As the Whitebeard Pirates and the Marines clashed.
In a small inn on Fish-Man Island, Buggy and Dazhen each grabbed one of Hawkeye's arms, desperately holding back Hawkeye, who wanted to head out.
"Are you going out there to die?! That's a war between the Whitebeard Pirates and the Marines!" Buggy cursed angrily.
Judging by his expression, he was genuinely anxious.
If Hawkeye joined the battle and got captured by the Marines, what would happen to him, the great Buggy? What if Hawkeye gave him up? Buggy absolutely could not let Hawkeye go.
"Yeah, it's really too dangerous there!" Dazhen urged as well.
But Hawkeye's gaze was incomparably resolute.
He enunciated every word. "If I don't even dare to face a war like this, then what do I have left to become the world's greatest Great Swordsman!!!"
Thump!
Dazhen's heart pounded wildly. As a swordsman, he deeply empathized with Hawkeye's words.
"Yeah! If I'm afraid of something like this, do I still deserve to pursue the way of the sword?" Dazhen murmured softly.
"Hey! Dazhen!" Buggy looked at the absentminded Dazhen, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart. Something was about to go wrong!
"You're right, Hawkeye!" Dazhen released Hawkeye's arm, which he had been gripping tightly.
Could Buggy stop Hawkeye by himself? The answer was: of course not!
Free of his restraints, Hawkeye headed straight for Fish-Man Plaza. That was where Hawkeye belonged!
"Sorry, Buggy!"
Dazhen followed close behind.
Leaving behind only a dumbfounded, utterly despondent Buggy.
With both of his bodyguards gone, what was he supposed to do?
Buggy stood where he was, his expression shifting constantly.
"Dammit!" With a low curse, Buggy chased after them.
In the end, he chose to follow. Most importantly, there was Dazhen. Over the past two years, it wasn't just Dazhen