The Pirate Who Refused Red-Hair's Invitation

"Uh, then what do you want?"

"Money." The Shadow Clone held out a hand to Sabo.

Sabo smiled helplessly. "I don't have any..."

"Tch. You're broke." The Shadow Clone looked Sabo over, then fixed his gaze on the pipe he carried. "Give me that lousy pipe."

Sabo: "?"

Lousy... pipe?

Well, he had picked it up off the ground...

Sabo asked with a rueful smile, "It's not worth anything. What do you want it for?"

"You talk too much." The Shadow Clone snatched the pipe from Sabo's hand. "I'll take this lousy pipe as payment for saving you. Now we're even. If we meet again, pretend you don't know me, okay?"

Sabo: "..."

I don't even know what you look like. Even if we meet again, I might not recognize you...

Sabaody: Come at Me, Then

The Shadow Clone had taken Sabo's pipe and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a bright yellow laser bolt came hurtling toward them from the distance.

The Shadow Clone and Sabo both sensed the danger. Without a word, the Shadow Clone grabbed Sabo's arm again and whisked him out of the laser's path.

The bolt grazed the edge of the Shadow Clone's mask and struck the grass behind him.

Boom! The blast tore a huge crater in the ground.

"Oh my, you dodged it. How frightening." Kizaru's unmistakably aggravating voice drifted over from afar.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared at the edge of Area 29, where the Shadow Clone and Sabo had just been standing.

By then, the Shadow Clone had already vanished with Sabo.

The other Revolutionary Army members were still there, staring at one another.

Kizaru turned toward them, scratched his head, and asked, "Are you with the Revolutionary Army?"

Their faces fell. They took two steps back, swallowed nervously,