On a street two blocks from Entertainment Street, Carlos and Fujitora found a ramen shop. They picked a relatively secluded table at a stall by the entrance and ordered two bowls of ramen. Fujitora ordered Miso Ramen, while Carlos ordered Seafood Ramen.
"Mr. Issho, are you traveling?"
Before the ramen arrived, Carlos asked casually.
"Something like that. Walking around and seeing things helps one understand this world more clearly." Fujitora leaned on his cane sword and replied with a smile. He was not old yet, looking to be in his thirties, no more than forty.
"Lord Carlos, achieving such strength and making such a name for yourself at such a young age is truly remarkable."
"What a pity you became a pirate. If you could become a Marine, the world would be more peaceful..."
"You flatter me, Mr. Issho. With my background, becoming a Marine would be difficult, and I'm not particularly suited to the rules within the Marines."
"The Marines are not as just as you imagine, Mr. Issho. In my view, being a pirate is not necessarily bad—at least, that is true for pirates like me."
"Oh? I would like to hear more..."
"Mr. Issho, rather than calling my crew a pirate crew, it would be more fitting to call it an Adventure Group."
"The Divine Eye Pirates disdain the rape, plunder, murder, and arson committed by ordinary pirates."
"The Divine Eye Pirates have sufficient funds. So long as civilians do not deliberately offend us, we do not hold things against them."
"We have been at sea for about a year, yet the Divine Eye Pirates have never committed the evils of ordinary Pirate Crews. The title of pirate was merely forced upon us by the Marines."
"The Marines say we are pirates, so we are pirates..."
"Then