Chapter 114: The Scapegoat Hero!
As the longest-serving Warlord of the Sea, Gecko Moria was in a good mood lately. A really good mood. Even he himself couldn't remember the last time he had been in such a mood. Perhaps it was when he was high-spirited in the New World more than a decade ago.
But ever since his battle with the current Emperor, Kaido of the Beasts, Gecko Moria had been suffocated for over a decade. For the sake of revenge, he had endured so much that his guts had cramped up dozens of times. Although forbearance was hard, it was worth it. Now, he could finally see the hope of revenge.
Unlike Crocodile, who also wanted revenge on a Yonko, although Gecko Moria's method of revenge also involved borrowing external force, he had never thought of borrowing a power he couldn't control.
Ever since the time he had nearly lost his life at Kaido's hands, Gecko Moria had made up his mind to use the same method Kaido used to torture him to torture that non-human to death.
But Kaido of the Beasts's body was absurdly tough. To use his method of torturing people to torture him back, there was only one way: to find a corpse that was countless times taller and more formidable than Kaido's body. And looking throughout the history of pirates, there was only one that met the criteria: Oars, who held the title of "Demon."
But until he had excavated Oars's body from the Land of Ice and transported it back, Moria couldn't be sure if the body of the Demon Oars was still well-preserved after 500 years.
Fortunately, the heavens had not abandoned Moria. The Demon's body was indeed awesome to the extreme. Although it had been frozen for 500 years, the cold had done very limited damage even to the muscle tissue. As long as he repaired and modified it a bit, and combined it with his own ability, Moria was certain he could re-enter the New World and torture that damn Kaido to death.
The thought that this day would soon arrive put Moria in an extremely good mood.
Sitting in his palace, Moria was holding a wine glass, savoring the pure taste of red wine.
But suddenly, a loud noise came, and then Moria felt his body begin to tilt.
Tilt?
He clearly hadn't moved, so how could he be tilting?
In just an instant, Moria, who had roamed the New World and seen the world, thought of the reason that could make him tilt.
One was that the Thriller Bark had encountered a tsunami. But this was absolutely impossible. One must know that the Florian Triangle, let alone a giant tsunami, rarely even had a rainstorm. The shipping route he had observed for many years certainly wouldn't have a problem, so it was definitely not because of the Thriller Bark itself.
If it wasn't the ship itself that was tilting, then there was only one possibility left—an attack!
Yes, an attack. And not an ordinary attack, but a giant slash from someone who had already stepped into the level of a Great Swordsman.
To be honest, many people were very happy today. Moria in the castle was one, and Shiliew outside the castle was another.
Ever since obtaining the Ant-Ant Fruit, Shiliew could swear that he had never once had the chance to swing his sword to his heart's content like today.
The biggest problem with swordsmen is that they love to cut things. Shiliew was just like that. Back in Impel Down, Shiliew couldn't be satisfied because he was afraid that this miracle built in the Calm Belt would be destroyed by him. Although Shiliew didn't care about it, there were too many people who did. So Shiliew could only vent his frustration by cutting down prisoners, which was why he was thrown into the Infinite Hell by Magellan.
After finally being brought out of the sunless Infinite Hell by Buggy, Shiliew was still not satisfied. It wasn't that fighting Mihawk was not exhilarating, but the main problem was that the background of the fight was all empty air. The thought of that island with nothing on it made Shiliew feel a wave of stuffiness.
What is the dream of a swordsman? Those who answer "to become the world's number one" are definitely not great swordsmen. A true great swordsman might have various answers, but they all have one thing in common: there is nothing that cannot be cut.
In short, it means there is nothing that I can't cut with one slash. If there is, then just add another slash or more, until it is cut open.
The so-called world's number one swordsman is just a tragic ghost who can't find anything he can't cut and is stuck in place. Once one reaches the level of a great swordsman, no one truly wants to become the world's number one.
Having something that can be cut, is worth cutting, and requires effort to cut is what great swordsmen look forward to the most. No one cares if this thing is a person or something else.
And if you take the "cut" from the above and translate it, the most direct explanation is destruction. This was the reason Shiliew had never been satisfied.
Even though he had almost sunk that deserted island in the Calm Belt, Shiliew didn't get any sense of satisfaction from the destruction. It couldn't be helped; its presence was too weak. How could it compare to the castle not far away, which looked like it had been built with a lot of painstaking effort?
Building one's own pleasure on the displeasure of others—this was Shiliew's true nature.
"Bastard, didn't we agree to move together? I haven't even thrown a kick yet," the Baboon beside him shouted, looking at the slowly tilting upper part of the castle, while writing next to Shiliew.
"Hahahaha, I couldn't hold back. Next time, I'll definitely wait for you," after speaking, Shiliew didn't hold back at all and swung his sword again.
Different from the first diagonal slash, the second slash was vertical, from top to bottom. The name of the move was one everyone was familiar with—called "Splitting Mount Hua!"
"Roar!" The Baboon was truly angry this time. It lifted its leg and unleashed a flurry of kicks at the nearby castle.
This is too much! Can't we just fight together happily anymore?! You just said you'd wait for me, but what happened? You ran off on your own again! If you're not going to be fair, then don't blame me for not following the rules!
Looking at the slashes kicked out by Storm Leg, Shiliew was instantly enraged. I only got two slashes in and you've already kicked out dozens! Don't think you can ignore the rules just because you're a baboon! The captain said the mascot is cow 3, not you! If you piss me off, I'll just take care of you, then go...
Just as he thought of this, a massive roar echoed through the sky.
"Dracule Mihawk, I'll **** your ancestors' coffin lid!"
Hearing this roar, Mihawk, who was on his way to the island, almost choked and fell into the sea.
Buggy, walking a little ahead of Mihawk, was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing without any decorum. Having come to the world of One Piece for so long, he had finally witnessed firsthand how a "scapegoat hero" was born.
Speaking of which, it really wasn't Moria's fault for mistaking his attacker.
Because in Moria's mind, to be able to swing a giant slash that could sever a castle, and to have attacked a Warlord before, there was only one person in the world like that: the former Warlord of the Sea, Dracule Mihawk, who had been stripped of his title by the World Government for attacking a fellow Warlord.
And it wasn't just Moria. Anyone else, at this time and place, would probably guess that the one attacking them was definitely Mihawk, who had a prior conviction, and absolutely not someone else.
Why?
(End of Chapter)
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