On this vast sea, apart from the old guys like Rayleigh who had retired, the only ones who would treat him like family just because he was Roger’s son were probably Shanks and this Red Nose before him.
After crying for a full ten minutes or more, Buggy finally raised his head with a sob and wiped his face messily.
“Young Master, no, Captain Ace!” Buggy’s address changed instantly, the fear in his eyes mostly gone, replaced by a kind of fanatical loyalty, “Since you are the Captain’s son, are we going to search for One Piece and inherit the old Captain’s title of Pirate King?!” “Pirate King?” Ace put down the sake cup, chuckled, and shook his head.
“Buggy, I have no interest in whatever great treasure that old man left behind.
If we happen to pass by Laugh Tale one day, it might be worth a look on the way.
But I didn’t set sail to walk the same old path he took.” Ace stood up, his tall frame facing the rising sun.
He stretched out his palm, which had been honed to be extremely broad and thick by Haki, as if he wanted to grasp the entire sea in his hand.
“What I want to be is the King of the World, capable of overthrowing the World Government and establishing absolute order.” Buggy gasped, his chin almost hitting the deck.
Overthrow the World Government?
King of the World?!
If someone else had said these words, Buggy would have laughed his head off.
But looking at the monster before him, who at seventeen could possess such terrifying combat power and aura in the East Blue, Buggy actually felt that this might not be an empty boast.
This young Captain was even crazier and more ambitious than Roger back in the day!
“Since that’s the case, This Great Man will reluctantly assist you!
Who else but me owes the old Captain a favor!” Buggy put his hands on his hips and sniffled arrogantly, as if he were already the first meritorious official of this future empire.
“Very good.” Ace turned around, looking at the smug Buggy, the corners of his mouth curling into a sunny arc that nonetheless made Buggy’s back feel a bit cold.
“Since you were once a person on Roger’s ship, and now you are my crew member, naturally you cannot lose face for the Eclipse Pirates.” Ace stepped forward, pressed down on Buggy’s shoulder, and pointed to Sabo, who had already put down the newspaper and was warming up his wrists.
“From today on, every morning will be physical training, and every afternoon will be developing your fruit abilities.
I will personally teach you how to awaken dual-color Haki.” “Huh?!” The smugness on Buggy’s face instantly froze, and he shook his head desperately, “No need, no need!
I’m an intelligence-type player, I fight with my brains and Buggy Balls!
Besides, my Chop-Chop Fruit is a passive skill, it’s perfect, it doesn’t need development!” “Protest invalid.” Sabo walked over with a smile, the alloy long staff in his hand tapping gently against his palm: “Buggy, although your fruit can passively immunize against slashes, if you don’t master Observation Haki to predict in advance, or use Armament Haki to increase the destructive power of your separated parts, you won’t survive three days in the New World.” “I’m not going to the New World!
I want to stay in the East Blue and be a mountain king— Ahhhhh!” Before Buggy could finish his scream, he was lifted up by Ace with one hand like a chick and thrown directly toward the open space in the middle of the deck.
“First, run five hundred laps around the deck to warm up!
Sabo, keep an eye on him, no breakfast until he finishes running!” Ace laughed as he gave the order.
“Help!
Abuse!” On the eclipse in the early morning, the extremely shrill yet vibrant screams of the Red Nose clown echoed.
Ace raised his cup, leaned against the ship’s railing, watched Buggy scurrying all over the deck being chased by Sabo, and downed the sake in his cup.
The sea breeze was cool, but the eclipse at this moment finally had a bit of the true atmosphere of a real pirate crew.