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"Teach, you injured that Shanks?!" Marco shouted.
On the deck of the Moby Dick, after hearing Liam's words, everyone else also showed shocked expressions and turned to look at the otherwise unremarkable Teach in the corner.
Then, they all rushed over, throwing arms around him and laughing loudly.
"You're pretty amazing, aren't you? You actually managed to defeat that guy! Hahaha!"
"As expected of one of our veteran crew members!"
"Haha…!"
"Zehahaha…" Teach said casually, "It's nothing really. Guys from Roger's ship aren't that big a deal anyway. Zehahaha!"
It was clear he knew exactly what people on this ship liked to hear, because as soon as he said that, the entire Whitebeard crew lit up with joy.
"You bastard, Teach, telling the truth like that!"
"Hahaha, I'm in such a good mood today, let's all have a few more drinks!"
"It's just a shame Shanks isn't here, if he were, we'd be laughing even harder!!"
Although the scene was lively, the ones laughing the hardest were mostly the veteran members, especially those who had taken part in the three-day, three-night battle against Roger's crew on that nameless island. Some of them were laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their faces…
"What's so funny?"
Liam sat on the deck beside Whitebeard. Rolling his eyes, he lifted a massive "wine basin", huge even compared to his 2.4-meter frame, and gulped down a mouthful.
"You didn't see it, he was a pretty handsome, spirited guy. Then bam, three scars right across his eye. Totally ruined his face…"
"Does Shanks even count as a 'young guy'?" Robin muttered dryly from the side.
Marco was feeling around Liam's body as he spoke, looking exasperated. "So just because Teach scarred Shanks' eye, and you hadn't even met Teach before, you wanted to kill him?"
"Why not?" Liam replied.
"Gurarara…" Whitebeard drank from his jug and laughed. "That reminds me of Roger. Once, because someone insulted his companions, he wiped out an entire country's army…"
"Out of curiosity, how many people is 'an entire country's army'?" Liam looked up.
Whitebeard thought for a moment. "It was a long time ago… a small country, I think. At most, no more than five thousand soldiers."
"Figures." Liam nodded and took another drink.
Marco was still examining him, hands moving around his body.
He said, "You and Shanks are pretty close, huh?"
"Well…" Liam thought for a moment, then looked up at the sky. "If it weren't for Shanks, I'd probably be in Marineford right now, getting drilled by that Admiral Zephyr."
In that case, we never would've met again… Robin's lips curved slightly as she quietly added, "With your talent, you'd have probably already graduated from Marine training camp by now."
"True!" Liam laughed. "Maybe I'd already be an officer, Colonel, perhaps?"
"You at least be a Vice Admiral," Robin tilted her head. "Being a Admiral is possible too."
"Hahaha!" Liam laughed loudly, holding his wine basin in one hand while slapping his thigh with the other. "Of course! I'm almost eighteen or nineteen, being an Admiral would be a given, right?, Marco, why are you touching me like that?!"
He turned back and shouted in annoyance.
'What are you even talking about…' Marco calmly withdrew his hand. "Nothing. Just checking."
Robin said, "He's checking your injuries… Marco's probably the ship's doctor."
"Yeah." Marco nodded.
"I could already tell," Liam clicked his tongue. "That annoying hospital smell all over you…"
'Does it have a smell?' Marco lifted his collar and sniffed it a couple of times, but didn't notice anything. Not dwelling on it, he pointed at Liam and said: "Your injuries have already completely healed. That kind of recovery speed, even by monster standards, is way too fast."
"You've got an occupational habit," Liam said with a grin, clinking cups with Whitebeard and stroking his chin. "Want to know my secret? Trade me the Tremor-Tremor Fruit for it…"
"You just reminded me," Marco ignored him calmly. "Switch my fruit and Pops' fruit back."
"Not even a comeback? How boring!" Liam snapped his fingers. "Fine."
A black shadow instantly darted back and forth between Marco and Whitebeard. In the next moment, both of them felt the familiar power of their Devil Fruits return to their bodies.
Blue flames ignited in Marco's palm.
With every breath Whitebeard took, it was as if thunderous tremors echoed faintly.
"You're drunk." Robin touched Liam's slightly flushed face, it was warm.
"Hm? No way I'm drunk," Liam said, unconvinced.
But after glancing at his Stand, he frowned, realizing that the way he'd just spoken… he probably was drunk.
He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, causing white mist to rise from the top of his head like steam.
From that mist, Marco caught a strong smell of alcohol and exclaimed in surprise,
"That works too?!"
"That's Life Return, isn't it…" Whitebeard took a sip of sake and finally concluded. "Even among those who specifically train in Rokushiki, only a small number can fully master this ability. It allows complete control over every part of the body, hair, blood, bones, skin…"
He looked at Liam.
"Your powerful recovery ability comes from that, too, right? Gurarara… I see now. You've got extraordinary talent in Life Return. No wonder you've integrated Rokushiki so well…"
"Is it really that impressive?" Marco smiled.
Now more sober after expelling the alcohol, Liam chuckled. "You call it Rokushiki, but to me it's just a 'First Style.' It's nothing more than different ways of using stamina. If that's the case, there's no such thing as 'integrating' it or not."
"I see… For you, Rokushiki is already a unified whole, so there's nothing to integrate." Whitebeard laughed. "Gurarara… that really is impressive. No wonder you were able to learn Ryuo (Flowing Sakura) in such a short time!"
"Your Ryuo… did you learn it from the Dark King Rayleigh?"
At that moment, Izo walked over carrying a bottle of sake, his sharp gaze fixed on Liam. Behind him were the Fish-Man Lobster, the human Herman, and the Longleg Rege.
Liam waved them over to drink together. Robin also smiled and nodded to Rege, who sat down nearby.
"That's right. Got a problem with that?" Liam looked at Izo, then turned to Lobster. "I've actually got something I want to ask you later…"
Izo fell silent.
Based on the news reports, from the time Giorno arrived at the Sabaody Archipelago to when he followed Marco here, it absolutely could not have been more than a month, two months at the absolute maximum.
Even if he had found Rayleigh the very moment he arrived at Sabaody and trained until the very last second before coming to the New World,
In such a short time, he had already mastered Ryuo, a technique that even in the land of samurai, only a handful of elites could use?!
Liam had no idea just how shocked Izo was.
Nor did he know that Izo couldn't help but compare him to the legendary Kozuki Oden.
Meanwhile, Liam pulled the Fish-Man Lobster over, curiously asking him about something…
(End Of This Chapter)