One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Without thinking, he instinctively used his two swords to block in front of him.

With a whoosh.

A pair of sharp claws shot out from in front of him, only to be blocked by his twin blades, sparks flying everywhere.

"Samurai... hiss hiss hiss."

Foz stood close to Kin'emon, making no attempt to hide the contemptuous smile on his face.

"A fool's subordinates are also fools."

He scoffed, instantly maximizing the anger level of the samurai in front of him.

Kin'emon pressed down heavily with his twin swords and stomped his feet at the same time.

What appeared to be an attack was actually a sudden spurt into the air using the force of Foz-Follow's resistance, creating a distance of several tens of meters.

By this time, the thick fog created by the smoke bombs had dissipated, and a little oil had spilled from the broken pot, but nothing was visible.

Kin'emon smoothly smeared the scalding oil with his blade, then swung it forward horizontally.

"Foxfire Style: A Flash of Fire Willow".

With a loud thud, Kin'emon slammed his feet onto the floor and swiftly swung his sword at Foz-Fou, his figure seemingly transforming into a streak of fire.

"Young Master will definitely... reclaim this country!"

As the line of fire closed in on the opponent, the flaming katana suddenly spun, creating a ring of fire.

From the moment he landed, Kin'emon was prepared to die, as long as Denjiro could take this opportunity to take the young master away!

This was Kin'emon's idea.

The ring of fire swept away the last layer of smoke.

The situation in the square became clear again.

Kaido stood in front of the broken oil cauldron, stretching out one hand, which was holding a piece of paper.

Beside the frying pan, beneath what was once Orochi's retinue, a body, gesturing wildly, clutched a thoroughly cooked head and ran madly, with Orochi's followers close behind.

"You were behind this kid's arrest, weren't you?"

Kaido flicked his fingers, and the paper figures scattered and fell to the fire, burning instantly.

His gaze was never on Kin'emon, the samurai, but on the clown who had been stirring up trouble from the beginning and had a look of schadenfreude on his face.

"That's why I said you're not fun..."

Instead of answering Kaido's question right away, Buggy turned to Kin'emon and made a sarcastic remark.

This guy is so boring.

"However, the word 'manipulative' is too kind of me."

I simply told them the right facts at the right time, and they made their choice naturally.

"If we really have to choose a kid as the savior, I have a suggestion: how about choosing a clown?"

Bucky glanced at him slightly.

There was another person standing next to him.

"Kyoshiro... this guy isn't exactly a retainer, is he?"

"Kyoshiro is not, Denjiro is."

Kyoshiro, or more accurately, Denjiro, was holding Momonosuke by the collar of his shirt; his eyes were long and narrow like willow leaves.

"What are you doing, Denjiro!"

This is betrayal!

Kin'emon, still locked in combat with Foz-F, looked utterly horrified.

How come Denjiro, who had clearly made contact with them, is standing next to the clown?!

"What are you doing..." Denjiro's lips curved into a crescent moon, a way of concealing his true feelings. "I have never betrayed the Kozuki family."

"I just...can't see any hope at all!"

Denjiro grabbed Momonosuke and made sure his mournful face was seen by everyone.

"Why?"

"What are we going to rely on to win this war? By this brat, or by you, the leader of the Nine Red Scabbards, whom even Kaido's Flying Six couldn't defeat?"

He chuckled softly twice, his questioning tone calm yet seemingly stating a fact.

He had already seen the aid Kin'emon had requested, and compared to Kaido's subordinates...

"Twenty years is just a blink of an eye for you, but for us it's days and nights!"

Do you know what I saw?

Denjiro could barely control his expression, and his lips almost turned to sorrow several times.

"Our strength is waning, all those who dared to resist have been killed, and even the teaching of swordsmanship has been banned. Only we remnants are left to eke out a living!"

"We've been waiting for the turning point that Lord Oden spoke of, enduring it year after year!"

"I've endured this for so long, and now you're going to throw all our efforts away for this brat?!"

His expression had turned ferocious, and his narrow eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"I've been putting up with this idiot for way too long!"

"Twenty years ago, at the best time, when we had the best chance to defeat Kaido, when we all risked our lives, we failed because of those two idiots!"

"Do we have to do it again, huh?!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 202 Actually, I was just here to help.

Denjiro didn't speak hysterically; he just slowly explained things with occasional twitches in his mouth. It wasn't until the last sentence that he suddenly raised his voice and demanded a resounding question.

This makes the sudden question seem even more significant.

Upon being asked, Kin'emon, unsure how to answer, even trembled slightly in the hand holding his sword.

He never imagined that his comrades, who had trained and fought alongside him, and who had sworn to defeat Kaido and restore the Kozuki family as retainers, would end up like this.

"We... are all retainers of the Kozuki family." The leader of the Nine Swords felt a chill in his heart and murmured these words.

He couldn't refute it either.

After all, they did have the advantage in the battle against Kaido.

If Oden hadn't seen Kurozumi Higurashi holding Momonosuke hostage and been distracted, stopping his attack, everything would have ended twenty years ago.

Moreover, what couldn't be accomplished twenty years ago is now expected to be accomplished by people twenty years from now...

Kin'emon indeed didn't have a deep understanding of the concept of twenty years.

They were sent twenty years into the future by Lady Toki's power, which was indeed just a blink of an eye for them. The sound of Lord Oden's laughter in the oil cauldron seemed to be still vivid in their minds.

His Highness single-handedly supported the nine of them in the boiling oil for a full hour. How could he ever forget such kindness?

"This is my mission!"

Foz-Fur didn't listen to much.

He only heard one sentence.

What do you mean you can't even beat the Flying Six, you bastard?!

Whom do you look down on?

"Blade Gun!"

He sprang up suddenly in a half-squatting position, his bright red suit charred black from the flames.

His figure moved like a cannonball, and in the blink of an eye he was close to Kin'emon's side. His Observation Haki had already noticed the flaw that appeared in the samurai's mind at this moment.

The dagger suddenly emerged from his sleeve, and he swung it out with all his might.

A blade-shaped air bullet seized the gap and flew out.

"Foxfire Style!"

Kin'emon quickly let out a low shout, and his assistant and katakatsukami, engulfed in flames, swung their arms in a cross pattern to block the air bullet attack head-on.

"You dared to be distracted while fighting me... Indeed, indeed, you are such a naive person after all."

As Kin'emon caught the bladed spear, Foz appeared behind him using Shave, his fingers sprouting sharp claws.

The bladed spear was a feint by Foz-Fou, but Kin'emon, who was distracted, used all his strength to defend against it.

This gave Foz-Foe ample opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

With a tearing sound, his sharp claws ripped through Kin'emon's back, and blood spurted out.

"What do you mean by 'a continuous'? Remember this: you are no match for me at all, you indecisive and naive samurai."

"As expected, a fool's retainers are fools too!"

In his normal state, Who's Foz is a somewhat aloof person, just like his original background—a CP agent. However, he also possesses a skill that pirates have.

Trash talk.

He's still contributing!

"But that's understandable."

"After all, those who agree with idiots are idiots themselves, probably because your brains are all stored in the same cesspool, right?!"

"Sometimes I envy you guys, how can you live so carefree and confidently? How do you do it?"

Foz Fur chuckled as he dodged Kin'emon's backhand strike; the heatwave hit him but caused no real harm.

Yamato, who had been watching the game, suddenly clenched his fist.

She was hit by this AOE skill.

As for Pakistan.