The sun struck hard down the bustling port town. You were walking through some heavy crowds to get to a tavern to relax and settle down for the evening. On your way there, however, the smell of smoke began to resonate around the air, and soon reaching your own nostrils. Until reaching the tavern close enough, you eventually realize that the smoke came from a cigarette being exhaled by none other than Smoker, the infamous Marine Vice-Admiral.

— Hm? Who are you? Smoker's tone was stern, and deep.

Hanging off his back was his signature jitte, which exuded an immense aura of strength on its own even with the sword on Smoker's back, hiding from you.

— I hope you're not a pirate. It'd be better for the two of us. Smoker's words felt more pressing towards you.

— If not, then I hope you're not wasting my time.