"Don't even think about getting away!"
"After him! Get him, get him!"
"Pant, pant~"
"I'm so, so tired!"
"That brat sure can run!"
The Marine captain and more than a dozen Marines were breathing hard, completely worn out.
Some had stopped to brace their hands on their knees, drenched in sweat, their heart rates nearly out of control.
They had been chasing the brat for three days now, but they still hadn't managed to surround him.
His Devil Fruit ability was just too much. They couldn't catch him at all.
They had run around this little island more than ten times over the past three days. They simply couldn't run anymore.
"I refuse to believe I can't catch him."
The captain in charge wiped away the sweat on his brow, loosened his collar, and glared through gritted teeth at the red-nosed brat still running away. He was determined to catch him!
He was a Marine Headquarters captain, for crying out loud. If he couldn't even catch a brat, he might as well kill himself.
He'd already lost too much face to go back to Marineford. His colleagues would laugh him to death.
"After him!"
"Yes, yes!"
Another round of marathon pursuit began.
About half an hour later, Buggy ran into a battlefield and started wailing for help before he had even gotten close.
"Shanks, help me!"
Not far away, a red-haired boy wearing a straw hat was fighting the Marines with a long sword. He was up against a captain and several Marines, too.
Unlike Buggy, who was just running away, he was fighting the Marines head-on.
Shanks, an apprentice aboard the Roger Pirates.
The future Red-Haired Emperor, one of the Four Emperors.
He'd make his way through the world with the golden words "Do me a favor," a domineering