Pirate General Smoke

Qolacol Mihawk saw that Smoker didn't have a knife, so he casually put the unparalleled sharp knife, black knife, and night back behind him, and then walked past Smoker without saying a word, heading towards the outside of the island. leave.

“…”

Smoker didn't expect that he would be so ignored by the other party. He was originally thinking about how to say hello and what to say later, but now it seems...it seems meaningless. People don't like to talk to him.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, he suddenly stopped Mihawk, who had his back turned to him.

Mihawk stopped and looked back silently, but he still seemed to have no interest in talking to him, which made Smoker a little depressed. Although he was not a swordsman, he had learned some lessons from Master Kenshin.

In fact, he didn't know why he stopped Mihawk. Maybe it was just because he felt that something was wrong if he finally met a big boss and didn't have anything to do with him.

"Then what... have you eaten?" Smoker choked out.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue seemed to freeze instantly, and Mihawk's expression was clearly stunned for a moment, but he immediately turned around and ignored him and continued to leave.

But I don’t know if it’s Smog’s illusion, but I always feel that Mihawk’s steps seem to be a little faster...

"Hey, do you want to know a swordsman who can rival you?" Smoker shouted.

As expected, these words once again stopped Mihawk in his tracks. He turned around, looked at Smoker's whole body, and then asked: "Do you want to talk about yourself?"

"..." Smoker wanted to say yes, but he was worried that once he agreed, Mihawk would just draw his sword and slash at him, so he wisely shook his head to express that it was not him.

Unexpectedly, when he shook his head, Mihawk's sword eyebrows furrowed. He felt that he had been tricked by this white-headed boy, so he was considering whether to kill him before leaving.

On the other side, Smoker saw Mihawk with a cold look in his eagle eyes, and knew that the other party had misunderstood. He secretly said, "It's not me, but I know a swordsman who is as strong as you. He I will definitely become your opponent.”

Hawkeye smiled: "You know how strong I am."

"This..." Smog couldn't answer this question. Do you want to tell Mihawk that I know how strong you will be in the future? No, I know how strong you will be in the future. After all, the original work of the past life There are no scenes of Hawkeye fighting at full strength.

In the end, he could only reply: "Anyway, I know that man is a powerful swordsman."

"Swordsman, among the corpses behind you is a swordsman." Mihawk glanced behind Smoker and said, "Swordsmen, although they are not many in the Grand Line, they are not few either."

The reason why he said this to Smoker was because he himself didn't know what to do next, and maybe this guy really knew a good opponent.

"In short, the person I know is definitely no weaker than you." Smoker was really at a loss for words. He really didn't understand these things like Eagle Eye, but he was very confident in the person he wanted to tell.

Mihawk said casually: "Tell me about it."

"I believe you must have heard of Shanks from the red-haired pirates." Smoker said directly, and then smiled in his heart, this person is not your future opponent.

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Ke recalled things about Shanks and found that he might be a good opponent. Now he had a good impression of Smoker: "Why are you telling me this?"

"..." These words shocked Smoker again. Why should he tell the truth? Is it because he can look familiar in front of you? This is too cheap.

Seeing that he was silent, Mihawk turned around and left without caring. He now had a target to go to, so he didn't want to waste any more time. He hoped that red-haired Shanks wouldn't let himself down too much.

Smoker looked at Mihawk's back, opened his mouth but fell silent. They knew each other and exchanged a few words. This was enough. When they meet next time, at least they are familiar with each other, right?

But why, I always feel like something is missing...

At this moment, Mihawk, who had walked some distance, suddenly turned his head and asked: "Navy, what is your name?"

"Navy" how did he know... Then Smoker looked down at his white shirt and suddenly realized that the word "justice" behind him showed that he was a navy.

"Smog"

Only then did he realize that something was missing. It turned out that he hadn't introduced himself yet. He knew Mihawk's name was normal, but Mihawk didn't know his name.

Familiar, familiar, even if you don’t know the name, what’s the point of being familiar?

"Ah."

Mihawk nodded and left with the black knife on his back.

"Hey, it's time for me to leave." Smoker shook his head and rode on his smoke motorcycle again. But as soon as he released the smoke and entered the car, he suddenly remembered what Mihawk said before.

"One of those corpses is a swordsman. Since he is a swordsman, the sword he uses must not be too rubbish."

Thinking of this, Smoker immediately got out of the car, stepped on the bloody ground, and looked around at the corpses. Soon he found a corpse whose clothing was incompatible with the other minions.

There was an unsheathed long knife lying next to him, but the blade was covered with blood and soil, so it was hard to see the quality. However, it didn't matter. Smoker picked it up and shook it casually. Gently shake off the sludge on top.

"What a nice view"

Smoker raised the blade to see more clearly. Unexpectedly, under the sunlight, the obviously curved blade shone brightly, especially the blade with many crescent-shaped blade patterns, and the blade length was about Eighty centimeters, giving people an elegant beauty.

However, he is not a professional swordsman, so he cannot tell the specific identity of this sword, but judging from Mihawk's disdain for it, it should not be an unparalleled sword.

"But it shouldn't be an ordinary sword. It's probably one of the best swords." Smoker thought to himself, and then directly pulled off the hilt of the sword from the waist of the swordsman who had just died. People are dead, and they still need such a good sword. what to do

He casually inserted the blade of the knife into the handle. Since he had no rope, he directly released some smoke, condensed it into a two-centimeter-wide smoke rope, and tied the long knife behind his back: "When I see Dasqi next time, let her see this What kind of knife is it?"

As the smoke motorcycle under him made a low roar, Smoker's figure quickly moved away from the desert island. He wanted to feel the North Sea quickly, but half an hour later, he turned back again, because he suddenly One thing comes to mind.

"They should have record pointers on them...no need to spend money to buy them."