One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

It's one thing for Moria to lose to the Pacifistas—after all, those things used Kizaru's lasers—but to be defeated by his own shadow?

Does this former Shichibukai have any shame?

With a sharp snip, the large, gleaming scissors sliced ​​the shadow into two halves.

The shadow didn't seem surprised by this change.

He was part of Moriah, so he naturally expected this outcome.

Hehehehe—

Shadow's smile remained unchanged, and that signature laugh still sounded extremely grating to Moria's ears.

He had a very ominous premonition.

The shadow stood still.

Then he raised his hand and punched himself.

Damn!

Moriah's eyes widened instantly.

This is a true shadow revolution.

A technique that Moria developed himself and was very proud of.

The shadow is connected to the entity, so if the entity changes, the shadow will also change.

Conversely, if the shadow changes, the physical entity will theoretically also change.

He once used a technique to control Oars the Demon, causing him to stretch his limbs.

Now it's his turn.

The shadow punched itself hard, and the change also occurred in the physical Moria.

Moria groaned, his cheek stinging.

He knows best how to hit himself to hurt more!

But shadows don't feel pain.

Why would he listen to you?

Moria hung his head; this was the last thing he could understand.

Even a split shadow is still one's own shadow.

Why are you siding with your elbow to the outside?

"listen?"

"No, no, no, we are just business partners."

Bucky gently closed the coffin lid; it was the first time he had ever slept in such a place.

However, it must be said that the coffin's excellent sound insulation also significantly improved his sleep quality.

"The one who really has a problem with you is yourself."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the shadow slapped itself twice more.

Two loud snaps.

They whipped Moria's pale skin until it turned bright red.

But he still managed to lift his head, looking at his shadow with some confusion.

Dissatisfaction with oneself?

His own dissatisfaction with himself?

The shadow was as large as Moria, and its grinning mouth seemed to be mocking him.

Then he slapped himself twice more in the face.

"Because we are alive, we will lose things."

"I am definitely not wrong on this point!"

Moria stubbornly raised his head, staring directly at his own shadow.

"Hogback and his team will definitely build a zombie army that can dominate the world!"

He didn't mention a word about what he was supposed to do.

Shadow slapped himself twice more.

Moriah's cheeks were as red as if they had just been fished out of a pot.

The pain brought tears to my eyes.

"I did nothing wrong!"

How could Moria, a former Shichibukai, possibly be mistaken?!

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"I was wrong."

Moria, covered in bruises and swelling, bowed his head before Bucky.

After a fierce struggle with the shadow, he resigned himself to his fate.

Moria used to scoff at the theory that fruits could counteract each other, but now he believes it.

The Chop-Chop Fruit is the biggest nemesis of his Shadow-Shadow Fruit!

A sense of sorrow, like the saying "Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?", arose in his heart.

How could there be a product of an ability that can actively attack ability users in this world?

Fortunately, it was just admitting defeat to one's own shadow.

no big deal.

He offered a consolation to himself, trying to salvage some of his reputation as a great pirate.

"Wrong?"

Bucky turned his head; his gaze had been fixed on the thick fog in the sky.

The dark shadows in the thick fog seemed to be approaching little by little.

It was amazed by Moriah's fate, by his suffering and fear.

I even wanted to take a bite.

Out of instinctive caution, I always kept a certain distance.

This shows that pain and fear are not enough.

"Who said you're wrong?"

His incomprehension seemed genuine.

"Didn't you say you had some complaints about me?"

Moria automatically regarded the person he was displeased with as the slightly comical clown in front of him.

Although I don't know why the other person treated me this way.

"No no no."

"Your shadow is your own embodiment, a collection of your fears and desires."

"The one you need to defeat is yourself."

Bucky waved his hand and pointed to a shadow that had somehow climbed to the top of the castle.

The shadow on the top of the tower spreads its arms out, a posture of preparing for free fall.

goo-dong-

Moriah's already pale skin turned an even paler white with fear, and his lips trembled.

He finally figured it out.

The shadow is meant to keep Moria fighting against it.

The shadow will start its self-harming mode as soon as you stop or "bully" it with scissors.

"No, you can't jump!"

Moriah's voice trembled.

The shadow turned its head, but the wide grin that stretched to its ears remained unchanged.

It leaped into the air.

With a bang.

It smashed a large crater in the ground by landing on a shallot.

"Roar————"

Moria, who had done nothing, was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

Before the pain could subside, the shadow climbed out of the pit and resolutely reached for the top of the castle.

Moriah's mind was a complete mess.

To alleviate the damage caused by his shadow's self-harm, he could only fight with it.

The fist that struck the shadow also struck the user.

In other words, in order to prevent his shadow from harming him, he chose to harm both the shadow and himself.

Nima!

Why is this so convoluted!

But the pain is real.

The physical agony also inflicts real torment on the mind.