Amid the crowded exhibition hall, several pirates with extremely bizarre appearances shoved their way forward.
"Hey? Big Brother Teach, they still don't have what you're looking for here?" asked a pirate whose arm had two elbow joints.
"Zehahaha, I'm just taking a casual look around. If there's something you want, you can go off on your own. You don't have to keep following me."
The man named Marshall D. Teach threw his head back and laughed, not caring in the slightest that he was exposing the gaps where teeth were missing from his mouth.
"Big Brother Teach, you're really being unfair. The way you're acting, you're clearly trying to get rid of us, aren't you?" the Longarm Tribe pirate complained.
"How could that be? It's not like I'm doing anything shameful."
"Actually, Big Brother Teach, I know even without you saying anything. You're very strong, right? I once saw you easily defeat the captain of the Dark-Dark Pirates..."
Just as Teach's gaze began to turn dangerous, he heard the Longarm Tribe pirate lower his voice.
"You obviously have incredible strength, yet you never reveal it. Actually, Big Brother Teach, your body... can't perform, can it?"
"Huh? What did you say?" Teach asked, his face blank with confusion.
"Big Brother Teach, stop hiding it from me." The Longarm Tribe pirate spoke with deep anguish. "You must be worried that your physical condition would turn the Whitebeard Pirates into a laughingstock, so you deliberately hide your strength and refuse to become a commander, right?"
"Zeh, zehahaha!" Teach laughed awkwardly, all the gloom in his eyes disappearing as he put on a solemn expression. "You're right. I've always been a short and powerless man."
"Big Brother Teach, don't lose heart! We'll definitely help you find a solution!" several pirates encouraged him together.
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