One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

He smiled and took two steps forward, saying...

“Mr. Yixiao…” The flying squirrel frowned.

He didn't underestimate them; one day was enough for him to thoroughly review their information. Although it was their first time contacting the Navy, the CP organization had been paying attention for some time.

A user of the Grave Grave Fruit, with exceptional swordsmanship.

Unlike the Joker, he doesn't have any chaotic thoughts and has a gentle personality. He probably joined the Navy because he couldn't stand the increasingly chaotic world and wanted to do something about it.

"Then I'll trouble you to come with me to town."

"I don't want to see any trouble there."

Among the soldiers, Kibin, dressed in a black suit, had a gloomy face, his long hair tied in a ponytail, and he reached out to loosen his black bow tie.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel... he doesn't seem like the type to disobey orders."

Watching the flying squirrel and Yixiao leave, Kibin lowered his head and muttered a few more words.

In his mind, the flying squirrel was a tough guy like Akainu, showing no mercy when facing the seedlings of evil.

Especially during the bombing of Enies Lobby.

Although it was only because an idiot launched the Buster Call, Momonga's expression at the time was quite ruthless.

But now…

It reveals a sense of indecisiveness.

They could have made better decisions, but like some idiots, they were held back by a bunch of useless people.

Kibin, who came from the CP organization, was an orphan with no relatives. In his eyes, completing the mission was far more important than anything else.

Just like what Lucci did back then.

"Your Excellency, what is our next step?"

His adjutant asked him.

“I’ll go talk to Capone.”

Kibin wasn't going to do anything stupid with the flying squirrel here.

The town was shrouded in fog, its atmosphere dark and gloomy, and a sense of panic was spreading.

A stifling feeling in the chest, the sky obscured by darkness, a ship suddenly sinking into the sea, and naval soldiers using the guise of firefighting to extort money.

Like a thin string, it becomes increasingly taut over time, with the middle part becoming extremely thin, as if it would immediately go out of control with just a gentle push.

The flying squirrel didn't want to see this happen.

He and Yixiao walked down the town's streets, their faces looking somewhat somber.

Towns built around naval bases are inherently connected to the bases, especially during the Marineford War, when a number of naval families were relocated there.

"The tense environment caused some soldiers to lose themselves."

"Please excuse my poor performance, Mr. Yixiao."

Bucky was not lying.

Some areas for naval families were fine, but when the two moved to other areas, the chaotic scene made the flying squirrel frown.

“I am not an ascetic who came from the deep mountains and forests.”

Yixiao, clutching his cane and knife, followed beside the flying squirrel.

"It is a blessing not to see. There are too many filthy and despicable people in the world that are unbearable to look at. I closed my eyes because I could not bear to see such things."

"But as it stands now, unless all five senses are lost, there will still be lingering sorrow and grief."

It's not hard to understand what Yixiao meant by saying this. He is well aware of the evil in human nature and has tried to escape it before, but now he wants to do something about it.

"In these chaotic times, the Navy does indeed need Mr. Yixiao's joining us. After this matter is over, I will recommend Mr. Yixiao to go to headquarters for assessment."

"But now, I need to clean up this mess first."

The flying squirrel's fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, and the snow-white blade was slowly drawn away.

He could turn a blind eye when he hadn't witnessed these things, but once he did, he had to clean them up.

"Flying Squirrel... Lord Flying Squirrel!"

"Commander, what are you doing here?!"

Several soldiers, who had just come out of the residents' houses and were still disheveled, suddenly froze, their faces turning pale.

A flash of silver-white light appeared.

The head fell to the ground with a thud.

"Let's look at other places."

The flying squirrel flicked its blade, and drops of blood rolled down its snow-white surface without staining the blade at all.

Osafune, his sword, is also a famous sword among the twenty-one Great Swords.

The blade is long and slender, and the guard is ornate.

He didn't say much.

His presence, along with the bloody heads, served as the best reassurance to the increasingly fearful public.

As it traveled along, the flying squirrel sensed many clues hidden in the cracks and corners of the windows, filled with scrutinizing eyes.

"it is good."

The flying squirrel walked a little further with a smile, making itself visible to countless people.

"Shall we go over and take a look?"

He stopped with a smile, and as he passed through this area, the flying squirrel's heart skipped a beat.

But this place was unusually quiet... there seemed to be no sign of anyone moving around anymore.

The flying squirrel opened its mouth, about to answer.

Soldiers rushed over.

"Commander, Mr. Kibing and Mr. Capone have clashed at the port!"

Things were indeed not that simple...

The flying squirrel was still holding the box in one hand, its fingers rubbing the box a few times, its mood slightly heavy.

"You're really making things worse..."

"Unfortunately, Ralph and Adams died in the Battle of Marineford."

These two were his former subordinates.

During the Marineford War, although only Akainu and Sengoku were injured among the high-ranking members, Kizaru's clothes were more wrinkled.

But the casualties among the lower and middle classes were quite horrific.

Many positions are now vacant.

Kibing and Capone were promoted around this time. They hadn't fully earned Kibing's respect yet, otherwise, there wouldn't have been instances of people bypassing him and reporting directly to headquarters.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 175 Give a push

A prolonged dark environment can indeed gradually erode a person's rationality.

Except for the Joker.

Although his head was confined in a narrow box, and his cheeks were pressed tightly against soft red silk, there was no light at all.

This is an absolutely unbearable claustrophobia for ordinary people.

However, Bucky's mental state was not affected at all.

Or rather, this level of division is not enough to affect his mental state, after all, he has even divided himself into tens of thousands.

I didn't feel lonely at all.

It's still noisy.

"tatter"

He muttered something under his breath every now and then, followed by a chuckle, his head bobbing as the box swayed.

Without relying on other limbs, he can perceive changes in the outside world solely through his Observation Haki.

And that blind man.

Fujitora, the blind man who was supposed to stand out soon and be exceptionally promoted to general, smiled.

For now, it's just a laugh.

Fujitora, like Akainu and Aokiji, is a title reserved for candidates for admiral and admirals.

It's usually a color plus an animal.

We should have arrived at the port by now.

Pakistani also heard the message relayed by the soldiers ahead.

Through his Observation Haki, he can also sense the specific number of people, that is, their aura and emotions.

Removing one's own head and locking it in a sealed box seems to be particularly effective in training Observation Haki.

After discarding the perception of the eyes, the Observation Haki, which is close to a sixth sense, becomes even more acute.

It was probably in this kind of environment that Ikko cultivated his Observation Haki to the point where he could sense meteorites in outer space.

It was like discovering a whole new world for Bucky.

Actively expand your field of vision and perception.

There was a group of people around him, twenty... to be precise, twenty-three, and they were all officers.

Bucky sensed their inner turmoil—a mixture of fear and the feigned composure of a junior leader.

His body swayed slightly.