"Tap, tap~~~"
Ron's figure skipped lightly across the sea a few times, and within a few steps, he landed below the Marine warship.
Then Ron tilted his head up slightly, his gaze settling on the figure standing at the bow. He grinned.
At first, he had wondered who in the Marines had such terrible taste as to get that same hairstyle. Only when he got closer did he confirm that it was Saint Garling himself.
Saint Garling looked down at the figure in a Marine uniform below, his gaze darkening slightly. He seemed to have no recollection of that face, yet... for the moment, he could not remember where he had seen it.
Logically, someone with Haki of this caliber could not be a nobody. He ought to know at least something about him.
However, Saint Garling soon suppressed that trace of confusion.
Who cared who he was?
As a dog of the World Government, barking at his master was a grave taboo.
"Marine, do you know what you've done?" Saint Garling raised the long sword in his hand, pointing its tip straight at Ron below as he spoke icily.
The corners of Ron's mouth slowly lifted. "Hey, moonhead. No wonder I didn't see you when I passed by your place just now. So you came running here."
After speaking, Ron paused, as though recalling something. In the original One Piece story, Saint Garling had also had designs on Shakky. Making that connection, Ron guessed why Saint Garling was here.
"Oh, so you weren't getting any, and you came running to Amazon Lily to find someone to sow your seed in."
Saint Garling's face turned cold in that instant, his fury welling up almost visibly. "How dare you! Marine, do you know what you're saying?! Do you know who I