Bullet slowly turned around. Rather than anger, a savage grin spread across his face, his white teeth glaring against his red skin.
He ignored the other man's assessment and pointed his thumb at an old scar on the lower left side of his waist.
His gaze stayed fixed on Shamrock's face, which bore an uncanny resemblance to someone else's.
"Hey! You and that red-haired bastard Shanks..."
Bullet licked his lips, flames blazing in his eyes. "Just what is your relationship?"
"Seeing that infuriating face of yours... makes this scar of mine start aching again!"
That scar had come from his fierce battle with "Red Hair" Shanks years ago!
It had also been the battle that propelled Red Hair into the ranks of the Four Emperors.
At those words, Shamrock's sneer deepened, a trace of contempt joining it.
"Oh? So..."
He lightly flicked some nonexistent dust off his Rapier, his tone mocking.
"My younger brother, who coveted the lower world's so-called 'freedom' and 'companions,' foolishly abandoned his noble status and duty, and ran off to become some pirate emperor..."
Shamrock raised his sword and pointed it at Bullet.
"Left you with quite a 'pleasant' memory, then."
Younger brother?!
Red-Haired Shanks... was actually the younger brother of Saint Figarland Shamrock, a Celestial Dragon and member of the Holy Knights?!
He was... born a Celestial Dragon too?!
Even Bullet froze briefly. Then his savage grin grew wilder still!
"Hahahahaha!!! Interesting! Too damn interesting!!" Bullet roared with laughter.
"No wonder! No wonder that guy carried himself nothing like those Celestial Dragon scumbags,
"yet still had that faint, irritating air of 'nobility,' as if he thought he was some savior!"
"But I wonder..." He clenched his fists, his bones cracking as his Haki boiled up once more.
"If I slaughtered the older brother... would the