One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Bucky made no attempt to dodge, letting the black cage trap him.

"That's because they truly have a sense of justice and passion in their hearts."

The black barrier tore his pieced-together body into several pieces, but Bucky continued talking to himself, his eyes bright.

"You don't actually think I have any ability to bewitch people, do you?"

"No, no, no, I just lifted the black cloth covering their true feelings, revealing their bright red, burning hearts."

As he spoke, he used his split fingers to tap the freckled boy next to him for a while.

The freckled boy's body slowly split open, revealing a still-beating heart on his chest.

So, child!

Bucky's gaze shifted to the boy. "The reason your heart is in pain is because your heart yearns for justice, yet you are trampling on justice in reality!"

"Because you haven't truly lived up to the justice in your heart!"

His words seemed to have a certain seductive quality, and the freckled boy opened and closed his mouth repeatedly.

When he saw his heart floating out, he thought he should go see his family.

But after Bucky said that...

My heart doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore.

"Then what should I do?" He stared blankly at the man. His limited experience made it impossible for him to judge the truth of the other man's words, but he instinctively felt that they made sense.

At least I feel much better now.

"Go and achieve the true justice in your heart."

Freckled boy: "What is justice?"

"Justice is an explosion." Bucky looked like a promising student.

"Justice...is an explosion?"

"madman!"

Hina's face darkened; she had actually been quite engrossed in listening to it.

Why is there suffering?

Because actions differ from what the heart desires.

There is nothing wrong with that.

But justice is an explosion?! What the hell?!

"So justice is an explosion." A few tears streamed down the freckled boy's cheeks as he murmured to himself. This explanation made him feel better.

His unwavering belief made Hina feel an urge to throw him into the sea.

“Of course, of course.” Bucky grinned and put the boy’s heart back in.

“Blow up those things you don’t like, and you’ll feel better, and your sense of justice will be achieved.”

"However, I would suggest you try to enjoy the look of extreme fear and panic on other people's faces before the explosion."

"That would be absolutely hilarious, hehehe."

The freckled boy turned his head, revealing the same bright smile as Bucky.

"Hina-san, I understand, I don't want to die!"

"Justice is an explosion, that's it!"

His eyes shone brightly as he took Bucky's absurd words as gospel.

Because he had found a real outlet for his strong desire to express himself.

Justice is an explosion!

Does the freckled boy have a sense of justice?

Of course it was there. Bucky could see it clearly. The faint white light was still somewhat immature, but it did fill about a quarter of the space in his heart.

However, once Bucky helped him break free from all the other useless emotions, justice took over.

All justice.

This sudden and exceptionally strong sense of justice made the boy feel disgusted with himself and guilty. The news agency's report directly rendered this sense of justice a castle in the air, leaving it nowhere to be placed.

So he was simply kept in a state of intense desire to do something, yet afraid to do it.

All that's left is to escape.

Bucky provided him with such an outlet.

Justice is an explosion.

No matter how absurd it may seem, as long as it's more real than the Navy's justice, as long as it can satisfy the strong sense of justice in his heart...

The teenagers would accept it unconditionally.

"So you understand?"

Buggy turned around and looked directly into Hina's slightly evasive gaze.

"It's not that I'm misleading you, but that you've been distorted by your own sense of justice."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 75 Just Like Me

How do you create a madman who is equally qualified in the eyes of a madman?

Bucky has some insights into this.

First and foremost, you need to work on the other person's beliefs.

To be more precise, it means starting with what the other person takes for granted and is most accustomed to.

Make the righteous doubt justice, and make the rational feel irrational.

Then, you also need a knife that hurts enough to stab into the other person's heart.

In his eyes, Hina, with her sparkling eyes, had already taken the first step.

Her faith had wavered, and her reason had been questioned.

Bucky's hand gripped the black bars, which slowly and helplessly split apart in the face of his power.

Hina knew very well why she was dodging.

Reason told her that apart from the phrase "justice is explosion," everything Bucky said was actually correct.

Why feel lost? Why suffer?

Isn't it simply because there's a conflict between one's sense of justice and reality?

But she was unwilling to bow down to this madman.

Still with a cold expression, he said, "If justice is distorted, then correct it, not by causing an explosion."

"Then what if the world itself is distorted?"

Do you still have the courage to correct him?

The clown asked astutely.

Before a building completely collapses, even if there is an irreversible tilt, people's first thought is whether there is a way to remedy the situation, rather than pushing it further and causing it to collapse completely.

In the words of college students, it was called the weakness of the bourgeoisie.

Hina bit her lip and did not answer.

Is this world distorted?

She didn't know it in her heart, because she had never seen other worlds.

An 800-year reign was enough to make people in this world forget that there were other landscapes.

"and"

Bucky seemed to seize a gap in her words and stood in front of her.

"You admit it yourself, your sense of justice is distorted, right?"

"Are you conflicted? Has your sense of justice also been lost?"

He had a very infectious smile on his face, even though only half of his face was visible behind the smile.

"You've changed. Forever, you can never go back to the past."

"Want to make a bet with me?"

Hina: "What bet?"

"Mmm," Bucky clapped his hands happily.

A bet is great! If you're willing to bet, then you're halfway to becoming a madman!

Buggy's eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled, his gaze falling on Hina, as if he could see the struggle and wavering within her.

All that's missing before she can abandon everything is a sharp enough knife to destroy her past.

Just then, Bucky's navy friend handed him a knife.

Or rather, it had to be handed over.

"A warship is approaching from behind the white fog."

He pointed in a certain direction through the fog.

The white mist created by the Baku did not obstruct his vision.

Instead, by leaning on a body part attached to the Baku, it saw an even wider ocean.

This also includes two warships that were not included in his self-destruction range from the very beginning.

Yes, two warships that can be used to finish things off.

Bucky spread his hands, looking completely innocent, and said, "I need to clarify that I didn't do anything to the people on this warship, and I don't have any parts on this warship."