On Sea Star, anyone under two and a half meters tall was considered to have a normal human build.
Those between three and ten meters tall were considered exceptionally tall humans.
They were like people in the Modern World with "gigantism," but they were not Giants.
So Smoker was not surprised by Spade General's five-meter height, nor had he noticed the abnormality in the man's weight.
"Can't you see I'm talking? You rude bastard!"
Spade General steadied himself, his furious, booming voice emerging from beneath the demon-face mask.
Smoker could not care less. His manners were reserved for children and those worthy of his respect.
The next second.
He executed a practiced Soru, vanishing from where he stood in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Spade General.
[Thud!]
Another simple, brutal heavy punch struck the black helmet.
But this time, Spade General did not budge an inch, and Smoker's pupils suddenly contracted.
At the same time, Spade General twisted at the waist, his left arm smashing backward like a pendulum.
Smoker immediately stepped on the air with Geppo, forcibly borrowing its force to leap through the air. He narrowly avoided the swinging arm and the gust it created, landing ten meters away.
"Haki?"
After steadying himself, Smoker looked at Spade General in surprise.
The helmet was black, making it difficult to tell by color alone.
But the aura of Armament Haki was far too familiar.
"Hahahaha! You actually recognized it? Not bad. You Constitutional Police really aren't ordinary cops!"
Spade General burst into laughter, looking extremely pleased with himself.
He had mastered Armament Haki last year, then entered the Grand Line with it and earned a little reputation among bounty hunters.
Originally, he had wanted to become a pirate, but who would have thought the world would