One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

The flying squirrel stretched out its finger.

It's just the right size for little hands to hold.

It's like finding a safe haven.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 177 Jigsaw Puzzle

The flames following the gas explosion stretched across the sky.

This includes the area where the flying squirrel lives.

The clusters of light formed by the simultaneous combustion of large amounts of gas radiated light and heat to the side.

The situation was much better than he had originally expected.

There's no need to sacrifice anyone, and there's no need for them to fight each other.

The panicked crowd managed to stay back from moving forward due to the impact of the explosion, but there were still many stampedes in the densely packed crowd.

But compared to the original consequences, they were much milder.

Then, a sky filled with blue and white clouds came into view.

Like the first rays of dawn breaking through the deep darkness, it instantly gave people a sense of direction.

Yes, these are all good.

The problem is solved.

Except for himself.

The flying squirrel stretched out its finger, teasing the pink and tender palm.

"It's a very heartwarming scene, isn't it?"

The clown's harsh words came through.

A headless body holding up its head.

Above its head is a clown's smiling face, as if it's greeting someone.

"While you're busy drawing lines."

"I found her, a very cute girl with pigtails."

"Oh, don't look at me like that."

“I am a criminal. Criminals should stop at nothing. You shouldn’t expect a criminal to have any moral bottom line.”

"It's like expecting the Celestial Dragons to stop having slaves."

"Hahaha, I like this joke."

"But you're lucky."

Bucky crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees.

He held his head up with his right hand.

Right in front of the flying squirrel.

“I am not like those criminals.”

Bucky's lips curled slightly, a hint of disdain in his voice as he mentioned the criminals.

"So, ha...ha...ha..."

He smiled indifferently, and used his left hand to brush the hair off his head, as if washing someone's hair.

“I told her that as long as she smiles, and smiles happily, I can grant her one wish.”

She smiled.

"I was so happy and she was so cute, like a little angel. Really, back then, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, I would have found a way to get them for her."

Bucky is serious.

He has always been a man of his word.

If the little girl really wanted the stars in the sky, he certainly wouldn't hesitate to go through the trouble of asking for a smile.

Get a meteorite down.

We don't know where it hit.

"But she made a very touching request."

"I want to stay with my dad."

"Oh, how touching!"

"I almost dug out a version of myself with a daughter from the grave of my memories."

Bucky swears on his life that everything he said is true.

He was genuinely touched.

I wish my adorable little bat could have someone to care about like that...

"You know that."

He licked the corner of his mouth.

"I have always been a person of my word."

"As you can see, I granted her a request that wasn't excessive."

Bucky pointed to the hand in the box.

"The lovely girl can now hold her father's hand while snuggling up to her mother."

As if in response to Bucky's words, the little hand gripped the flying squirrel's index finger tightly, refusing to let go.

The temperature felt by the index finger was far less intense than the scorching sensation from a gas explosion, but for the flying squirrel, it went straight to its heart.

“That’s not her mother.”

The flying squirrel stretched out its thumb and rubbed the back of its little hand a few times.

"With Professor Zefa's case as an example."

“Our family… has all gone into hiding, except for moving to Marineford.”

"But I think these are all pointless concerns—women, children—they only slow me down when I draw my sword."

"So I've never been married."

“That child… is an orphan I found in this town. I originally planned to teach her swordsmanship when she grew up and then have her become my successor.”

Bucky shook his head.

"That's a pity."

"I still need to find out where her father is. After all, I have to keep my promise to him."

"Just one hand?"

"Give me a hand first."

The clown nodded, his expression a mix of a smile and mockery.

"Let's play a game together."

"As long as he captures a sufficiently wicked prisoner, he must not kill him, but send him to the underwater prison."

"Then he can get more of his daughter's share."

"Like a jigsaw puzzle?"

The flying squirrel suppressed all his emotions, his striped suit splattered with blood.

"Yes, a jigsaw puzzle!"

"I like this metaphor."

Bucky scratched his head with his fingers.

The gas explosion, after a brief period of intense activity, began to slowly subside, and the gentle morning sunlight finally shone in.

The warships are still lingering outside the harbor.

A posture of wanting to get close but not daring to get close.

He's a clown, after all.

The complete Joker, not the previously seen head that could be used to kill.

"A very fun puzzle game, but you have to be careful."

"If one day I am handcuffed with sea stone, or fall into the sea, then you will have to sew the pieces of the puzzle together yourself."

Bucky's ability to split into pieces had long since reached the awakened level, so he could naturally keep the split parts of the target functioning normally.

Just like that lifelike hand right now.

"So, would you be interested in playing a jigsaw puzzle in place of her father?"

As Bucky asked this question, the flying squirrel's other free hand was already on the sea stone shackles, and the longboat knife was in front of him.

It seems he could fight the Joker to the death at any moment.

only…

He stared for a while at the small hand that was tightly gripping his index finger.

She was just an orphan.

They have no blood relation to me whatsoever.

I never cared about these things.

There were countless women and children on the island when it was bombed.

But this child is really smart.