"I came here today mainly to ask you a favor!"
As he brought up this matter, every trace of goofiness vanished from Red-Haired's face. Only now did he truly look a little like the world's most commanding man.
"Oh? What is it? Let's hear it!"
Red-Haired did not answer directly. Instead, he raised his hand, pointed at the three scars on his face, and said solemnly:
"I've fought all kinds of battles and suffered all kinds of wounds, but only these scars still ache even today! And the man who gave me these scars should be no stranger to you. He was Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach!"
Hearing that name, Whitebeard momentarily lost control of his aura. Conqueror's Haki spilled out in all directions, and his expression visibly darkened.
Blackbeard could be called Whitebeard's deepest pain. One could imagine how an old man who treasured his family would feel upon seeing his children kill one another. Perhaps it was the very opposite extreme of familial bliss.
Red-Haired paid no attention to Whitebeard's unusual reaction and continued.
"I wasn't the least bit careless when I fought him! Do you know what I'm trying to say, Whitebeard? That man is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike. All this time, he's been hiding in the shadow of Whitebeard's great name, quietly gathering strength. Anyone capable of that much restraint can't be plotting anything small! Whitebeard! In the end, he'll definitely come to drag you off your throne!"
Red-Haired's words were actually somewhat inappropriate, or rather, inappropriate for someone in his position. But Whitebeard did not mind, because he too had complicated feelings about Teach. He remembered what Teach had been like before: the very picture of a good-natured fellow. Yet now, it seemed all of that