Watching Roger's Execution at the Start of My Life as a Pirate

Ever since Atlas had shared a few thoughts on smoke with Smoker, Smoker had stopped developing his Devil Fruit Ability solely through Hand-to-Hand Combat. He focused more on the smoke's inherent properties, trying to make it as deadly as possible.

"What the hell is this? Entertainment for yours truly? Hahaha! Urgh—!"

One pirate was laughing it off when something suddenly clogged his throat. His face turned crimson. Incomprehensible whimpers escaped his mouth as he clawed at his thick neck.

The smoke was Smoker's creation. It could turn soft or hard at his will. Once the pirates inhaled it, it solidified rapidly, plugging every opening it found. There was nowhere it couldn't reach!

"Shit! Everyone, hold your breath! Don't inhale the smoke!"

Most of the pirates were smart enough to catch on quickly.

"Pointless. Even if you stop breathing, my smoke can enter through any opening exposed to the air. Holding your breath only delays your death a little!"

Smoker's cigar-clenched face appeared above the vast cloud of smoke on the roof.

"Kyros, I'm leaving the killing to you!"

"Got it! Five of you, guard the perimeter. Everyone else, come in with me!"

Kyros shouted his orders.

Though the smoke filled the tavern, it clung tightly to the pirates, and its outer layer had hardened. No one could break through it anytime soon. All Smoker had to do was open a passage for the marines outside and guide them once they were in. Picking off the pirates would be easy.

"Aaah!"

"What the hell? Damn it, we can't see where those marines are moving! At this rate, they'll kill us before we even suffocate!"

A handful of pirates had a rough grasp of Armament Haki, but not one had awakened Observation Haki. Otherwise, they would never have been so helpless.

Slash!