An image surfaced in Usopp's mind: that guy with a white cloth covering his face, a hat on his head, and a sinister look in his eyes.
Usopp looked as if he had just figured it out. "Oh, him."
Chopper nodded. "That's him. He was disguised back then, so you didn't get a good look at his face."
Usopp muttered, "Right. He kept his face covered with that white cloth. How was I supposed to see it?"
Huh? White cloth? What was he talking about? Chopper opened his mouth, a huge question mark practically hanging over his head. If he remembered correctly, it had been a black robe.
Chopper gave Usopp a searching look. Either his own memory was wrong, or Usopp was color-blind.
And he was certain his memory wasn't wrong. That man was his benefactor. How could he possibly forget?
Chopper gave Usopp a meaningful look. That settled it: Usopp was color-blind.
Usopp sighed. "That guy's Devil Fruit power is pretty impressive too. You could call him a swordsman's worst nightmare."
Devil Fruit? A second huge question mark appeared in Chopper's mind. His benefactor's swordsmanship was excellent, though he couldn't say whether that made him a swordsman's worst nightmare.
But was his benefactor a Devil Fruit User too? What was his power? How did I not know? Chopper felt crushed.
Noticing Chopper's look, Usopp found it strange. He went on, "Isn't that right? Besides, Chopper, you remembered it wrong."
Chopper looked up to see Usopp pointing at him. That bastard Usopp said my memory was wrong? Like hell it was! How could I ever forget what my benefactor looked like?!
Chopper sprang up, his emotions flaring. "I did not remember it wrong! You're color-blind, you damn bastard!"
Smack!
Overcome with emotion, Chopper "accidentally" brought a hoof down on