"Nani!!!"
In that instant, Smoker did not even know when the blade had appeared.
Yet its edge was pressed directly against his throat, gleaming with a cold light.
Before he could approach Austin, Mihawk had somehow already appeared beside him.
Holding Yoru in one hand, he stood proudly at Smoker's side.
The enormous brim of his hat cast a shadow over Mihawk's face, revealing only one icy, ringed eye fixed firmly on Smoker.
Though Smoker had not seen Mihawk move or draw his blade, he clearly had no intention of surrendering without a fight.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead as Smoker gritted his teeth.
For the lives of Loguetown's citizens, he could not yield here.
Smoke began to rise around him.
He intended to use the elemental properties of his Logia Type Devil Fruit ability to pass directly through the black blade blocking his path.
"I will never allow... you people to run wild in Loguetown!!!"
"What a pitiful weakling..."
Faced with Smoker's elementalization, which he believed would work, Mihawk remained expressionless and casually flicked the black blade in his hand as though playing around.
Splat...
As if unable to believe it, Smoker's rushing body abruptly came to a halt.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared in disbelief at the Seastone jitte in his hand, now broken in two, before blood suddenly sprayed out.
A long but shallow slash had opened across his chest, blood pouring from it as Smoker was sent flying backward.
His face darkened as he turned into smoke again to lessen the impact, then drove the remaining half of his jitte into the ground to steady himself.
At the same time, he grimly looked toward the aloof figure holding the black greatsword and met those cold, mysterious eyes.
"A Logia Type