"...Buggy, you bastard."
Austin admitted that he was genuinely a little moved.
"Then let's try it together—the best orange juice in the East Blue!!!"
Austin slowly broke into a smile and crooked a finger. Countless oranges instantly appeared in the air.
Then Austin looked at Little Hawk, leaving him momentarily bewildered.
But he quickly caught on, and Little Hawk's expression immediately stiffened, turning rather unpleasant.
"Why are you looking at me? Don't tell me... Hey, your ability can do this too, right?! Why do I have to do it?!"
"That way, everyone gets to take part. This is the best orange juice in the East Blue!!!"
"Tch..."
Mihawk had his eyes closed, but he could sense Austin staring at him—or rather, everyone was staring at him.
In the end, he could no longer keep his composure.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The black blade on his back instantly left its sheath, displaying masterful swordsmanship.
After a flurry of slashes, the oranges floating in the sky were stripped completely clean—not only their peels, but even the white fibrous strands.
The crystal-clear orange flesh was displayed before them like a work of art.
"So amazing!!!"
"As expected of the World's Greatest Swordsman, such meticulous blade work!!!"
"There isn't even a trace of impurity left!!!"
Buggy's underlings, the designated hype men, eagerly flattered him. Mihawk clearly did not enjoy hearing it, though, and merely put the black blade back onto his back with an irritated look.
Austin smiled and ignored Little Hawk's little tantrum, simply clenching one hand in the air.
One orange after another was instantly squeezed by some invisible force, juiced into thin streams that flowed into the cups prepared beforehand.
"All right!!! Cheers!!!"
Austin raised his cup with a smile. Buggy happily held up a wineglass in one of his detached hands,