One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Everyone in front of him wore that mocking smile.

"Don't you want to achieve absolute justice? Don't you want to eliminate all evil? Then why are your fists so gentle?"

The person speaking to him was an old woman with silver hair; her hoarse voice sounded particularly grating.

His facial expression was exactly like that of a clown.

"Hmph!" Akainu didn't respond directly, but glanced at Alne flying in the air out of the corner of his eye. "The same old tricks again."

"After the Battle of Fog, do you think the navy will make the same mistake?"

His attack paused slightly, but his right hand, hanging down, was still burning hot.

"It seems you still have quite a bit of rationality left."

The old woman's voice was shrill.

"I just never knew where you got the audacity to keep wearing that coat of justice."

Oh, and there's that plaque for justice.

Thanks to your tireless efforts, the word "justice" has almost become a derogatory term. Have you even asked him how he feels? Hehehe.

The old woman stood right in front of Akainu, mocking him without any restraint.

"You dare not kill me because you care about the Navy's reputation? A dignified Navy Admiral actually killed an unarmed old man in front of the whole world. Hahahaha, Sengoku will definitely lose face."

Akainu's forehead veins bulged, and his face looked sinister.

The clown was right.

He suddenly stopped, not because he cared about the lives of civilians, but because of the dignity of the navy.

The clown must be killed, and these infected people cannot be spared either.

But he cannot do it himself.

That's what reasoning works, but emotion does...

Akainu suddenly threw a punch, turning half of the old woman's body to ashes in front of the whole world.

The clown was right, which is why Akainu was even angrier.

Only the truth can break down defenses.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 139 The Only Rule in This World

"Yes, I understand!"

"Um, let me repeat it."

Sentomaru spoke somewhat hesitantly into the Den Den Mushi:

"The order is to instruct the pacifists to eliminate all infected individuals, including potential infected individuals, is that right?"

"Yes."

The voices of high-ranking naval officers came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

"This program has been transmitted to the pacifists, and the identification scope is all except the Celestial Dragons."

"Sentomaru, I have a duty to remind you that whether you are a civilian or a marine, anyone within the Joker's self-destruct range may be infected."

"You didn't participate in the last Fog of War naval battle, so it's understandable that you lack a proper understanding of the Joker's terror, but we hope you can implement the strategy formulated by the General Staff!"

The voice on the other end of the Den Den Mushi carried a hint of fear, clearly still shaken by the experience of the Battle of the Misty Sea.

"I understand."

That sounds a bit scary.

Sentomaru had absolutely no intention of underestimating the Joker; he had personally witnessed the Joker's battle with Akainu.

The pacifists lost one unit during the volcanic eruption, but there were as many as ten.

Then a red light flashed in the pacifist's eyes.

"Level A restrictions have been lifted. Target adjustment: Wanted criminals → All living beings."

"Start executing the program—"

Just as the laser the pacifists were talking about was building up, a lizard-shaped shadow suddenly popped out from the shadow reflected in the firelight.

"Horned Blade Shadow!"

"Hehehe, now it's time for revenge, damn the Navy!"

The horned blade's attack was exceptionally swift, directly inflicting piercing damage on a Pacifista.

With a slight sway of his footsteps, the laser that had been aimed at the crowd also swayed.

Rows of houses were destroyed by lasers.

Moria emerged from a shadow.

The black dress was patched in many places, and one of the two horns on its head was broken off.

But compared to when he was at Marineford, Moria had lost almost half his weight.

"Little fatty, didn't you enjoy beating me up before?"

Moria's cackling laughter was filled with hatred.

He had spent half a day maneuvering with the navy in the nearby waters to cover Morgans and Arne's dive.

They finally managed to steal a pirate ship, only to have it destroyed in a pacifist attack.

If it weren't for Absalom's invisibility ability, he would have been in real trouble.

"A stray dog!"

Sentomaru also let out a muffled groan, but his expression immediately improved.

It's better to fight Moria than to join the pacifists in a massacre.

And there's no danger involved.

Sentomaru, having learned Kizaru's true teachings, understands that if he stands out too much, not to mention the public opinion that follows, even the clown won't let him off the hook.

He pondered the complexities of human relationships and social interactions.

"You're in cahoots with the Joker?"

Bucky just released him into the sea, though the purpose was to teach him his unique skill.

But letting the sea go is letting the sea go, and Sentomaru still acknowledges that.

So he planned that if Moria and the Joker were in cahoots, he would take it easy and fight until reinforcements arrived or the fight ended with Akainu.

But if not.

Hmph, Sentomaru isn't someone to be trifled with either!

"Accomplices!"

"How is that possible!"

Moria reacted as if his hair had stood on end when he heard the word "accomplice".

"How could I possibly be in cahoots with that vile guy!"

"That bastard tortured me so much on the ship, and even toyed with my mind. I wish I could turn him into a zombie and chop him into thousands or tens of thousands of pieces every day!"

The hatred in Moria's eyes was absolutely genuine.

The clown's torment was not fake at all.

But the Joker asked him to stop the pacifists, and Moria obediently came.

Hate and obedience are sometimes the same thing.

"Yeah."

However, Sentomaru interpreted these words as meaning that he could do his best.

Surely not everyone in the world is a monster like Uncle and Bucky, right?

"Walking alone with empty feet!"

He deftly stepped into the air and suddenly appeared in front of Moria, thrusting out both palms.

With a clang, it was the sound of the longsword colliding with an invisible force.

"It seems you've all forgotten that I am a swordsman!"

Moria swung his sword backhand, unleashing a flying slash that soared into the sky.

"It seems you'll have to do it yourself."

The old woman died, and immediately a scruffy beggar with a broken leg crawled over.

He tilted his head back, a broad smile on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"This game won't end until we're all wiped out."

"Come on, kill me."

"The Navy's reputation is not important, nor is the World Government."

"Everything is just a chain that you put on yourself."

The disheveled beggar had probably bumped his head while on the run, as blood was streaming down his forehead.

A smile still lingered on his wrinkled face.

"The only rule in this world is that there are no rules!"

boom!

Akainu couldn't resist throwing a punch, blasting the beggar into ashes.

"What is Sentomaru doing?!"