Strictly speaking.
Buggy could have been even more reckless.
Gion's flashes of swordlight rained down. Aside from making an even bigger racket alongside the explosions and slicing his already shattered body into even smaller pieces, they had no effect.
To the swordsmen of this world, he was a bug.
An infuriatingly untouchable bug.
"Don't you want to see it?"
His lips pieced themselves back together. The corners of his mouth lifted into a crescent moon.
"Don't you want to see a Fireworks Show powerful enough to blow half the Holy Land sky-high?"
"Don't you want to see how the Gorosei, at the pinnacle of power in Pangu City, will react? Don't you want to see how the person atop the Void Throne will react?"
Buggy's hand reached back to his head, and he reattached it to his neck.
And most importantly, his eyes. He'd just witnessed some incredible swordsmanship.
"An explosion...?"
There was a note of surprise in Gion's voice.
Was the other man doing all this just to cause an explosion and see how the Gorosei reacted afterward?
It seemed absurd.
Gion had guessed at Buggy's motives countless times.
Perhaps he was a hero like Fisher Tiger, whose goal was to free the slaves. She'd heard that the Navy had produced someone like that, too.
But if that were the case, there'd have been no need for him to provoke them so many times, let alone get so close to Pangu City.
Or perhaps, like most pirates on the Great Sea, he was after fame and fortune.
But that still couldn't explain why Buggy kept dancing all over the World Government's face.
She still couldn't figure him out.
And she wasn't convinced by his alarmist claims, either.
She couldn't think of any explosives capable of blowing half the Holy