"He's so powerful! That punch that shattered the sky was like another Whitebeard's!"
Cries of amazement rose from the crowd, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
At the same time, their respect for the Marines' strength deepened.
The Summit War had only just begun, yet even the first defensive line had already revealed several jaw-droppingly powerful fighters.
There was Rosinante, who had blocked Whitebeard's punch, along with Vice Admirals Fisher Tiger, Smoker, Kuina, and the others who had stopped his furious strike.
Now there was Buggy, standing toe-to-toe with Red-Haired, one of the Four Emperors.
Without a doubt, once this battle ended, regardless of its outcome, these people would leave an indelible mark on the history of the world.
Their displays of courage and strength would become magnificent scenes that countless people admired and placed their faith in.
"Buggy."
Red-Haired Shanks's expression darkened slightly as he stared at the man blocking his path.
Memories of their shared past flashed through his eyes.
Scene after scene flickered past, finally dissolving into a sigh.
Ever since Roger's execution, when they had parted ways in Loguetown, they had never met again. Naturally, he had known nothing about what had become of Buggy.
More than twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye. He had become one of the Four Emperors, a man standing at the pinnacle of the seas. And Buggy, it seemed, had done well for himself too.
That punch that shattered space had undoubtedly surprised him.
"Heh!"
"This is good too!"
Shanks suddenly chuckled, raising his right hand and pointing his Cane Sword straight ahead.
"We've both found our own paths."
"And now we've met again on this chaotic battlefield. I suppose fate brought us together."
"So."
At that, Shanks's expression suddenly turned cold and stern, and a