrives as scheduled.
The first performer, the Lady Lover, originally wanted to sing "We Are," a very popular song from One Piece, but the Navy promptly refused after seeing that the lyrics encouraged the pursuit of the One Piece.
There was nothing else the lovers could do but sing "One Day." Specter was stunned when he saw the song being sung. Wasn't that the song from Marineford?
"Whenever I look up at the sky after the rain, I'm reminded of the times I cried?"
Whose silhouette is it that makes me chase after it without hesitation?
The moment the song began, the entire audience froze, gripping their armrests tightly.
For an older viewer, the jar of memories was suddenly opened, and the bitter fragments were pieced together little by little to form a familiar figure.
It was something so distant it blurred my vision; it was my mother's weak breathing as she lay in her hospital bed; it was my father's helpless figure squatting outside the door, silently smoking, his face buried tightly in my mother's hands, unable to let go, tears streaming down his face.
"Take good care of yourself." The voice was weak and incredibly gentle.
"Take good care of yourself." Years have passed, and the same words are spoken again, their gentleness lingering in my ears.
He huddled helplessly in a corner of the hospital, clutching his wet, disheveled hair.
They are parents.
Those are my parents!
He was almost stunned; the music was soft, but large tears streamed down his face.
Even the Specter Shark remembered that line from the anime at that moment.
"You're still the same as always, Luffy."
“They always ignore what I say and just act recklessly.”
It must be said that Hancock sang this song perfectly, her abundant emotions flowing like a flood, overwhelming the audience.
Everyone has something they're chasing within them; no one can escape this feeling.
"Keep moving forward, don't stop!"
Hancock's voice carried a hint of sadness at parting, yet within that sadness a powerful, uplifting force emerged.
The audience clapped along enthusiastically, and BBB nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Specter Shark finally decided what song he would sing next.
Since you want to pursue excitement, then follow through to the end.
After the song ended, the lover, as always, arrogantly refused to thank the audience, but the applause from the audience was deafening, like a storm.
"It can be said to be the highest level of the 'Lovers' contestants. The meaning, singing style and emotion have undoubtedly reached the ranks of top-level divas!" BBB gave a brief praise.
"My lover, my lover, hehehehe!" A brainless fan clapped until his hands were numb, his face flushed with joy. "Please continue to advance by stepping over fools like this!"
"That's right, lovers are number one in the world! Lovers are heaven! What are fools, mere rotten fish and shrimp?"
Several die-hard fans of the Fool couldn't stand it any longer and glared at him angrily. Unfortunately for them, the Lover's fans had also grown in number and were not afraid of the stares directed at them.
Fireworks, applause, and cheers followed one after another, lasting for a long time.
Hancock smiled smugly beneath the mask. Instead of flaunting her popularity to Specter, she gave a soft snort and strode away.
“Now, next…” Muse held her cue cards, a hopeful smile on her face, “Welcome our Lady Fool to the stage!”
The dazzling lights shone brightly once again.
The audience, who had just quieted down, immediately erupted in a grand cheer that was no less enthusiastic than the former.
The way fans of a couple belittle each other is truly upsetting to many people.
Even before the show started, many neutral fans joined in the cheering, just to annoy those rude fans.
“Um…” Muse glanced at the script and raised her voice, “The Fool is to sing the song—'The Flower of Hope'!”
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Actually, there are many songs available for Specter to choose from:
Miyuki Nakajima's "Riding on the Back of a Silver Dragon," Yumi Matsutoya's "Spring, Come On," Izumi Sakai's "Don't Give Up," Koji Tamaki's "Melody," and many others—any one of them would easily surpass the others.
Even among popular anime songs, there is a vast treasure trove spanning over forty years, with countless options to choose from.
This time, however, Specter chose a song with similar lyrics and emotions, simply wanting to test their singing skills against Hancock.
"The Flower of Hope?" The suppressed lover tilted her head, pouted, and shook her head, her voice escaping from her thick, dark lips. "Hope, hope, and more hope. She's sung 'Hope' three times already, and she can still make this word sound beautiful?"
As a true LSP, he was deeply captivated by his lover's beautiful figure, and only secondarily by her perfect singing voice that matched her physique.
And look at the Fool, he's only 1.7 meters tall, shorter than his lover by a head, and look at his figure, how can he compare to his lover's wife's voluptuous curves?
"That's right, even a loser who was clearly doing well was given hope by her singing."
One person, clearly someone who had drunk too much toxic positivity, twisted his face and said sarcastically, "No way, no way, you can't just sing this one song? Then your Fool is really lame."
