"Why are you here?" Gaban glared at Rayleigh.
He had been wondering why that voice had sounded so irritating just now. So it was Rayleigh. No wonder.
"Say it again—Ryan is my disciple!"
Though an injury from many years ago had greatly diminished his strength, Gaban still stepped forward fiercely to butt his forehead against Rayleigh's.
"What is it, you axe-wielding brute?" Rayleigh shifted aside, wearing a disdainful expression.
He could not be bothered to stoop to the level of a brute like Gaban.
"The legendary Pirate King Roger's right and left hands are about to fight!" The crowd immediately shouted at the sight.
They quickly made room for the two of them.
"I never thought that after watching such a huge battle, we'd get to see the Pirate King's right and left hands fight too. This trip was absolutely worth it!"
"Yeah!" someone nearby echoed.
"Hahaha!" Shanks could not help laughing when he saw this.
Back when they were in the Roger Pirates, Gaban and Rayleigh had constantly bickered. He had not expected them to still be like this after so many years, now picking up their old routine again over Ryan as a disciple.
With countless eyes upon them, Gaban and Rayleigh began their verbal sparring.
Ryan, who had walked out of the crowd, sensed what was happening here as well. He glanced back in Rayleigh and Gaban's direction, smiled, and left.
With Carter gone, Ryan cherished the elders still by his side more and more.
That night, Fingrinli Island hosted an unprecedented banquet in pirate history.
Everyone brought out food from their own ships. Pirate crews that might once have held grudges against one another forgot their past unpleasantness and enmities at that moment.
The Roger Pirates and Whitebeard had been like that before. After meeting on