A resounding epithet was standard equipment for every great pirate, and it was also what pirates pursued.
However, every pirate's epithet was based on their own strength and distinctive traits.
Take Ace, for example. Because he was a Logia-type Flame-Flame Fruit user, he was known as Fire Fist.
Therefore, the passing down of an epithet was an extremely rare occurrence in the pirate world.
Gaban looked in surprise at Maud's serious expression illuminated by the firelight, then turned toward Saul, who was covering his face with a newspaper.
As an old-timer who had walked a long road alongside Saul, he knew exactly what Maud's actions meant to him.
It was not merely a legacy, nor was it merely a new beginning.
"It was all worth it, wasn't it?"
Gaban was genuinely happy for Saul.
Everyone couldn't help looking at Saul, waiting for his answer.
Saul held the newspaper over his face, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest that seemed about to break through his body.
It was difficult to describe exactly what this feeling was.
His heart was surging?
Or was it a tumult of emotions?
But none of that mattered anymore.
Because it had all been worth it...
The warmth churning in his chest suddenly shifted to his eyes.
Suppressing his emotions, Saul deliberately spoke in an unconcerned tone. "It's just an epithet, isn't it? If you want it, take it. It's no big deal."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Maud smiled.
Sunny looked at Saul's face hidden behind the newspaper, then at Maud's smiling face, and suddenly smiled knowingly.
Seeing that Saul was clearly overjoyed yet insisted on pretending to be so calm, Gaban raised his hand without hesitation and pulled the newspaper straight off Saul's face.
Without the newspaper to conceal him, everyone immediately