Cross Guild

On a large sofa sat two imposing men with who appeared to be a clown between them. To the left was none other than the most skilled swordsman in the world— Dracule Mihawk. On the far right sat the Desert King, Sir Crocodile.

Crocodile held the clown by his long, cerulean hair. Buggy was frantic, sputtering and attempting to break free of the stronger man’s grasp. “Wait a minute! L-let me go!”

“Cross Guild was originally founded by Hawkeye and I. Why are you the boss? Hmm, Buggy?” Crocodile gripped the clown’s locks tighter. Mihawk gave the two a passing glance, preferring not to get involved.