The first half of the Grand Line.
A certain island.
In a noodle shop, a blind man wearing a purple cloak and a black belt was sitting on a wooden bench eating noodles. There was a wooden cane next to him and he was wearing wooden clogs. He didn't look slovenly, but he didn't look sloppy either. Glossy and unremarkable.
There is no doubt about his identity. It is Fujitora Isho who will participate in the world conscription a few years later and be promoted to general as long as the historical trajectory does not change.
It is now September of the seventeenth year of the Great Pirates Era, which is very close to the eighteenth year of the Great Pirates Era. Luffy went to sea in the twenty-second year of the Great Pirates Era, and Ace went to sea in the nineteenth year.
"Bill, please."
After Fujitora ate up the noodles, he drank the noodle soup until only the bottom of the bowl was left. Then he stood up and slowly took out a banknote from his pocket. After groping for it twice, he judged the face value of the banknote and put it in the banknote. Passed it to the noodle shop owner.
The boss smiled and gave Fujitora the change, handed it to Fujitora's hand, and said:
"Here, take it and walk slowly."
Fujitora has been eating noodles at his place for more than ten days, and he has become a frequent visitor in a short period of time.
Fujitora smiled innocently, put the change in his pocket, touched the ground with his wooden stick, walked out of the noodle shop slowly, and walked slowly along the side of the street.
However.
Just as he walked into a somewhat remote and dark street, a dozen people suddenly came out from all directions and surrounded him.
Fujitora's expression did not change at all, and he continued to walk forward calmly. The wooden stick touched the ground little by little, and finally touched a person's feet.
He touched the back of his head and said slightly apologetically:
"I'm very sorry. I'm blind, can you give me a moment?"
"sure."
The man spoke softly, but with an evil smile on his face. While getting out of the way, he raised his foot to trip Fujitora's leg.
However, Fujitora walked normally, but as if he saw it, he just passed by.
The man was slightly surprised, but he smiled randomly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Fujitora's shoulder, and hung on Fujitora's body as if he was holding his back, and said:
"I said, if I remember correctly, you won a lot in the casino this month, right? You are really lucky."
Although Fujitora doesn't go to the casino every day, he has gone at least a dozen times in more than a month. And although he doesn't win much every time, he always wins a certain amount and then leaves. , it is normal to be stared at.
"Yeah, I'm really lucky during this period."
Fujitora touched the back of his head and smiled, not angry at the other person's rude behavior.
The dozen or so people with fierce faces next to him all smiled at each other when they saw this, and their eyes looking at Fujitora were a bit fiery.
Normally, they would not just look for someone to attack. Naturally, they would have to inquire carefully before attacking.
After some inquiring, their eyes were fixed on Fujitora. In their eyes, Fujitora, a blind man who could not see, had no influence, and was a solitary guy, was nothing short of fat. sheep!
"Hehehe, that's right."
The man who was holding Fujitora's shoulders carelessly slowly let go of his arm. His other hand suddenly grabbed Fujitora's collar and said, "So, we are also very lucky."
"My eyes are no longer visible. If my leg is broken again, it will be really miserable. So in order to avoid this situation, how about paying a little Pele in exchange for your leg?"
The man next to him grinned and pulled out a saber with a clang, deliberately making the sound so that Fujitora could hear it.
Fujitora's expression remained unchanged, but his head sank slightly.
"It's a blessing not to be able to see things. There are really too many dirty and despicable people in this world that people can't bear to look at."
Buzz!
Almost instantly, a strange force swayed away. The face of the young man holding his collar suddenly changed, and he felt a sudden gravity pressing on him. His whole body seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain, and his bones cracked. Clicking sound.
Inexplicable horror, he pulled Fujitora's collar hard, but he still couldn't resist the force. There were cracks on the ground under his feet, and his whole body was pressed to the ground. Blood spilled from his mouth, and he couldn't even struggle. Can't do it.
The dozen or so people nearby didn't feel anything strange. They noticed that their companion had fallen and thought he was teasing Fujitora. It wasn't until they noticed blood spilling from Fujitora's mouth that they realized something was wrong.
"Hello!"
"Keto? What's wrong with you? You're overacting!"
A group of people were shocked, their expressions finally changed, and they all pulled out their weapons.
"What did you do?!"
Someone looked at Fujitora warily and shouted at Fujitora in a stern voice.
Fujitora did not answer. Instead, he leaned on the wooden stick and touched the ground with it. He walked forward and stepped over the murderer who fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the people around him changed. Someone's eyes flashed with a stern expression, and they aimed their muskets at Fujitora's head and fired suddenly.
boom!
A bullet burst out and hit Fujitora's head.
but.
What is shocking is that the bullet suddenly slowed down within a foot of Fujitora, as if it had endured some terrifying force and could no longer move forward. Finally, it fell to the ground with a clang. .
Fujitora stopped, slowly picked up the wooden staff and held one end of the staff.
"This... what on earth is going on?"
"What did that guy do?!"
Seeing that the bullet was actually stopped and then dropped, everyone showed a horrified expression, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.
And just when their minds were shaken and they didn't know whether they should continue to attack, the sound of clear footsteps suddenly came from a distance.
tread! tread! tread!
This is the sound of clogs on the stone path.
At the end of the street, a figure slowly walked over. He was wrapped in a black cloak and wearing wooden clogs. His appearance could not be described as slovenly, but he was not considered handsome either.
"The brain is a good thing."
Ross walked over slowly, glanced flatly at the murderer who was pressed to the ground, and the dozen or so people around him holding firecrackers and swords, and said, "But you will be gone soon."
Hearing Ross's words, the eyes of the dozen or so people present turned around, with a bit of cold sweat on their foreheads. When they saw Ross's appearance clearly, one of them's face changed drastically.
"You... are you..."
There was a look of horror on his face. Even when Fujitora immobilized the bullet, he did not show such an expression. Not only was cold sweat overflowing from his forehead, but there was also a chill down his entire spine.
The people next to him were slow to react, but after they came to their senses, their expressions changed dramatically. They all took a breath and felt their legs and feet become weak.
"Ghost... ghost hand..."
Someone read the name with a trembling tone and sat down on the ground.
The Grand Line.
The fifth emperor!