Roger's sturdy body flew directly off the island, skipping across the recently calm sea several times.
No one thought anything bad would happen to Roger from that punch.
They just thought Hitler was clever enough to exploit Roger's deliberate vulnerability, making him suffer a loss.
However, as time passed minute by minute, Roger still hadn't returned to the battlefield, and everyone finally realized something might be wrong.
"Could it be... Roger was really killed?!"
"Shut Up Brat!! He isn't Some Weakling That Killed By That Kind Of Punch!!"
Kaido voiced the conjecture, and Jabba loudly refuted him.
Rocks sneered, "That guy gave up the fight himself. Let's call it a day; there's nothing more to see."
Hitler dispelled the Haki wrapped around his fist and unhappily looking in the direction Roger had flown.
He knew he couldn't defeat Roger at his current stage, but being treated like a child and being let win felt worse than getting a good beating.
"Roger! You're deliberately annoying me! Next time, I'll definitely use my own strength to knock you down!!"
The Rocks Pirate Crew disbanded just like that, and the Roger Pirates also stopped lingering.
They quickly rendezvoused with Rayleigh, who had been guarding the ship for the past few days, hoisted the sails, and swiftly sailed towards where Roger had fallen into the sea.
But when they saw Roger floating on the sea... he had a silly, goofy smile, his eyes glazed over as if he was seeing some dreamlike scene, and he was mumbling things that made one want to punch him.
"Eh heh~ Eh hehe~ Shakky-Chan, don't be so impatient, it's my first time~ Oh ho~ Oh ho ho ho~ Shakky-Chan~~ Oh ho ho ho~~ So comfortable~ Shakky-Chan~~"
Rayleigh's face darkened, and he slowly drew the long sword from his waist.
"Jabba, don't stop me! I'm going to cut this bastard down!!"
Unexpectedly, Jabba had no intention of stopping him; instead, he also took out a pair of battle axes.
"You're the one who shouldn't stop me! I'm going to hack this bastard to pieces!!"
...The Roger Pirates' farce was no longer relevant to Hachinosu Island.
Regardless of why Roger was defeated, Hitler ultimately won the battle.
Upon returning to his room, Gloriosa, like an octopus, instantly pounced on Hitler .
Her fiery red lips conveyed passionate emotions.
Hitler supported Gloriosa with one hand, closed the door with the other, and holding his beautiful wife, the two walked together towards the bathroom... Shakky's Rip-off Bar.
Stussy sat alone in a corner, drinking heavily all day.
As the sun set, and the Rocks Pirate Crew gradually began to disperse, she suddenly Called Out to Whitebeard, who was about to leave.
"Newgate... I... *hiccup* ~ I'll ask you one last time... *hiccup* ~"
Stussy hiccupped and asked intermittently, "Are you willing... *hiccup* ~ to marry me..."
Whitebeard's eyes fixated on the flushed and drunken Stussy, and he let out a soft sigh.
"I'm sorry, Stussy, I truly don't have feelings for you."
With that, he left the bar without any further hesitation.
Thud!
Clink, clatter... Stussy collapsed onto the table, knocking the empty wine bottles scattered across it to the floor, where they shattered.
Shakky walked over to her, gently patting her shoulder with a Concerned expression.
She said nothing, nor did she know how to console her.
After all, her own romance had yet to receive any response, so what right did she have to comfort Stussy?
"I'll take you back to your room."
Shakky grabbed Stussy's arm and helped her up, the two of them slowly making their way towards the Skull Mountain.
Along the way.
All the pirates looked at the two of them with adoration in their eyes.
Especially when looking at the unconscious Stussy, many felt a stir of desire.
However, seeing that Shakky was the one escorting Stussy back to her quarters, they dismissed their inner thoughts.
After all, compared to Stussy, what they most wanted was Shakky's favor.
The two safely entered Skull Mountain, slowly approaching Stussy's room along the corridors and stairs.
And just at that moment, Hitler , who had just satisfied Gloriosa and was about to head to the kitchen for a meal, spotted them.
He immediately changed his plans and turned to walk towards them.
"Do you need help?"
Shakky was startled by the question, looked up, and instinctively took a step back with Stussy.
"It's not good to take advantage of someone in their vulnerable state, Hitler !!"
Hitler smiled but said nothing, only looking deeply at Stussy.
Stussy shakily lifted her head.
Looking at Hitler in front of her, his face and Newgate's face kept switching back and forth.
Stussy suddenly struggled free from Shakky's support and stumbled into Hitler 's arms.
".."
Suppressed sobs filled the air, and Shakky fell silent.
Hitler gently wrapped his arm around Stussy from behind.
His actions were not flirtatious; it was a normal embrace between lovers expressing affection.
After a long while.
Stussy's Sobbing gradually subsided.
She lifted a tear-streaked face and said in a hoarse voice, "Hitler ! Help me! Help me forget Newgate!!"
"Stussy, you..."
Shakky instinctively took half a step forward, wanting to intervene, but this was Stussy's own request. If she stopped her, would that be helping her or Crossing Line ?
After all, she too suffered from lovesickness and knew how painful it was when the man she loved didn't reciprocate her feelings.
Hitler smiled at Shakky, very pleased that the latter hadn't stepped forward to dissuade them.
He bent slightly, his hand reaching under Stussy's knees as he lifted her into his arms.
She actively wrapped her arms around Hitler 's neck, clinging to him like a docile kitten.
"Shakky, thank you for bringing Stussy here. From now on, leave everything to me!"
With that, Hitler , carrying Stussy, He turned and quickly went Stussy to room door.
With a reach of his hand, the door opened, and the two disappeared around the corner of the door.
Shakky looked at the closed door, her expression complex.
Finally, she let out a long sigh and left the area.
"I hope... this is a good ending for Stussy..."
...In the blink of an eye, a night passed.
Stussy was still in a hangover, and Hitler carefully got out of bed. He first went to the kitchen to fill his stomach and then brought back breakfast for her.
On the way, Hitler encountered Whitebeard, and the two exchanged glances, understanding each other implicitly.
Just as they passed each other, Whitebeard whispered softly, "Although I don't Have Romantic Felling For her ! She Still My Comrade, please don't let her down."
"Don't worry! You don't need to concern yourself with that!"
Back in the room, Stussy had slowly woken up.
But at this moment, besides the headache common to hangovers, she also appeared particularly fragile, like a startled kitten.
She lay on the edge of the bed, her hands stretched forward.
"... Hitler ... where did you go..."
"I Like This Game Let's Play Another Round ..."
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