High above the battlefield, Buggy watched from afar.
Now that the two sides had begun fighting, Buggy was itching to get closer, but he feared Werther and the others would notice him.
Just then, the Den Den Mushi on Buggy's person suddenly rang.
Buggy, who had been talking nonstop, took out the Den Den Mushi but hesitated to answer it.
After a long pause, he picked up. The caller had sponsored him with a great many Beli.
"Mr. Buggy, I'm afraid our partnership has to end here. I'm terribly sorry."
Mindful of Buggy's status as a Shichibukai and the size of his forces, the caller spoke with great courtesy.
"What? End it? You're ending your partnership with me? What about the money you owe me when the broadcast is over? I'm risking my neck to bring you footage of the battlefield!"
The caller fell silent for a long while. From the footage Buggy had provided, it was hard to tell whether the place was even Wano Country.
"Mr. Buggy, I'm truly sorry, but we can't get any news from the footage you've given us. My Newspaper Office may go under after this broadcast. I put everything I had into sponsoring this operation of yours."
Buggy laughed awkwardly. He knew he was a little too far from the battlefield.
"Mr. Buggy, if you could move just a little closer—even close enough for us to tell who's fighting—tomorrow's Newspaper would sell out. Rest assured, you'll get every Beli you're owed."
As the biggest name in the delivery business, Buggy did not care all that much about money. What he wanted was fame.
But as things stood, he would gain none. His reputation might even suffer.
"Fine, I get it. I just have to move a little closer, right? I'm a big shot