"That's still better than your lover singing. If the music scene were to fall completely into your sister's hands, that would be the end of music." The Fool's fan said this without lowering his voice at all.
The sarcastic fans were so angry that they immediately retorted loudly, "What did you say?"
"Didn't you clean your ears properly? I'm telling you, the music industry is completely finished in your hands! Utterly dead!" the Fool's Fan suddenly shouted. "If you still can't hear me, record it on a Den Den Mushi and play it on a loop 24 hours a day, morning and night, okay?!"
"You...you..." The sarcastic man pointed at him incredulously.
"Useless." Fool's Powder gave the middle finger.
While the lovers' fans and the fool's fans were arguing endlessly, the lark below was also frowning deeply.
"If several songs all convey hope, it is indeed easy to get tired of them."
This has nothing to do with the quality of the song; it's simply an accumulation of a single emotion.
"Judging from the song title, it should still be..." Peacock looked at the stage with interest.
"Right? I told you the fool has run out of tricks." A couple standing next to him agreed, then he turned his head and saw the crane's dangerous smile, and quickly shrank back in fright.
"Listen first, then comment." He sat calmly, ending their discussion.
It is indeed extremely difficult to sing every song under the same theme well. Even if a girl is a genius composer, it is impossible for every song to be a hit.
As the sound of Specter tapping the microphone came through, the audience gradually quieted down.
The lovers' fans stared intently at Ghost Shark, their expressions indignant. They wanted to see what new tricks this woman could come up with in "Hope"!
Go ahead and be arrogant, you bunch of trash. Watch my lover beat your sister to a pulp.
The Fool sat intently at the piano, while the elves played hide-and-seek on her fingers.
Sound test.
This Steinway piano, worth five million bailes, played a melodious, tinkling sound like flowing water.
Immediately afterward, the fingers fell, and the piano music roared!
The ghost shark's hands danced gracefully on the piano keys, an indescribable sorrow overflowing from the ancient and elegant reeds.
The atmosphere at the entire competition venue momentarily froze.
This prelude! It tickled the audience's heart like a kitten.
In the gloomy night of Round Moon Island, the sorrowful melody, like the sudden downpour, sheds endless loneliness.
Beneath this suspended solitude, the ghost shark sang.
“Clap her fingers.” Morgans was listening intently to Ghost Shark playing the piano.
Soft, slender fingers, as if performing a virtuoso
The notes glide across the piano keys, and the colorful melody is like a budding flower in spring, slowly opening its petals, exuding a delicate fragrance, and blooming into beautiful and brilliant notes in the fields.
"Eh?"
“I told you to take a picture of her fingers, you idiot!” Morgans slapped the slow-witted photographer, his veins bulging as he growled in a low voice.
What the hell are you looking for?
It's such a shame we didn't invite the photography king.
The moment the song began, Morgans' hand trembled slightly, and he looked up at the stage in disbelief.
For more than five minutes, he remained leaning forward like a statue, his expression frozen on his face as if weathered, his eyelids blinking occasionally to prove that he was still alive.
After the ghost shark's song ended.
The entire Lone Star Dome fell into a long silence.
After listening to the song in silence, the lovers who were fans were no longer stubborn or sarcastic. They frantically wiped their sweat, pitifully lowered their heads, and tried to speak, but couldn't utter a word.
It felt like I'd been slapped hard across the face; it stung like fire.
The lark opened its mouth wide, unable to utter a single word of comment, and could only mechanically begin to clap its hands.
Almost simultaneously, the audience, regaining their senses, began clapping wildly, their admiration transforming into applause and cheers.
"This is the invincible Lady Fool," a fan of Lady Fool exclaimed with deep emotion.
He closed his eyes, the sad yet gentle voice echoing in his mind.
How can I describe the sound I just heard?
When the first line was sung, the audience, captivated by the music in the rainy night, seemed to have fallen into a distant, ethereal universe, moving cautiously and fearfully towards a dark and unknown world.
At that moment, the girl lost her tranquility and her despondency, leaving only her restless self trapped in layers of cocoon-like shells.
That's how it is, that's how it is. The song slowly progresses, and those who have lost hope can only anxiously persevere in doing their best.
After all, she had nothing but hope.
Just like that lyric
"The flower of hope connects us to our bonds."
It resides in our hearts now, and it will never fade.
The song's message is very clear:
Even if we miss our promise, even if the light dims, even if we leave nothing behind, as long as we keep moving forward, the road will continue to extend.
So, don't stop!
In a daze, people looked up at the figures on the stage.