Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than three whole months had passed.
At this moment, Smoker was quietly staring at Tashigi before him, his eyes filled with doubt and scrutiny.
There was no other reason. He had noticed that during this period, Tashigi had frequently asked him for sick leave.
Especially over the past half month, even when she was physically present, her mind had long since drifted to Nine Heavens. She seemed distracted and utterly absent-minded!
"Tashigi, what exactly is wrong with you?"
Unable to suppress his doubts any longer, Smoker finally asked.
Normally, unless it involved official business and seriously interfered with work, he would not meddle too much in his subordinates' private affairs.
Tashigi was startled by the sudden question, her eyes darting away from Smoker's gaze in panic.
"N-No... it's nothing, sir. Maybe I've just been too tired lately."
Her voice trembled slightly. She was clearly hiding something.
Smoker frowned. He did not believe this was merely exhaustion.
"Tashigi, we've worked together for years. I can tell something is bothering you.
If you're in trouble, tell me. Maybe I can help."
Tashigi hesitated, but ultimately decided to come clean.
"Sir, actually... I've been searching for a legendary Meito recently. I heard it may have appeared nearby. I was afraid of delaying my work, but I didn't want to miss this opportunity either. That's why I've been like this."
After hearing that, Smoker fell silent for a moment.
"Searching for a Meito is your dream. I understand. But you can't let it affect your work. How about this? I'll give you a few days off. Go focus on finding that sword. But when you return, you must throw yourself into work in your best condition."
Tashigi nodded gratefully. "Thank you, sir. I'll