One Piece Talent System

The first half of the great route.

an island.

In a noodle shop, a blind man wearing a purple cloak and a black belt is sitting on a wooden bench and eating noodles, with a wooden walking stick beside him and his feet on wooden sandals. He doesn't look sloppy, but he doesn't Bright and unremarkable.

There is no doubt about his identity, it is precisely under the circumstance that the historical trajectory has not been changed, Fujitora, who will participate in the world conscription in a few years and be promoted to the general general in a few years, smiled.

Today is the seventeenth year of the Great Pirate Era, and it is very close to the eighteenth year of the Great Pirate Era. Luffy went to sea in the twenty-two years of the Great Pirate Era, and Ace went to sea in the nineteenth year.

"Bill, please."

After Fujitora ate all the noodles, only the bottom of the bowl was left in the noodle soup. Then he stood up, and slowly took out a banknote from his pocket. After groping for a while, after judging the face value of the banknote, he put the banknote in. Handed it to the owner of the noodle shop.

The boss smiled and gave Fujitora change, handed it to Fujitora, and said:

"Come on, take it and walk slowly."

Fujitora has been eating noodles with him for ten days, and he is a frequent visitor in a short period of time.

Fujitora smiled honestly, put the change in his pocket, and touched the ground with a wooden stick, slowly walked out of the noodle shop, and walked slowly along the side of the street.

However.

Just when he walked into a somewhat remote and dark street, a dozen people suddenly came out from all directions and surrounded him in the middle.

Fujitora's expression didn't change, and he continued to walk forward calmly. The wooden stick touched the ground little by little, and finally touched a person's foot.

He touched the back of his head and said apologetically:

"I'm very sorry, the old man is blind, can you give it a little?"

"sure."

The man opened his mouth lightly, but with an evil smile on his face, while stepping aside, he raised his foot and stumbled on Fujitora's leg.

However, Fujitora walked normally, but as if he saw it, he just crossed over.

The man was slightly surprised, but with a random smile, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Fujitora's shoulders, and hung it on Fujitora's body as if he was hooking his shoulders on his back, saying:

"I said, if I remember correctly, you won a lot at the casino this month, right? You're really lucky."

Although Fujitora didn't go to the casino every day, he went to the casino more than a dozen times in more than a month, and although he didn't win a lot every time, he always left after winning a part, but because of the many times. , it is normal to be stared at.

"Yeah, luck is really good during this time."

Fujitora touched the back of his head and smiled, but was not angry at the other party's rude behavior.

The more than ten people with fierce faces next to them all looked at each other and smiled, looking at Fujitora with a bit of fire in their eyes.

Usually they don't just find someone to start with, and they naturally have to ask carefully before starting.

After some inquiries, their eyes were locked on Fujitora. In their eyes, a blind man like Fujitora, who can't see, has no influence, and a loner guy is simply fat. sheep!

"Hey hey, yes."

The man who was holding Fujitora's shoulders in a condescending manner, slowly let go of his arm, and his other hand suddenly grabbed Fujitora's collar, saying, "So, our luck is also very good."

"I can't see anymore. If the leg is broken again, it will be really miserable, so to avoid this situation, how about paying a little Bailey in exchange for your leg?"

The person next to him grinned and pulled out a saber with a clang, deliberately letting Fujitora hear the sound.

Fujitora's expression didn't change, but his head sank slightly.

"It's a blessing not to look at things. There are too many filthy and despicable people in this world..."

hum!

Almost in an instant, a strange force swayed away, and the young man holding his collar suddenly changed his face. He only felt that a force of gravity was suddenly pressing on him. The whole person seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain, and his bones were cracking. Clicking.

Horrified and inexplicable, he pulled Fujitora's collar with all his might, but he was still unable to resist the force. There were cracks on the ground under his feet, and the whole person was crushed to the ground. Can't do it.

The more than a dozen people next to him didn't feel anything unusual. When they noticed that their partner fell, they thought he was teasing Fujitora. It was not until they found that blood spilled from the other party's mouth that they realized that something was wrong.

"Hey!"

"Cotto? What's wrong with you? You're acting too much!"

Under the shock of a group of people, their faces finally changed, and they pulled out their weapons.

"What did you do?!"

Someone looked at Fujitora vigilantly and asked in a stern voice at Fujitora.

Fujitora didn't answer, but leaned on a wooden stick, tapped the ground with it, walked forward, and stepped over the fallen murderer.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the people next to him changed, and someone's eyes flashed fiercely. The musket aimed at Fujitora's head and shot violently.

boom!

A bullet shot out and shot at Fujitora's head.

but.

What was shocking was that the bullet suddenly slowed down when it reached the area one foot around Fujitora, as if it had been subjected to some terrifying force and could no longer move forward, and finally fell to the ground with a clang. .

Fujitora stopped, he slowly picked up the wooden stick and held one end of the wooden stick.

"This...what the hell is going on here?"

"What did that guy do?!"

Seeing that the bullet was actually fixed and then dropped, everyone showed a shocked expression, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.

And just when their hearts were shaking and they didn't know whether they should continue to strike, clear footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

tread! tread! tread!

This is the sound of clogs stepping on the stone path.

At the end of the street, a figure walked over slowly, wrapped in a black cloak and wearing wooden sandals, his appearance was not sloppy, but he was not handsome.

"The brain is a good thing."

Ross came over slowly, glanced flatly at the murderer who was overwhelmed on the ground, and the more than ten people around who were holding fire guns and swords, and said, "But you will be gone soon."

Hearing Ross's words, the eyes of more than ten people present shifted, and they all had a bit of cold sweat on their foreheads. When they saw Ross's appearance, one of them's face changed drastically.

"You...are you..."

There was a look of horror on his face, and even if Fujitora stopped the bullet, he didn't show such an expression. Not only was the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, but his entire back was shivering with chills.

The people next to them reacted a beat slower, but after they reacted, their faces changed drastically, and they all took a breath of cold air, only to feel that their legs and feet became weak for a while.

"Ghost... ghost hand..."

Someone said the name with a trembling voice, and the whole person sat on the ground.

Great route.

Fifth Emperor!