Kujaku's slightly excited cry drew the attention of quite a few passersby nearby, but they merely swept their eyes over the three of them before looking away.
As the foreign population in Whole Cake Island increased, the natives had long grown accustomed to outsiders making a fuss over everything.
Noticing the gazes around them, the young Smoker could not help lowering his head in embarrassment.
Although, like Kujaku, he had never seen anything as peculiar as Chocolate Town, standing beside Kujaku, who acted like a country bumpkin, made Smoker feel ashamed.
Young people were thin-skinned. They always had this strange sense of pride.
Compared with Smoker, Kujaku seemed far more innocent and natural. It was as if she had forgotten she was a "spy." The moment she arrived on the island, she was drawn in by Chocolate Town's wondrous sights and sweet delicacies, becoming somewhat absorbed in them.
Kujaku pulled a small pink pouch from her clothes. Completely ignoring Smoker and Virgo, who had come with her, she broke away from the group and rushed toward a roadside stall.
The massive influx of outsiders had also brought prosperity to Whole Cake Island's commerce and economy. After decades of "transformation" by the Big Mom Pirates, every town on the islands had its own signature dessert specialty.
The stall that had stirred Kujaku's urge to shop was run by an elderly Longarm Tribe woman of around sixty. Before the plainly dressed proprietress was an array of chocolate figurines. They were no larger than thumbs, brightly colored and rich in detail.
If not for the enticing chocolate fragrance wafting from them, it would have been hard to imagine that these exquisite little objects were actually made of chocolate.
And this old woman's stall was merely one among the countless stalls lining Chocolate Town's