Ryuma walked down the streets of Loguetown, feeling so unfamiliar with everything around him. Yet, he distinctly felt a sense of familiarity, which made him feel strange. He didn't know whether he was a modern person or an ancient person.
After a while, Ryuma saw several Marines in the distance.
Those Marines were directly putting up posters on the walls.
Ryuma slowly walked over and took a look.
Thankfully, there was no wanted poster of him.
After all, Ryuma didn't have a wanted poster yet. He hadn't declared himself a pirate or done anything outrageous, so the World Government wouldn't be so extreme.
After a while, Ryuma saw a man with a cigarette in his mouth.
No, to be precise, it should be a cigar.
After smelling the scent of smoke, Ryuma trembled. After all, he used to smoke in his previous life. The smell of smoke felt familiar.
He patted his neck forcefully, thinking to himself that there was tobacco in the world of One Piece. How could he have forgotten to buy some cigarettes?
But he didn't know where to buy them, so he rolled his eyes and thought, since he was here, he might as well ask this man for some.
"Hello there."
Ryuma smiled and walked over, gently patting the guy on the shoulder. He said directly to him, "I want a cigarette. Could you give me one?"
The man turned around with a disdainful expression. At that moment, he finally saw the man's true face. He was stunned for a moment.
He couldn't believe that this guy was Smoker!
"How could it be him? According to common sense, shouldn't he just be a kid now? How could he be so big?"
Ryuma thought to himself. At this time, he quickly shook his head. Perhaps this world was just a parallel space. There was no need to think so much. After all, he had already come to this world, so he might as well make the best of it.
Smoker, nicknamed "White Hunter," was a Marine Vice Admiral of the G-5 Branch. He was a user of the Moku Moku no Mi. He was a former student of the former Marine Admiral, Zefa.
He was known as a mad dog in the Marines because he did things his own way and refused to be controlled.
Of course, he was just a small guard in Loguetown now, so no one took him seriously.
Smoker slowly took out a cigarette and handed it to Ryuma.
Ryuma looked around. It was very lively, as if they were preparing for something. He rolled his eyes and decided to ask a question he already knew the answer to, "What's going on lately? This town seems pretty lively."
Smoker looked at Ryuma like he was an idiot, "What do you think? You must be an outsider, right?"
"That's right. I came here to do business and wanted to rest my feet here... This place seems pretty lively."
Ryuma said with a smile.
Of course, he could only lie now. There was no other way.
When Ryuma finished speaking, Smoker frowned and said, "Pirate King Gol D. Roger will be executed tomorrow morning at ten o'clock in the central plaza... If you don't faint at the sight of blood, you can go and watch."
After saying that, Smoker took out a cigar and handed it to Ryuma before quickly leaving.
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