One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

This goes against his understanding.

It's somewhat like... elementalization?

"Who knows? Why don't you try again?"

Bucky pieced together a complete head, but the minced meat had disappeared, and a mocking smile hung on his face.

He was quite interested in what the snakehead was saying.

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time."

He offered a few words of comfort in return.

"At least I'm very interested to hear you tell me stories from the past, um... especially about those old buddies."

You know, my game with them has only just begun.

"Hey!"

The charred snake head made no attempt to conceal its ferocity and ruthlessness. As Bucky spoke, it raised its tail and slammed it down again.

At the same time, one of the heads opened its mouth and spat out.

The saliva, which had a pungent smell, was spat out and immediately corroded the wooden board upon contact.

Compared to Orochi, who used the Devil Fruit power as a revival coin, Charcoal Snake Head clearly knew better how to utilize it.

Then he saw the small part of Bucky's body that he had just pieced together turn into a cloud of gas and float up.

The red liquid didn't touch him.

"Gas Fruit?! You ate more than one demon!?"

The snake head cried out in surprise, and at the same time, it sent another snake head to bite at the gas.

It bit into a wisp of air.

The clown seemed to have vaporized further, becoming almost invisible to the naked eye. Only Denjiro, with his Observation Haki, could still sense the clown's presence... had it merged with Orochi?

"Hey!"

The charred snake head seemed to sense something unusual, and it hissed as it flicked its tongue.

Something brushed against his scales?

Or was something enveloping him?

The charred snake head, recalling the gas fruit from earlier, suddenly changed its expression again.

But before he could react, Bucky had already conjured a finger on his neck.

The gas had already been hidden in the gaps between the scales; now all that was needed was a spark.

Bucky created this finger for the purpose of creating the flame.

"Iron block".

The sound came through the air as fingers swiftly brushed across the cold gray scales, sending a few sparks flying.

Then came a continuous burst of flames, which exploded from beneath the giant serpent's scales.

Blue blood clots spurted out.

When it gets on the wooden board, the brown board immediately becomes moldy, like a piece of driftwood that has been submerged in the river for decades or even centuries.

Denjiro quickly covered his exposed skin with his sleeve and retreated more than a hundred meters.

"Hiss!!"

The Yamata no Orochi suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust swirling in the flames, its body mangled as if gnawed by a dog. The explosion that had breached its scales had indeed caused it considerable damage.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Upon seeing him emerge, Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. His body reformed, though only half of it remained, floating in the air.

"It would be too boring if it were so easily defeated."

His eyes held a mocking glint, a look that particularly irritated the giant snake as it gazed at the toy.

"Demons are immortal!!"

The caramelized snake head roared, returning to its original state as if it had just been fished out of the oil, but now with multiple layers of smoky flavor.

The black flames climbed back up, and the scattered blood clots quickly vaporized, leaving only a trace of decay. Meanwhile, the body began to recover rapidly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Are you serious? Immortal?"

Bucky clapped his hands loudly, his eyes suddenly lighting up with excitement.

"That's going to be interesting!!"

Upon hearing this answer, Bucky completely let loose. Restraint was too difficult for him, so why not let loose and have some fun!

The jet-black lines instantly overwhelmed the aura of the Yamata no Orochi.

"Besides explosions, do you know what I like most?"

The chaotic lines, like black spears, pinned the Yamata no Orochi down piece by piece.

"I like to use a knife, cutting one slice at a time, so that I can see the fear and contortion on a person's face carefully, even a snake's face."

"Roar!!"

The Yamata no Orochi wasn't completely paralyzed; its body was twitching as if paralyzed, and its several heads were spitting out red liquid.

The wooden planks had been corroded layer by layer, and the areas touched by the red water were gradually collapsing.

"Struggle harder!"

Bucky first entered elemental form to avoid the collapse of the red water, then suddenly appeared on top of the charred snake head and stomped down hard.

"Roar—"

The charred snake head was instantly stomped into silence, its face landing on the ground and being pushed ten meters away.

"Actually, I wanted to try it just now."

Bucky stepped on the snake's head and carefully sliced ​​off the meat with a knife.

The other snake heads seized their opportunity to bite, but suddenly sparks burst forth from their necks.

"Chop the meat sauce very finely!"

He chopped the snake's head and face meat into extremely fine pieces, revealing the white bones on the surface of the snake's head.

Is ten pounds enough?

"How about trying a bite first?"

Jiao Xiang, the snakehead, clenched his teeth, but they were smashed to pieces. Ten pounds of cheek meat were chopped into minced meat and forcefully stuffed into his own mouth.

If it were someone else who did his dirty work, he could at least enjoy it.

But this is his own flesh.

"Oh, ten pounds of skinny isn't enough, you need ten pounds of fat too!"

The clown's change was sudden.

It seems that it was from that sentence, that he was immortal, that something was switched on in the other person. That repressed aura suddenly dissipated, replaced by endless madness.

It seems... that's just how the other person is, they've just been restraining themselves.

Restraint is wrong.

Why be so serious, hehehehe?

A small knife imbued with the dark aura of Armament Haki pierced the snake's mouth and cut it right up to the earlobe. The same thing was done on the other side.

"Look how happy you look now!"

"Roar!!"

The charred snake head was unable to move due to the overwhelming pressure of the demonic aura, while the other snake heads, after recovering from the explosion, suddenly went berserk.

They felt the same way.

"Too thin, too thin!"

Every bit of meat close to the bone on the charred snake head was removed, leaving only the snake skull, charred black.

Old flesh was stuck in the neck, while new granulation tissue grew on the bone.

Orochi suddenly understood why that guy was so afraid…

A crazed snake head suddenly bit Bucky, but before it could swallow, its mouth was suddenly blown in two.

The charred snake head's gaze slowly grew numb amidst the countless cuts and slicing, and it even began to ponder the meaning of its existence.

For the first time, he hated his ability to regenerate.

The Yamata no Orochi couldn't tell how much time had passed.

One snake head after another was fried, but the same head was always finely chopped into minced meat, with every piece of flesh on the skull cut extremely cleanly.

It was like the other party was playing a game of whack-a-mole; wherever fleshy growth appeared, a blade would immediately appear.

The snake's belly swelled up.

Finally, just as he was about to commit suicide, the knife clattered to the ground.

The clown rested on the snake's head, its eyeballs, devoid of flesh and blood, standing alone.

"Now can you tell me in detail about those memories that are from long ago?"

Bucky wiped his hands, his face all friendly.

"I don't know... I was just... one of the hosts of Yamata no Orochi... a head... just one host, and after my death, I became part of this fruit..."

"Please, let me go...please..."

"That won't work."

(End of this chapter)