One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

After thinking for a while, Bucky finally smiled again, scratched his hair, and his lips twitched slightly.

Then, in a very flat tone, he said:

"You should kill yourself."

He raised an eyebrow. "For the safety of the young master, the samurai risked their lives. This should be worthy of a chapter in a storybook."

Kin'emon froze.

He glanced down at the young master, who seemed to be unconscious. The bomb on his chest was pressed tightly against his clothes.

Given the urgency of the situation, Kin'emon was so focused on getting there that he didn't notice this at all.

"Perhaps we can take a gamble."

Bucky looked at him like he was looking at a fun toy, his eyes filled with a teasing glint.

"How about a bet... will I blow it up faster, or will you dismantle it faster?"

Kanjuro probably never imagined that a painting could be used for such a pastime.

Otherwise, they would have already destroyed the Kozuki family, and there would be no need for them to play the role of retainers.

Where is Kanjuro?

"I will only agree to your conditions if you can at least guarantee that the young master will disarm the bomb and hand it over to him."

Kin'emon has learned his lesson.

His eldest son made two bets and got tricked both times; he needs to learn from that experience.

At least provide some proof!

Seeing Kin'emon's serious expression, Buggy couldn't help but laugh.

"Pfft... Hahahaha..."

Are you really planning to commit suicide?

"Interesting, interesting!"

"But I've changed my mind."

"Let's try a different approach."

Kanjuro previously asked how to use the physical form that the painting had become.

Bucky recalled for a moment.

Then he urged Kin'emon to wake Momonosuke.

"Why don't we let him make the choice?"

After Momonosuke woke up, his gaze first fell on Buggy before turning away, his expression somewhat blank.

However, it's normal for our young master to be a bit strange, given his existing psychological trauma.

Kin'emon didn't suspect much.

"You go and kill him."

"Then I'll let you go."

A small knife was clutched in Momonosuke's hand; the command had been successfully conveyed.

"Young Master..."

Just as Kin'emon was about to remind Momonosuke to make a promise first, he saw Momonosuke take the knife and suddenly stab himself.

His eyes... seemed devoid of emotion?

A sharp pain shot through the samurai's chest, and the image of the patriarch single-handedly lifting them up from the cauldron of boiling oil flashed through his mind again.

So this is what it feels like to suffer...

The head of the family saved my life, so I'll repay him with my own.

Momonosuke was about to stab him again.

But then he was suddenly pinned down by the clown.

"Never mind... samurai are too rigid."

The clown, who was just smiling a moment ago, turned cold and indifferent in the blink of an eye.

A boring toy?

Kin'emon read this meaning in the other person's eyes.

He could hardly tell whether the other person's smile was genuine or not.

Whether it was the words that urged him to commit suicide or the knife that Momonosuke stabbed him with, all of it filled Kin'emon with sorrow.

I wasn't afraid.

Instead, it was Bucky's sudden change in expression that filled him with fear.

purpose?

motivation?

means?

The other person seemed to know him very well, while he himself knew nothing about this clown.

Kin'emon knelt on the ground, feeling a sense of air leaking from his chest.

He saw... the clown tap Momonosuke on the head, and the man turned into pieces and scattered.

Then he lowered his head.

"Collect 288 fragments to exchange for a complete imp."

"Would you be interested in giving it a try?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 190 What kind of balance do we need?

What would it be like for someone to be alive even if they were broken into 288 pieces?

Kin'emon couldn't have imagined it before, but now he's seen it with his own eyes.

He was still holding two pieces in his hand.

The young master who was so big just moments ago now only has two pieces left in his hands.

Kin'emon felt an urge to cry...

I am sorry for the trust placed in me by the head of the family and his wife.

However, considering the samurai's pride, they forcibly stopped them.

What do you need me to do?

"Just continue what you need to do, but when you get to Wano Country, remember to use the Kurozumi family's name."

"The Kurotan family?"

Kin'emon was a little confused.

He and the young master traveled twenty years into the future to defeat Kaido, but aren't the Kurozumi family allies with Kaido?

To defeat Kaido in the name of the Kurozumi family?

"This shouldn't be difficult."

"Or would you like to try something more difficult?"

Bucky narrowed his eyes.

He pressed the Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scoop) that had suddenly rang in his chest.

There was no rush to answer.

"I understand."

With his young master in someone else's hands, Kin'emon had no choice but to agree.

"I remember, we don't have much time left."

After casually tossing down a jigsaw puzzle, Bucky left on his own.

The sky had fully brightened, and the bluestone path near the dock was bathed in shimmering golden light.

Black smoke was billowing from many houses, and the booming sounds of cannons subsided as daytime arrived.

Bucky sat casually on a stone step, tapping his fingers on the stone slab from time to time.

"Well, it's a bit different from what we expected."

He was talking to himself.

The pleasure that samurai brought him was rather ordinary.

Perhaps their behavior patterns were too easy to figure out...

Moreover, that brat Momonosuke was sent to Wano Country by him a long time ago.

However, the kid doesn't matter; it's more interesting to have Kanjuro lead his new Onigashima plan.

It might cause some ripples, or it might just sink without a trace.

But it doesn't matter.

The entire Wano Country is not important.

He's only here to satisfy some clown's perverse tastes; he's not one of them.

Baji was actually waiting for another piece of news.

I just didn't expect to receive news from Lao Sha first.

Let's just treat it as a pastime.

A voice in my head said that he didn't seem like a madman right now, but more like a schemer.