Knocking away an old soldier who was missing an arm was hardly anything to celebrate, let alone enough to feel satisfied.
Bullet's gaze shifted toward his former companions—Rayleigh, Gaban, and Saul.
Facing Bullet's battle-filled gaze, Rayleigh let out a soft sigh and placed his right hand on his sword hilt.
As the person who understood Bullet's ways best aside from Roger, Rayleigh realized that this battle, which could be said to be utterly meaningless, was unavoidable.
But—
Bullet could now suppress the physical-monster Garp to such an extent in a direct exchange of martial arts.
Although Garp had lost an arm because of Maud...
The result still came as a surprise to Rayleigh.
Gaban and Saul were equally surprised.
They had both been core combatants of the Roger Pirates and had crossed paths with Garp countless times during their voyages.
No one understood better than them how troublesome Garp was.
And yet Garp had been completely overpowered in front of Bullet.
"Old men from the old era, huh... It sounds truly grating, but I can't deny it."
Gaban slowly put away his pipe and pulled an old-looking hand axe from behind him.
They were already in the twilight of their lives, while the man before them, whom their companions had recognized as a monster long ago, was now at the peak of his strength.
"Even that idiot Garp was beaten down. My gun... definitely won't be of any use."
Saul's expression darkened. He put away his pipe as well, then reached into his trousers and rummaged around twice before pulling out a mottled old-fashioned pistol.
Seeing Saul pull a gun out from his trousers, Gaban was instantly covered in black lines. Unable to hold back even in this tense atmosphere, he complained, "You keep your gun in a place like