One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

When a reserved middle-aged man occasionally makes a fool of himself, he always feels so ashamed that he wants to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.

So he decided to leave this matter here.

forever!

Brownie's black leather boots slammed onto the deck with a loud thud.

He reappeared in front of Bucky, holding the curved knife horizontally in one hand.

Its forward-leaning posture resembles that of a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

This time, his eyes saw clearly.

"Step Forward Slash!"

He silently uttered two words, and a flash of white light disappeared.

The white light clung tightly to Bucky's chest.

He extended a finger, as if to block the sword energy, but his finger and the white light remained at a distance...

Bucky's lower body remained in place, his legs twitching a few times in a daze.

Her upper body seemed to be dancing the cha-cha with the white light, floating out perfectly and always maintaining a slight distance from the white light.

At the last moment, his upper body dropped downwards to avoid the white light.

The entire set of movements was exceptionally elegant, like a skilled dancer in an old London theater, exuding an old-money vibe.

Except for the body that was divided into several pieces.

"An interesting ability."

Buggy had praised this Devil Fruit ability for who knows how many times.

Even disregarding the various wild speculations and theories about this ability in the minds of modern college students, the pseudo-immortality itself is quite interesting.

It is particularly well-suited to Bucky's fighting style.

The main strategy is to sacrifice 1,000 of your own to kill 800 of the enemy.

If I could take this ability back to Gotham...

However, simply crushing the opponent isn't very interesting.

At this stage, Bucky is more looking forward to the various interesting characters in this world.

While his thoughts were wandering, Brownie had no intention of standing still and waiting for his opponent to go through various flashback scenes.

He flashed and quickly closed in.

A foul-smelling gust of wind rushed into his nostrils with each of his strikes.

Bucky neither dodged nor flinched, letting Brownie cut him into pieces, seemingly just to fully experience the feeling of being chopped.

Honestly, the number of times he was stabbed in his other two lives combined doesn't even compare to the number of times Bucky was stabbed in a single month in this world.

After only a short while of chopping, his already split body suddenly shot out.

"An emergency escape from disarray!"

"Yes, that's what I used to call you."

There was another mouth smiling as it explained.

He really only has his mouth left.

"However, the situation just now was indeed quite urgent."

A hand, further away, tried to wipe the cold sweat from a forehead.

I searched for a while but couldn't find it.

unfortunately

Brownie's expression turned somber, and he sighed inwardly.

His left hand, which wasn't holding the knife, was pressed against his white coat.

A bronze ring can be seen faintly on the left index finger.

The ring was set with a rough, crooked pebble about the size of a fingernail.

A small piece of sea stone.

That's the reason Bucky suddenly escaped.

really.

Whether they are pirates or marines, anyone with a brain would try to get themselves a piece of seastone.

Even someone like Smoker, who is an ability user, has to have a piece of Seastone embedded in his weapon.

The abilities of these people are simply too varied and difficult to deal with.

Those who can skillfully master Haki are rare in the first half of the Grand Line.

However, sea stone is very hard and difficult to process.

This can be seen from the fact that Brownie's stone looks very out of place on the ring.

There was more than just that reason that made Brownie look so somber.

There seems to be something familiar about the move the opponent used, which is called an emergency escape technique.

I still couldn't quite believe it.

The other party wouldn't be either.

That kind of monster, right?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 7 A New Beginning Worthy of Celebration

What is the purpose of pirates?

Looting, burning and killing.

Occasionally they go treasure hunting, and often they antagonize the navy.

If you were to put yourself in the pirates' shoes, Habul should have shown some pirate courage and fought these marines to the death. While the marines, who pose the greatest threat to the escort ship, are tied up, Habul should have broken through the marines' defenses as much as possible.

Or, as a crew member who has just joined that "cute bat" pirate crew, he should fight bravely now to gain more time advantage for his nominal captain.

But it's a pity.

Habler only saw himself as an identity.

Fugitive.

What are the priorities for fugitives?

get away.

The giant's imposing body had been lying there ever since Brownie's attack.

After everyone's attention had shifted away from him.

Only then did he assume a crawling position.

They reached towards the upper level through the passageway.

Well, it's actually quite eye-catching.

With such a large size, it would be difficult for the marines to pretend they didn't see it.

However, the navy didn't have much energy to deal with this guy.

In no time at all, Habler actually managed to reach the front of the stairs.

It's clear that he's getting further and further away from becoming a brigadier general like Brownie.

His massive frame suddenly stood up, and the wounds inflicted by Brownie had no effect on the little giant's movements.

Then he took off running.

The free world is truly beckoning to him this time.

As long as he could escape this cabin, as long as he had a chance to return to the blue sea, Habler was confident that he could swim to the next island on his own!

When Habul had just become a pirate, he was exiled to an unknown island by his previous pirate crew because of his excessive appetite.

But Habler managed to swim out using only his own hands.

However, ever since then, he has been filled with distrust of pirates, even though he is a pirate himself.

The broad soles of his feet thumped loudly on the iron plate.

For some reason, none of the naval personnel he encountered along the way intended to stop him.

Could it be something like logistics or staff in the navy?

He made a guess for a moment, and then couldn't wait to run towards the light.

Freedom, freedom awaits him!

The moon had somehow sunk back below the surface of the sea, its orange-red veil spread across the blue water, and white seagulls flew in the distance, their cries echoing through the air.

Habler stood in the light.

The sunlight shone on my hands, but I couldn't feel any warmth at all.

Not far away.

Beneath the seagull's wings, three dark green warships with gleaming cannons stood in a triangular formation, completely surrounding the escort ship.

The only empty direction.

Habuler turned around in alarm, and before him stood a gate of justice that stretched to the heavens and the earth, seemingly without end, like a white cliff.

It pushed apart at a very slow speed, and waves like small hills rose up.

Clearly, the warships emerged from the Gates of Justice.

Is there any way to escape?