The next day, on the Rocks Pirates' ship.
The warmth of the banquet had not yet faded.
Within the Rocks Pirates, the crew had gained another topic of conversation.
Commander Bob was not only incredibly strong but also had an astonishing appetite, able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
In the hearts of these pirates, his status had risen to a new height. From this, he officially earned a nickna.
"Monster!"
But compared to the joy of these pirates, one person involved was not so happy.
After passing out, Kaido was carried back.
When he woke up, he found that the sun outside was almost setting.
Touching his stomach, Kaido realized he had lost completely.
Because Kaido's mory only stayed at the mont of drinking with Bob, and he knew nothing about what happened afterward.
But what was certain was that Kaido was still drinking before he fell.
In fact, after Bob drank Kaido under the table, he continued drinking with Whitebeard and others for quite so ti.
It wasn't until the entire dining hall was knocked out that Bob, feeling bored, finally stopped.
Kaido thought not only was he no match for Bob in strength, but even his pride in eating and drinking had been utterly defeated.
Unable to contain his anger, he punched the wall, perfectly embodying the phrase "roaring in helplessness."
At dusk, Bob was sitting atop the mast of the Rocks Pirates' ship, enjoying the sea breeze and the sunset.
The top of the mast had always been Bob's exclusive seat. Almost every day at this ti, the idle Bob would enjoy the sunset.
When the banquet ended yesterday, Bob noticed a change in himself.
The wounds left by Golden Lion's attack had completely healed overnight. His bronze skin showed no trace of any marks.
It wasn't hard to imagine that this was the result of yesterday's feast.
And this was what surprised Bob. He never expected the Saitama physique to have this function.
After being injured, continuous eating could actually speed up healing. No wonder he could eat so much. Considering the special nature of at and plants in the pirate world, it seed quite reasonable.
Moreover, a strong physique and intense consumption naturally required an equivalent amount of food to offset.
Just as Bob was enjoying the scenery, Whitebeard had sohow sat down beside him.
"The view here is really nice no wonder you co here every day!"
Whitebeard looked at the huge setting sun, its fiery red light shining on the sea, as if sprinkling a piece of brilliance.
"Hahaha!"
Bob laughed in response.
"If you like it, you can co up here every day!"
"Gurarara! I think I'll pass!"
Whitebeard's signature laugh rang out, rejecting the proposal.
"I never expected you not only eat a lot but also to drink so much. I always thought you were about the sa as !"
"Hahaha! Do you want to know why?"
Bob blinked, his mouth curving into a smile as he replied. He turned his gaze from the sunset to look at Whitebeard.
"Oh!"
"Tell quickly!"
Hearing this, Whitebeard was montarily stunned. He had no interest in other people's secrets. But he was very curious about Bob's "thousand cups without getting drunk."
He imdiately leaned his ear closer to Bob, afraid he might miss sothing.
"Because... because I'm a monster!"
"Hahaha!"
Bob paused, pondered for a mont, and then burst into laughter.
Whitebeard knew Bob was just joking with him.
He swung his fist towards Bob.
But when it landed on Bob, it was just a light tap.
Looking at Whitebeard, Bob smiled.
However, he noticed that Whitebeard looked unusually lancholic, lacking his usual bold and cheerful deanor.
It seed sothing was weighing on his mind, so Bob spoke up slowly.
"What's wrong? If there's sothing on your mind, just say it!"
Whitebeard remained silent for a mont before finally speaking.
"Bob, I originally thought that after joining the Rocks Pirates, I would have my own family. But on this ship, loyalty ans nothing to them."
Forget about family! On the Rocks Pirates, even the most basic friendship is nonexistent.
Over a bit of treasure or a minor conflict, these people would fight to the death, aiming to kill each other.
On the surface, it seems like we're all part of the sa pirate crew.
But in reality, we're just using each other.
Like Whitebeard, Bob also felt no sense of belonging on this ship.
After speaking his mind, Whitebeard felt much lighter.
"Honestly, if I had known the ship would be like this, I wouldn't have boarded it in the first place!"
"I wonder how much longer this road will go on!"
"It won't be long!"
Bob thought about the outco of the Rocks Pirates in the God Valley battle. After that, Whitebeard ford his own pirate crew. That must be what he truly wanted!
"Gurarararara!"
"Who knows!"
Whitebeard laughed heartily and patted Bob on the shoulder.
Suddenly, Bob stood up and punched Whitebeard's arm.
He chuckled and scolded, "Don't worry, you've still got on this ship!"
Understanding the underlying ssage in Bob's words, Whitebeard smiled knowingly.
With a friend by his side, he wasn't alone.
On this ship, Bob was the only person Whitebeard felt he could truly connect with.
"Gurarararara! Then you better keep up with on this road, don't fall behind!"
"What are you talking about? I'm the one walking ahead you should speed up!"
"Then let's see who can walk faster!"
Whitebeard extended his fist towards Bob, and Bob did the sa.
Under the setting sun, their fists t in a firm bump.
"It's a deal!"
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