From Azeroth to the world of pirates following the turbulence of time and space, Longcier's mission of adhering to order forced me to choose the navy.
Three years of service, forty-seven missions. I adhere to order, but I see through the hypocrisy of the world government.
During the battle in Shampoo, a child was saved, but the mission failed, and the armor of faith that he had held on to for three years was torn apart.
The dragon scales are hidden in the skin, the domineering power under the illusion and the warrior skills are integrated in both directions, and the six combat skills crush the big pirate.
Under the guidance of unexpected fate, Straw Hat and I formed a fateful alliance.
The time and space rift back home reopened, but I chose to stay—to fight my own dawn in this sea as a dragonborn.
