Watching Roger's Execution at the Start

He had heard plenty about Atlas's terrifying feats. If she slipped up later, she might beat the crap out of him.

"Relax, relax. I'll control my strength."

Seeming to read Smoker's worries, Atlas walked over, slung an arm around his shoulders, and pushed him toward the door as she reassured him.

Base training room.

The design was uniform: metal-clad walls gave the whole room a heavy, industrial feel.

Crack! Crack!

Atlas casually took off her suit. Her shoulder blades cracked loudly as she rolled them. She had lost count of how many outfits she had gone through this month. Sparring with Smoker probably would not ruin her clothes, but it was better to be safe.

"Atlas, you'd better be careful. I haven't spent the past few years sitting around."

Seeing no way out, Smoker went along with it. He wanted to see whether the gap between them had grown.

After all, if he could not fight it, he might as well enjoy it.

"White Fist!"

Smoker attacked first. His limbs turned to smoke, and his legs launched his body toward Atlas like a pair of thrusters.

Smoker knew he was no match for Atlas. For years, he had worked to combine Hand-to-Hand Combat with his Devil Fruit Ability, and his physique had visibly improved since their days in Loguetown.

Atlas watched him charge, planted her feet, and drew back a fist. No tricks—just a plain, straight punch.

Bang!

Her fist did not hit Smoker's chest. He had turned to smoke and dodged it!

"I didn't expect you to awaken Observation Haki, Smoker, even if it's still pretty rudimentary."

Atlas was surprised. When Luffy first appeared, Smoker could not use Haki at all. It was not for lack of talent; he had simply relied too much on the power of