Buggy's fury escalates to a whole new level, reaching a boiling point as he catches sight of me succumbing to an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Zoro's presence seems to vanish into thin air as Buggy disregards him entirely, his focus narrowing down solely on me. Slowly, deliberately, he starts to advance in my direction, his voice trembling with anger as he growls, "That's it! You're going to be the first to die, you little brat!"

His words echo around us as he suddenly propels himself forward, a tornado of rage and menace. In his left hand, a curious arrangement of four daggers clutched between his fingers, while his right hand holds just one. It's an unusual way to grip a weapon, but undeniably intriguing. "Come here, girl! I'm going to tear you apart!" His voice reverberates with his wild intent as he unleashes a fierce swing from the dagger held in his right hand.

Amidst the intensity of the moment, a sudden cry pierces the air. The orange-haired girl's voice rings out, laden with surprise and concern, causing her pupils to dilate in shock. "Watch out!"

Oddly enough, I find myself devoid of any surprise, almost as if I had been expecting this precise turn of events. Without hesitation, I swiftly seize my katana, gripping it firmly with my left hand, and execute a quick, subtle motion to slightly unsheath the blade. Capitalizing on the built-up energy, I intercept his incoming assault with precision, utilizing the open edge of my katana to halt his dagger's advance. The clash of metal against metal resounds like a battle cry, marking the collision of our wills in this tense standoff.

Buggy's demeanor reveals his anticipation of my defensive move, his buggy-like form almost a mischievous grin, as he readies himself to unleash his attack. With a flourish, he propels his left arm downwards, the four gleaming daggers nestled between his fingers aimed at their intended target. His voice echoes through the battle area, a fierce proclamation of his intent, "Die!!"

In a swift response, I instinctively react, my right hand moving with precision as my open palm collides with his chest. The impact is palpable, a forceful strike that sends him staggering back, just enough to disrupt his aim and cause the daggers to sail harmlessly over my head.

Seizing the moment, I capitalize on his unbalanced posture. His left arm, still following the trajectory of its initial swing, becomes my anchor. With a calculated move, I grasp his elbow, employing the element of surprise as I pull him closer. My left hand, which firmly holds the hilt of my katana, becomes a weapon of its own as I strike his chest once again, this time with the unyielding force of the sword's hilt. The collision doesn't halt his momentum; instead, it propels him forward, and he crashes onto the unforgiving floor with a resounding impact.

Amidst the tumultuous clash, even Luffy's uncontainable amazement finds a voice. His jubilant laughter rings out like a melody, a testament to his unshakable faith in my strength, "Hahaha, see, I knew you were strong!" His enthusiasm knows no bounds, his head swaying in a dance of excitement, "That's exactly why you're part of my extraordinary crew!"

Similar to Luffy's reaction, Zoro's eyes widen in a mixture of astonishment and surprise. He lets out a low whistle, his lips curving into a grin as he regards the unfolding scene. "Well, well, seems like we've got some hidden talent here," Zoro remarks, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. His gaze flickers to Buggy, who's in the process of raising himself off the ground.

Amongst the crew of Buggy, a collective gasp echoes through the air as each lackey's face contorts with a mix of shock and disbelief. One of them can't help but burst out, "Did you guys see that? Captain Buggy just got pushed back by that little girl!" His tone is incredulous, the words almost sounding like he's trying to convince himself that what he saw was real. Another lackey chimes in, his voice tinged with amazement, "I never thought I'd witness something like this. Seriously, how strong is that little girl?"

Leaning against a barrel, I let out a wry chuckle. "Well, color me disappointed. I was hoping for a bit more of a challenge from the infamous Buggy the Clown." With a nonchalant shrug, I pivot on my heel and start making my way over to where Luffy and Zoro are standing. My eyes meet Zoro's, and I can't resist a playful smirk. "Zoro, I think this is your time to shine. I have a feeling you've been itching for a chance to slice and dice our clown friend here," I jest, giving him a knowing look.

"I have no interest in him," Zoro remarked with a calm demeanor, his arms casually crossed as his gaze rested on me. He paused momentarily before adding, "Finish what you've started, we need to get Luffy out of that cage."

Buggy, thoroughly entertained by the situation, couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes shifting from me to Zoro as he adopted a mocking expression. "The infamous pirate hunter Zoro is afraid to go into battle?" he mused aloud, a hint of amusement in his tone. He shifted his attention back to me, his smirk growing as he continued, "Who would've thought? Even though killing you will be a nice feather in my cap." His words dripped with a sense of taunting.

A flash of irritation crossed Zoro's face at Buggy's mockery, and he wasted no time in responding with a mockery of his own. "Back off before I pluck all your feathers," he retorted sharply, the subtle threat lacing his words. His swift action followed suit as he unsheathed all three of his swords – one in his mouth, the other two firmly gripped in his right and left hands. With a touch of sarcasm, he added, "I gave up pirate hunting, but I'll make an exception just for you. Feel honored." The challenge was evident in his stance and words.

"Give me all you've got, pirate hunter!" Buggy's voice booms with an edge of excitement, his eyes narrowing as he locks onto Zoro. "Cause I'm about to get a look at your blood!" He charges forward, his unseemly grin stretched wide across his face, and his absurdly long tongue lolling out in a grotesque display.

