Loguetown. Loguetown again.
Barzeb had appeared in Loguetown once more, just as Roadside had long dreamed of, yet Roadside couldn't bring himself to arrest him—not even the slightest urge to do so stirred in his heart. He didn't even have the courage to walk up to him.
Two years had passed, and the balance of power had completely shifted.
Barzeb was now a Great Pirate with a three-billion-Berry Bounty, a Sea Emperor who had dared to charge into a Marine Buster Call fleet, and the Morning Star Pirates Captain.
He was no longer the former Roger Pirates' little cook whom Roadside had thought he could easily handle.
Even Mihawk, the Vice Captain under Barzeb, was more than Roadside could contend with. The combined agents of all CP9 wouldn't be enough to stop Mihawk's blade.
But the CP9 squad's deaths—and the deaths of all ten agents, including their captain—couldn't go unavenged.
Loguetown, Roger Bar.
The bar's owner, Raoul, had put on a fresh outfit especially for the occasion. He called out to Roadside, who was drinking himself into a stupor at the bar.
"Roadside, come on. Let's hurry to the docks and see the commotion. I hear the East Blue Emperor is back. That ship's the pride of our East Blue!"
"You should give up on revenge."
"When Roger was seventeen, he wasn't even as fearsome as Barzeb is now."
In Raoul's eyes, Barzeb would far surpass King of the Pirates Roger one day. He was even ready to rename the bar, if he lived long enough to see Barzeb become king.
Barzeb Bar?
Seven Bar?
King of the World Bar?
All three sounded pretty good.
Roadside didn't refuse. Raoul dragged him to the Loguetown docks like a walking corpse.
When they arrived at the port, a massive crowd had gathered