Lost

"What exactly happened?"

Kanjuro, whose emotions had gradually steadied, wiped the tears from his face and asked, "Why did he still die when you were with him?"

"It's a long story."

Kin'emon took a deep breath, doing his best to calm himself.

Then he explained, "After we parted ways with you, Momonosuke and I went elsewhere. But something unexpected happened along the way, and Momonosuke was taken to Punk Hazard."

"To save him, I immediately set out for that place, but I was unlucky and was defeated."

"After that, I encountered a group of pirates..."

"Pirates?"

The moment Kanjuro heard the word "pirates," his expression immediately changed.

"Were they the ones who took Momonosuke away?"

"No."

Kin'emon shook his head. "On the contrary, if it hadn't been for them, I would have died on Punk Hazard too."

Of course, he knew what Kanjuro meant.

But the Straw Hat Crew was different from Kaido and his ilk. Though they were pirates, their hearts were full of compassion!

People like them were simply beyond comparison to Kaido.

"Then how did Momonosuke die in the explosion?"

"No one knows."

Kin'emon shook his head. "Not even the owner of that island knew why Momonosuke had gone to the island's scrapyard."

"By the time the explosion happened, it was already too late for us to go back and look for him."

By the end, Kin'emon lowered his head in guilt.

The situation back then had been far too urgent—so urgent that he did not even have time to interrogate that man.

"Kin'emon."

Kanjuro slowly raised his head and looked high above with a complicated expression. "You know what this means, don't you?"

At that moment, Kanjuro's heart was filled with complicated emotions.

As a member of the Kurozumi Clan, the Kouzuki Clan was his mortal