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"You ask for it!" Zoro's response is laced with a calm confidence, his words carrying an air of readiness. As Buggy hurtles towards him, Zoro fluidly shifts his stance, his three swords gleaming as they catch the sunlight. In one swift, masterful motion, Zoro executes a series of slashes that cut through the air with precision, and before anyone can truly comprehend what just happened, Buggy is severed into two distinct halves at his waist. His right arm and leg fall away with an almost surreal detachment.

"Huh?" I find myself uttering the word, my eyes widening in disbelief at the rapid and brutal conclusion to the fight. It all seems too swift, almost unnaturally so, leaving a slightly disconcerting feeling in the pit of my stomach. The Buggy I faced earlier didn't exude this level of vulnerability.

"Hey, that was too easy!" Luffy chimes in, his voice echoing my own astonishment. His mouth hangs open in an expression of sheer amazement, mirroring my sentiments. Meanwhile, Buggy's loyal lackeys, their loyalty perhaps overshadowed by their confusion, begin to release an odd chorus of laughter that rings out like an eerie melody amidst the chaos.

Zoro's frustration is evident as he utters a disdainful, "HMPH! That was almost disappointing!" His gaze sweeps over the still laughing lackeys, clearly unimpressed by their antics.

Caught up in his irritation, he abruptly shifts his attention as a series of frantic cries pierce the air. "Hey! You guys get me out of here!" The urgency in the voice pulls his focus away from the lackeys to the distressed Luffy.

Zoro's eyes briefly flicker towards Luffy, his expression softening just a tad as he mumbles, "Right." His loyalty to his friend outweighs his annoyance, after all.

Meanwhile, my mind is reeling with confusion, trying to make sense of the bizarre situation that's unfolding. There are so many strange elements at play here. First, those pirates seem utterly unaffected by the fact that their captain was just killed before their eyes. It's beyond surreal. And then there's Buggy, or what's left of him. Despite being chopped up, he's not losing a drop of blood. It's all just a bit too peculiar for my taste.

Unable to hold back my skepticism, I retort, "Very funny, now hand over the keys to this cage before I get cranky." It's my way of expressing that I'm not buying into this odd display.

As if on cue, Buggy's severed arm hurtles through the air, aiming straight for Zoro's abdomen. The accuracy is chilling, and before anyone can react, Zoro is impaled by the deadly projectile. "Zoro!" Luffy's anguished cry resonates through the chaotic scene.

A sense of shock reverberates through us all. "What the!?" The orange-haired girl's exclamation mirrors the thoughts racing through my mind. Buggy's lackeys, seemingly fueled by the grotesque turn of events, only amplify their laughter, reaching an even higher crescendo. It's as if the absurdity of the situation has taken on a life of its own.

Zoro's hand moved swiftly to grasp the knife embedded in his abdomen, the crimson tide of blood flowing from the wound as his face contorted in grim determination. The orange-haired girl's voice pierced the air, her shock and confusion evident as she exclaimed, "What in the world is happening!?" The scene was so bizarre that even I found myself taken aback by the unfolding spectacle.

Her wide eyes locked onto the surreal sight before her, and she continued with a mixture of disbelief and fascination, "Look at that! The hand is actually floating!" Her gaze remained fixed, an almost hypnotic quality to her expression that mirrored the enchantment of the strange occurrence.

In an almost miraculous twist, Buggy, who had been sliced into pieces, began to piece himself back together right behind Zoro. With a triumphant cry, he proclaimed, "Behold the power of the Chop Chop Fruit!" The fragments of his body realigned and fused seamlessly, an astonishing display of his unique ability. "I consumed a devil fruit that granted me this ability. You can dice and slice me, but death won't claim me! I am the Chop Chop Man!" His voice rang out with unyielding confidence.

Suddenly, a memory resurfaced within me, pieces of information that fell into place like a puzzle. I recalled the conversations between Zoro, me, and those underlings we had encountered before. They had mentioned that Buggy had devoured a devil fruit, but the specifics had remained elusive until now.

As the situation escalates beyond control, my steps instinctively move forward, blade held in a poised position. With a mixture of concern and reproach, I address Zoro, "Zoro, I can't help but be astonished by your lapse in vigilance." My voice resonates as I approach him steadily. "Yet, in the grand scheme of things, I too have found these circumstances quite incredulous. The concept of devil fruits was something that only recently came to my attention," I explain, my tone taking on a contemplative quality.

Zoro's response is swift, his determination apparent even through the pain he's enduring. "Don't underestimate me. I'm not out of this fight yet," he retorts, his grip on his abdomen betraying the strain he's under.

The situation takes an unexpected turn as Buggy's mocking laughter fills the air, his taunts aimed squarely at me. "Hahaha! You're next on the list, little girl," he jeers, pointing his blade in my direction. But just as tension mounts, another voice pierces through the cacophony, disrupting the malevolent amusement. "Captain Buggy, allow me to deal with the young lady," the newcomer declares confidently.

Turning my gaze toward the source of the interruption, I'm met with the sight of an individual who bears a striking resemblance to his captain. In his grasp are daggers, their glint catching the dim light, and a curious smile graces his lips. He steps forward with an air of determination, a controlled purpose in his movements. "This girl had the audacity to find amusement in your expense," he observes, his voice dripping with intrigue. "Allow me to address this matter personally." His words hang in the air as he continues his deliberate approach.

(I've chosen to introduce my original villain character into the story. I believe this addition will enhance the intrigue and entertainment, shifting the focus away from the main character being a third wheel.)