The first half of the Grand Line.
On an island.
In a noodle shop, a blind man wearing a purple cloak and a black belt was sitting on a wooden stool and eating noodles. Beside him was a wooden cane and he was wearing wooden clogs. He did not look sloppy, but he was not glamorous either. He was inconspicuous.
There is no doubt that his identity is Fujitor Issho, who will participate in the world conscription in a few years and will be promoted to Admiral as long as the historical trajectory is not changed.
Now it is September of the 17th year of the Great Age of Pirates, and it is very close to the 18th year of the Great Age of Pirates. Luffy went to sea in the 22nd year of the Great Age of Pirates, and Ace went to sea in the 19th year.
"Check out."
After Fujitor ate up the noodles and drank the noodle soup until only the bottom of the bowl was left. Then he stood up and slowly took out a note from his pocket. After feeling it twice and judging the face value of the note, he handed the note to the owner of the noodle shop.
The boss smiled and gave Fujitor the change and handed it to Fujitor's hand, saying:
"Come on, take it, take care."
Fujitor has been eating noodles here for more than ten days, and he is a frequent visitor in the short term.
Fujitor smiled and put the change in his pocket, took the wooden cane on the ground, slowly walked out of the noodle shop and walked slowly along the side of the street.
However.
Just as he walked to a somewhat remote and dark street, suddenly a dozen people came out from all directions and surrounded him in the middle.
Fujitor's face did not change and he continued to walk forward calmly. The wooden cane 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, this old man can't see things, can you let me go a little?"
"Of course."
The man spoke slowly, but with an evil smile on his face, he raised his foot to trip Fujitor's leg while stepping aside.
However, Fujitor walked normally as if he had seen it and just passed by.
The man was slightly surprised, but he smiled casually and suddenly reached out and grabbed Fujitor's shoulder and hung on Fujitor's body, saying:
"I say, if I remember correctly, you have won a lot in the casino this month, haven't you? My luck is really good. "
Although Fujitor didn't go to the casino every day, he had been there at least a dozen times in more than a month. Although he didn't win much each time and left after winning a fixed amount, it was normal for him to be targeted because of the number of times he went there.
"Yeah, my luck has been pretty good recently."
Fujitor scratched the back of his head and smiled. He was not angered by the other party's rude behavior.
The dozen or so people with fierce expressions on their faces looked at each other and smiled. They looked at Fujitor with a fiery gaze.
Normally, they wouldn't just randomly find someone to attack. Naturally, they would ask around before doing anything.
After probing around, their gazes locked onto Fujitor. In their eyes, Fujitor was a blind man who could not see and did not have any influence. He was a lone wolf. He was simply a fat sheep that they could not say anything about!
"Hehehe, is that so?"
The man who was holding Fujitor's shoulder slowly let go of his arm and suddenly grabbed Fujitor's collar with his other hand and said: "So, our luck is also very good."
"You can't see your eyes. If your legs are broken, it will be really miserable. So to avoid this situation, how about paying a little Berry in exchange for your legs?"
A man next to him grinned and pulled out a knife with a clang, deliberately making the sound heard by Fujitor.
Fujitor's face remained unchanged, but his head sank slightly.
"It's a good thing that my eyes can't see. There are too many filthy and lowly people in this world that I can't bear to look at."
Buzz!
Almost in an instant, a strange force swayed and the young man who grabbed his collar suddenly changed his face. He only felt that a gravity suddenly pressed on his body. The whole person seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain and his bones were cracking.
In horror, he pulled Fujitor's collar hard, but he still couldn't resist the force. The ground under his feet showed signs of cracking, and the whole person was pressed to the ground, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he couldn't even struggle.
More than a dozen people next to him didn't feel anything unusual. When they noticed that their companion fell, they thought he was teasing Fujitor. It wasn't until they found that blood overflowed from his mouth that they found that something was wrong.
"Hey!"
"Keto? What's wrong with you? You're overacting! "
The group of people was shocked and finally their faces changed and they pulled out their weapons.
"What did you do?!"
Someone looked at Fujitor vigilantly and shouted at him, trying to sound tough but feeling weak inside.
Fujitor did not answer, but leaned on the wooden stick, pointed the wooden stick on the ground, walked forward and stepped over the fallen murderer.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the people next to him changed. Someone's eyes flashed and a gun was aimed at Fujitor's head and fired.
Boom!
A bullet burst out and shot at Fujitor's head.
But.
Shockingly, when the bullet reached the area of one foot around Fujitor, its speed suddenly slowed down, as if it had suffered some terrible force and could no longer move forward. Finally, it fell to the ground with a clang.
Fujitor's footsteps stopped. He slowly picked up the wooden staff and held one end of it.
"This … what the hell is going on?"
"What did that guy do?!"
Seeing that the bullet was fixed and then fell, everyone showed a shocked expression and their foreheads overflowed with sweat.
And just as they were shocked and didn't know whether to continue for a while, clear footsteps suddenly came from a distance.
Step! Step! Step!
This is the sound of clogs stepping on the stone path.
At the end of the street, a figure slowly walked over. He was wrapped in a black cloak and wore wooden clogs. He didn't look sloppy, but he wasn't handsome either.
"Brains are a good thing."
Ross slowly came over and glanced at the murderer who was crushed to the ground and the dozen people around him who were holding guns and swords. "But you're going to be gone soon."
Hearing Ross's words, the eyes of more than a dozen people present shifted. They all had a little cold sweat on their foreheads. When they saw Ross's appearance, one of their faces changed dramatically.
"You … are you …"
There was a look of horror on his face. Even if Fujitor fixed the bullet, he did not show such an expression. Not only was his forehead overflowing with cold sweat, but there was a chill on his back.
The people next to him reacted slowly, but after they reacted, their faces changed dramatically and they all took a breath of cold air, only to feel that their legs and feet were soft.
"Ghost … Ghost Hand …"
Someone said the name in a trembling voice and sat down on the ground.
Grand Line.
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