Bullet VS Roger

To commemorate the great contributions the Roger Pirates had made to this island, the residents spontaneously organized an event—building a statue of Roger, positioned right in the royal capital of the Kingdom of Mol.

Now, Roger's status among the island's residents was even higher than King Caesar's.

After staying another ten-plus days, once the island's residents had fully stabilized, the Roger Pirates proposed their departure.

"Are you really leaving now?" King Caesar's attitude toward Roger was now conflicted. On one hand, he hoped Roger would stay and help him stabilize the country; on the other, he feared Roger might threaten his position.

"Yes, we've already been here over two months. It's time to go."

"Then I wish you a smooth journey. The Kingdom of Mol welcomes you anytime."

"Thank you." Kaiser Lynn did not appear at this farewell—perhaps she didn't want to feel the pain of parting from Shirakawa.

"Roger, settle this with me now." Just as Roger was about to board the ship, Bullet suddenly spoke to him. Instantly, the scene fell silent. King Caesar froze in place, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Roger was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Alright."

"Your Majesty, I need one more favor. Is there any deserted island around here?"

"There is, but it's not very close. Do you need me to send someone to guide you?"

"No need. Just tell me which direction."

"Oh, alright. The deserted island is to the south. No one lives there."

"Mm. Follow me, Bullet." With that, Roger used a skill similar to Geppo, flying southward. Even without knowing the exact location of the deserted island, he had Observation Haki.

Bullet followed. From far away, Shirakawa could feel a surging, blood-boiling excitement radiating from Bullet.

"Looks like we're in for a show. Let's follow." With the captain absent, First Mate Rayleigh was the leader of the group.

They boarded the ship, deciding to sail over—since they had no plans to return here.

"Mr. Rayleigh, don't you need us to accompany you?" Watching Rayleigh prepare to set sail, King Caesar asked again.

"No need. Seeing us off here is enough. The battle about to start is too dangerous for you."

As soon as he said this, several keen-sensed individuals felt an incredibly terrifying aura suddenly erupt from the south.

"Oh, it's already started? Bullet sure is impatient."

"What is this feeling? So terrifying." King Caesar, having held a high position for so long, vaguely possessed a leader's aura himself. But now, subjected to the baptism of Roger and Bullet's Conqueror's Haki, he felt like an earthworm facing a dragon.

"Alright, you should go back now. This place is no longer suitable for you."

At that moment, Rayleigh spoke, his words laced with a trace of Conqueror's Haki, snapping King Caesar out of his daze.

"Thank you, Mr. Rayleigh." King Caesar said gratefully, deep reverence flickering in his eyes. He hadn't realized that the two men he'd been in contact with all this time were so terrifying.

He looked toward the southern island with deep wariness.

"Alright, First Mate, let's hurry over. Any later and the fight will be over." Shirakawa said impatiently, brimming with excitement. Such battles were rare, after all.

"Don't worry. Those two won't finish that quickly."

The ship slowly sailed toward Roger and Bullet's location. Shirakawa's heart pounded with excitement. There was one other person who felt the same way—Shanks.

Shanks couldn't wait to witness the grandeur of this battle with his own eyes. He pressed down on his straw hat, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"You two..." Sensing Shirakawa and Shanks's mood, Rayleigh said helplessly. He had a feeling these two would never be the type to stay out of trouble.

Once they were strong enough, they'd definitely roam everywhere. The Grand Line would surely have legends left behind by them.

After sailing for about two hours, they finally spotted the island where Roger and Bullet were fighting. Explosions and shockwaves rang incessantly in their ears.

Shirakawa was ready to take off, but Rayleigh immediately held him down.

"What are you doing, Rayleigh?" Shirakawa said, annoyed. His curiosity felt stifled.

"You can't watch this battle up close yet. It's still too early for you." Rayleigh shook his head, explaining.

"Damn it."

Shirakawa punched the deck in frustration, his tone bitter. He didn't even have the strength to watch a fight. He wasn't afraid of the clash of Conqueror's Haki—Rayleigh knew that.

So Rayleigh's deeper meaning was that a stray blow from the battle could accidentally kill him.

Rayleigh patted his shoulder in comfort. "I believe you'll get stronger soon."

"Of course." When it came to getting stronger fast, Shirakawa was quite confident.

With his endless regenerative ability, as long as he had enough food and stamina, he could go without sleep for a lifetime. He had already decided to train hard.

Though he couldn't see the specifics of the fight, Shirakawa kept his eyes fixed on that island without moving. Many others did the same.

Those skilled in Observation Haki simply closed their eyes, sensing the battle.

Soon, the sky had darkened, but the fight showed no signs of ending.

"Mr. Rayleigh, how's the battle going?" Shanks asked anxiously. Not being able to see the fight wasn't just Shirakawa's regret.

"Wait a little longer. There's no sign of it ending yet."

A whole night passed. Finally, the sounds of battle gradually subsided.

"Mr. Rayleigh, is the fight over? Who won?"

"It's over. Roger won, of course." Though Bullet was strong, he still had a certain gap compared to Roger.

When the crowd saw Roger's figure emerge, the battle that had lasted a full day and night finally came to a close.

"Set sail." After boarding the ship, Roger said to his crew.

"Captain, Bullet hasn't come aboard yet?" a crewmate asked cautiously. After all, the Captain had just finished fighting Bullet, and he was still looking a bit disheveled.

"He's left the Roger Pirates."

"What?" More than half of Roger's crew shouted in shock.

"Damn it." Exhausted, Bullet lay in the center of the island, his eyes full of unwillingness. Tears streamed endlessly from the corners of his eyes.

"Roger, one day I'll surpass you. Don't you die too soon," Bullet thought to himself.

At that moment, the island was covered in deep craters and sword scars. Some of the sword scars even radiated wild Sword Qi. Ordinary people couldn't even set foot on this island now—they might be torn apart by the spreading Sword Qi.