One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 62: Peaceful Island

The blood tastes a bit fishy.

But it still smells fragrant.

After all, it was her own blood.

Gion closed his eyes and carefully felt the tearing pain in his shoulder.

This feeling of pain actually made her feel relieved.

Admitting the hypocrisy of one's own justice, one gains true liberation.

If there really is no concept of justice, how could the navy continue to fight against pirates?

But it was precisely because they had a little bit of justice, and because they always talked about various kinds of justice such as lazy justice, absolute justice, and justice that was overlordship, that when she told the truth to the Celestial Dragons, her heart would be twisted into a knot.

Justice, this word does not come from the description of natural things, but from the definition of human beings.

Extended from the simplest values.

Even after various additional explanations or definitions, its foundation is still people's expectation for fairness.

That's why Gion felt even more uncomfortable.

When faced with the Celestial Dragons' broadcast, she instinctively dissuaded her subordinates from believing it, which was also dissuading herself.

Because she knew what the other person said was right.

Would it be better if we just tear apart the order built by the world government?

She couldn't imagine and didn't dare to bear such consequences.

But Bucky gave her a demonstration.

A demonstration was given with a spectacular fireworks display.

The result is
Who cares about the consequences!

It can’t get any worse anyway!
She unconsciously imitated Bucky's exaggerated and unrestrained smile and his attitude of throwing everything away and rebuilding everything.

Six terrifying legs, each about two or three meters long and almost entirely painted matte black, emerged from her back.

Four of them clattered to the ground.

Like an exoskeleton, it supports the already tall Taotu.

Her body leaned back slightly, with her support completely dependent on the legs extending from her back.

Her hair is scattered like a messy bun.

The rosy cheeks showed a hint of paleness.

There were also two sharp legs that went around her shoulders and rested on the hilt of Jinbila's sword.

Slowly pulling out the blade that had pierced her shoulder.

Black blood continued to flow out from the shoulder, and the foot holding the hilt of the knife was pulled higher.

Like a black flower that gradually blooms.

The bleeding blade was completely pulled out, and it was time for the flower to wither.

With a click, the six legs suddenly flipped over, and the shape of the Chinese character "七" changed from supporting to hanging.

Gion slowly raised his head with a smile as big as the crescent moon on his face.

Her ability is the Spider Fruit's Mythical Beast Seed Bride form.

This is a Devil Fruit that looks forward to hunting and killing.

Gion did not resist such expectations.

"Since you have no choice but to escape, then just stay here."

She smiled slightly. Not all sailors and slaves had the same keen sense as her former subordinates and the murlocs.

The rest of the people are still complaining and worrying.

He lamented why the navy's support had not arrived yet and was worried about what kind of punishment the World Government would impose.

I was also full of resentment towards those who suddenly ran away.

The Celestial Dragons are still here, why are you running?
But Gion has no intention of leaving the navy.

As a senior naval official, she can see more.

The order of this world is a short pyramid.

The Celestial Dragons stood at the top of the tower.

The member states and the navy are in the middle, and below them are the non-member states and pirates.

Member states and non-member states, the navy and pirates, this is the order created by the Celestial Dragons, an order that will continue to cause internal friction.

and…

"As a marine, you can go after that guy."

She chuckled and pointed the knife at the people who stayed behind.

It's all hypocrisy anyway, so why bother with justice? ...

……

FOOD VALTEN ISLAND.

"I was almost caught in that terrible whirlpool."

Basil Hawkins said with a serious face and some relief.

"Yeah, who would have thought that the Fishman Island would attract the attention of three emperors at the same time, and we have to pass through this place at this time."

The curly-haired subordinate said with lingering fear.

They had just surfaced from the deep sea ten thousand meters deep and missed the real fresh air on the island very much.

"Luckily, Kidd is causing trouble. If we weren't allowed to, we might not be able to get out."

"After all, he is the emperor who has been in the New World for a long time."

"But fate tells me that if I don't head to the new world, staying on the archipelago will only become more dangerous."

"Especially that clown"

"The fate he symbolizes is more like a whirlpool, always stirring up chaos."

"When our strength is not enough, it is better to stay away from such disasters."

Hawkins thought of the chaos caused by Buggy, which almost swept across the entire Sabaody Archipelago, and even they were forced to fight with the CP organization several times.

He glanced at the island again. This was once the territory of an emperor, but now that the emperor had passed away, it had become a piece of ownerless meat.

It's very appropriate.

The island itself is famous for its plating techniques and spices.

However, the towns here were a little too peaceful when facing these pirates.

There was even admiration in his eyes.

"Sir Pirate, please accept my offering!"

An islander with short curly hair and brown skin suddenly knelt in front of Hawkins.

In his hand was a large stack of Baileys.

Accept or reject?

Hawkins pondered for a moment, then took out a stack of cards from his arms.

He placed his left index finger over the cards and muttered something.

Then the first card was turned over.

"moon."

It symbolizes emotions and the subconscious, and when the card is upside down, it means obedience.

He frowned, not understanding why an islander's offering would allow him to draw the Moon card.

"I accept."

Hawkins followed the result of divination and took the opponent's Bailey.

"Great, great, another pirate is willing to accept my offering!"

The islander with short curly hair looked delighted, and then prostrated himself at Hawkins' feet devoutly.

"My Lord, the great pirate, I have prepared a holy communion for you at home. I pray that you can come to my humble abode!"

"If you don't mind, I will make a wooden statue for you to worship!"

Because he was used to being under the protection of the Whitebeard Pirates, so now he can only keep looking for protection from other pirates?
There seemed to be no point in plundering such docile islanders for the pirates.

After all, even the word "offering" was used.
Hawkins was guessing in his heart, but his expression did not change at all.

"can."

The divination told him to be obedient, so he just had to follow it and see.

But he didn't know why fate hinted at his emotions and subconsciousness.
The islanders' homes are not far from the port.

Near a breadfruit tree, the two-story building is made of earth and stones. I don’t know what paint it was painted with, but the exterior is brown.

There are also several pirate flags standing.

The most conspicuous of these is Whitebeard's flag.

Ok?
Why is there a red-nosed flag?
Hawkins felt that it looked familiar and did another divination.

A little scary, but generally not dangerous.

And the obedience of the moon.
"Destiny, the more you resist something, the closer you get to it."

He sighed.

(End of this chapter)