Fire Fist Ace

"Close one!"

"Finally shook them off!"

After running a long way, the man who had dined and dashed at the restaurant looked back. Seeing that no one was chasing him anymore, he finally stopped and let out a long breath.

The owner of that restaurant had called over people from the entire street to surround him. He had barely managed to escape.

"Burp~"

He let out a satisfied burp, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was about to continue on his way when a voice came from the rooftop above him.

"Kid, skipping out on a meal isn't good! Is that how Newgate taught you?"

The man abruptly looked up. On the roof stood a man with short light-blue hair, looking down at him with a faint smile. Two women stood beside him.

"When?"

He was utterly astonished. He had no idea when this man had appeared on the roof above him, and he had not sensed a thing. But then a dangerous look appeared in his eyes.

"Newgate?"

"Brat, show some respect. Don't call Pops by his name, or else..."

The man who had skipped the bill was displeased that someone had directly called his old man by name. His gaze was a warning, telling the guy above him to show some respect.

On the rooftop, Oak felt an aura lock onto him.

"Brat?"

Oak smiled faintly and glanced down. The guy below was Fire Fist Ace. Once he had arrived in the city, it had been easy to pinpoint him. As the commander of the Whitebeard Pirates' Second Division, Ace's strength ranked among the top three in the Whitebeard Pirates aside from Whitebeard himself.

Placed in this small city in the first half of the Grand Line, his presence was like the bright moon compared to fireflies