@Goten2255:
i am sorry that i made this thread my humble apaloguise.
your right and i was wrong
Don't worry. Everybody is a newbie at sometime. You can't know all, right?
The thing is, no matter how hard your situation is, if you try hard, you will get what you deserve. Isn't that what One Piece tells you? This was from Oda's own experience.
When he was well-nigh spent, fate spoke once more: “It is enough”. God turned his face to Job. Shueisha recognized his talent and deal with the police for him. Oda was able to avoid prison and work properly. His works have fought his battle for him. Akira Toriyama, Inoue Takehiko were thrown into shade. Japan has eye for none but him. One Piece makes him the herald of his people. Now he is vouchsafed a glance at the meaning of his destiny, and he is granted a superlative moment of happiness: for it is made to him that the seed of his life has sprouted to become a thing eternal. Just as, in the past, his sufferings have been compressed into seconds of intensity, so as this period is his triumph condensed into a fraction of time: his God flashed lightenings upon him, but not in order to destroy him; on the contrary, he is, like a prophet, wafted aloft on a chariot of fire into eternity.
The great mangakas at that time were invited to commemorate the anniversary of Osamu Tezuka’s birth, each was expected to make a speech. Kishimoto, the “conservative”, the author who all along has usurped Oda in the house of fame, took precedence, and made a speech received by the audience with mild attention and civil tolerance. Next day, Oda was to give his contribution; he seized his opportunity in a spirit of demonic exaltation, and flung his thunderbolts among the assembly. He began is a soft and rather husky voice, but suddenly, like a storm, his words flamed up in ecstatic ardour, he proclaimed the sacred missions of manga as the universal reconciler of national and spiritual oppositions, the guidance for Japanese future. His hearers, like sickled wheat, fell prostrate at his feet. The rafters rung with explosion of joy from a thousand hearts; women kissed his hand, a student collapsed in a fainting pit; the other speakers forwent their privileges and did not pronounce their orations. Enthusiasm knew no limit, glory burned like a halo around the head of him who had hitherto worn a crown of thorn.