"Jihahaha! You idiot, Silver Axe, don't you know who's had too much to drink? Ron went off to fight the King of the World," Golden Lion sneered.
Silver Axe ignored him. The more attention you gave a birdbrain like that, the more worked up he got.
Besides, what was wrong with a little bragging between friends? Who was an outsider like him to tell them what to do?
Uh... Ron didn't seem to think of him as much of a friend, either, but Silver Axe didn't think that mattered. As long as he considered Ron a friend, that was enough. Strangers the first time, familiar the second-wasn't that how all relationships developed?
"Seriously? Didn't you just go with Linlin to rescue those kids? How did you end up fighting the King of the World?" Whitebeard asked, looking somewhat doubtful.
He had always believed what Ron said, but that trust had its limits. Ron might indeed have run into Imu again, but Whitebeard thought the one who had "slunk away" was most likely Ron himself.
After all... that was what had happened last time.
"No idea. Imu just showed up in the street out of nowhere, called my name, said they'd been waiting for me for ages, then rattled on and on before chasing me around," Ron recalled with a shrug.
Actually, he really had been afraid of getting stabbed by Imu at the time.
Only later, after discovering that Black Conversion Domination had no effect on him, had Ron put that worry to rest.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard threw his head back and laughed. Just as he'd thought, Ron was the one who had slunk away.
"Hey, Kaido." Ron suddenly turned to look at Kaido beside him.
"What?" Kaido was stuffing a piece of roast meat into his mouth, his cheeks bulging