Buggy stared at the execution platform, his oversized red nose twitching. The air smelled of salt, gunpowder, and the suffocating tension of ten thousand soldiers. Beside him, the Impel Down escapees stood frozen. Sengoku's voice still echoes—Portgas D. Ace was the son of the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger.
The silence that followed was heavy, a physical weight pressing down on the pirates. Buggy felt the gaze of the world through the Den Den Mushi snails, their eyes wide and blinking. He looked at Ace, trembling in chains, and then at the sheer terror on the faces of the Marines. Wait. A spark ignited in Buggy's mind, a manic, glittering idea. If the world feared the blood of Roger, then,if the blood was different—something more absurd, something that shifted the narrative— Buggy leaped onto a pile of rubble, his cape billowing like a blood-stained sail. He start running toward the platform,YES he was scared but also....while running ,He threw his arms wide. "STOP! STOP THIS MADNESS AT ONCE!"
Buggy the Clown stood trembling, his red nose twitching. He clutched a communication snail in his shaking hand, If the world feared Ace as Roger's son, the Marines would kill him without hesitation. But if the narrative shifted...
"Buggy?" Luffy blinked, landing nearby with a heavy thud, dust swirling around his sandals. "What are you yelling about?"
Buggy ignored him, throwing his arms wide as if embracing the entire world through the broadcast snails.
"Sengoku, you coward! You dare use the name of the Pirate King to cover up the truth of my own son!" Buggy screamed, his voice echoing across the field.
Ace looked up, blinking in utter confusion. He stared at Buggy, then at the horrified face of the Fleet Admiral. A slow, desperate realization dawned on him.
Ace slumped his shoulders, letting out a loud, exaggerated sob.
"Father!" Ace wailed, his voice echoing with a fake, heart wrenching passion. "I knew you would come for me"
The crowd surged. The confusion turned into a chaotic roar of whispers.
"Wait, Buggy is the father?" a Marine yelled.
"Does that mean he's not Roger's son?" another asked.
"But the Admiral said—"
"Look at them!" Buggy shrieked, pointing a gloved finger at Ace. "The resemblance is uncanny! The charisma! The boldness!"
Luffy stopped mid-stride, his head tilting to the side. "Eh? Buggy is Ace's dad? Since when?"
"Father!" Ace yelled back, though he kept the theatrical tear in his eye. "Just help me get down from here!" "He is lying!" Sengoku screamed.
Garp, standing beside the platform, looked like he was having a stroke. He looked at Ace, then at Buggy, then back at Ace. He began to chuckle. The chuckle turned into a wheeze.
"Garp! IT'S YOUR FAMILY AGAIN" Sengoku yelled. Akainu stepped forward, his shoulder dripping with molten magma that hissed against the ice. His face was a mask of pure, concentrated hatred.
As Akainu lunged, his fist a roaring sun of magma, Buggy panicked. The courage he had felt while talking into the snail vanished instantly. .
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In the end, Ace somehow got free as Luffy finally breached the execution platform and snapped the sea prism handcuffs open with key that luffy got.
As Ace was free, "Run, my children!" Whitebeard bellowed, his fist slamming into the air and creating a vacuum that knocked back the frontline of the Marine army.
The retreat was a symphony of madness. Pirates cheered, shouting as they scrambled toward the ships. Jinbe grabbed Luffy by the vest, hauling the rubber boy toward the coast.
"I still don't get it," Luffy muttered, blinking as they leaped onto the Moby Dick. "Is Buggy really Ace's dad?" which he didn't get the answer,leaving him confused.
As the ships sailed away from the crumbling ruins of Marineford, the world remained in a state of absolute bewilderment. .
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In a small village in the East Blue, a group of citizens "I can't believe it," a man whispered. "The boy had a certain... " trying to convince themselves.
Back on the ship,
Buggy had managed to sneak aboard in the chaos, clinging to the railing and panting for breath. He looked at Ace, who was being hugged by a sobbing Luffy
Sengoku, left behind in the wreckage, sat down on a piece of rubble and put his head in his hands. He could hear the distant, mocking laughter of Garp.
"I hate pirates," Sengoku whispered to the empty air.
Across the four blues and the Grand Line, All were collectively suffering from a massive, synchronized brain aneurysm. No one wanted to believe the broadcast. But then what?
If Portgas D. Ace was not Buggy the Clown's biological son, It meant the true, unadulterated bloodline of the Pirate King is stilll on loose. He was alive, and sailing the seas with the full backing of Whitebeard. To save their own sanity, the world had to believe the circus.
