This time, Shirakawa had made a little name for himself around the world. Those who knew him weren't particularly surprised by the news, since a bounty like that was only to be expected.
But people who didn't know him would definitely be surprised the first time they saw his Wanted Poster. Their first thought might be, "Holy crap, who's this guy? He's so handsome." Their second would probably be, "That bounty's really high. Is he a rookie?"
On Whitebeard's ship, Marco held up a newspaper for Whitebeard to see. "Old Father, look! That kid's got a bounty now."
"That kid?" Clearly, Whitebeard's memory of him wasn't all that clear. As far as he was concerned, the boy was just a talented kid with a long way to go.
"The kid with the Great Sword over his head. The Navy gave him the title of Great Sword, too."
"Oh, you mean him. The flashy one." At the mention of that sword, Whitebeard remembered him. He'd been taken aback the first time he saw it, too.
But in the end, he'd realized the boy's sword wasn't much use, so Whitebeard had put it in the same category as a mere ornament.
"Flashy, huh? Hahaha, you're right, Old Father." Hearing Whitebeard's assessment of Shirakawa made Marco very happy. At least Old Father thought more highly of him than he did of Shirakawa.
"A rookie in the Roger Pirates?" Golden Lion had seen the Wanted Poster, too, but Shirakawa didn't ring a bell. The only thing he paid attention to was a line of small text on the poster: This person is a member of the Roger Pirates and extremely dangerous.
Plenty of people across the sea focused on the same thing as Golden Lion: the fact that Shirakawa was a member of the