"As for the name, ummm..."
"Let's call him Lucy!" Luffy said with a grin, standing with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out.
"Lucy."
The soldier repeated the name as he wrote it down, then filled it in on the registration form and handed it to Luffy. "All right, the entrance is over there. Don't push yourself, old man."
"Huh?"
"I'm talking to you. Are you hard of hearing?"
Luffy froze. It wasn't until Lina tapped him on the shoulder that he remembered he was wearing a fake mustache. He hurriedly took the form. "Ah, ah, I got it."
"You're registering the contestants here, right?"
Lina casually picked up a form from the table. The soldier didn't even have time to stop him. He had only just reached out and started to ask for it back when Lina scanned the page and handed it back.
The soldier took the form. Before he could voice his displeasure at Lina's behavior, Lina spoke up:
"I'd like to enter too. My name's Allen."
"All right."
The soldier lowered his head and began filling out the form. Zoro stepped forward as well. Lina glanced at the three swords at his waist and couldn't help saying, "You're not exactly inconspicuous."
Luffy was one thing. He was a little famous, but not many people knew he was a Rubber Fruit user.
Even those who did know hadn't seen him fight in person, so they didn't know what the Rubber Fruit looked like in action.
Besides, Devil Fruits had all sorts of strange powers. The Rubber Fruit wasn't the only one that could stretch arms and legs, so people wouldn't immediately make the connection.
Zoro was different. Never mind that green hair of his—apart from Zoro, nobody had even heard of a swordsman who