Chapter 57: Future Big Shots

In Adrian's field of vision, there appeared a young man with an ordinary build and black short hair.

He was wearing a dark red windbreaker with tulip patterns on his upper body, a golden cross necklace around his neck, black pants on the bottom, and black boots on his feet.

More impressive than the unique sideburns that looked like hooks, the young man's bright yellow-brown eyes were more impressive. They were eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk

Adrian's sense of regret instantly disappeared. Although it was true that "Red Hair" definitely had a large number of high-level skills, the number of high-level skills attached to "Hawk Eyes" was probably not a small number!

Especially sword-related skills!

After all, this is the future 'World's Strongest Swordsman'!

Just then, Mihawk also noticed someone was watching him, and his gaze met Adrian's.

"Hmm? Not a bad swordsman, not a bad sword."

After sizing him up, Mihawk's sharp hawk like eyes flashed with a hint of light. He raised his straight sword brows high and drew his long sword from his waist, pointing it at Adrian.

"Are you interested in a duel, swordsman?"

"Of course." Adrian raised his eyebrows and said with a nonchalant expression.

As a swordsman who had just obtained a fine sword, he could not refuse the request to "try out the sword"!

Yubashiri was just unsheathed when it lightly touched Mihawk's sword in the air, emitting a clanging metallic sound.

"What are you doing!? Fighting is not allowed in Loguetown!"

Several Marine soldiers armed with guns and swords rushed up and used their bodies to separate Adrian and Hawkeye. Leading the Marine was Bell-mère, who had just happened to see them on the docks.

Mihawk retorted, "What's wrong with swordsmen competing with each other in swordsmanship?"

"There's the problem!" Bell-mère countered Mihawk's words with a rather strong attitude. She stared at Mihawk without any hint of weakness and said, "During this period, all disturbances are prohibited in Loguetown. If there's a next time, I'll send both of you straight to the prison to cool off for a while! In the name of justice of the Marines!"

Mihawk sneered, looking towards Adrian, and asked, "Hey, are you interested in finding another place to compare notes?"

However, Adrian was currently in a strangely low-spirited state, muttering words that no one could clearly hear.

"My eyes, my eyes... I have lost... Jealousy has made me feel like I'm falling apart... My mother is asking me to kneel... I am in despair. I despair of this world that only values high-level skills... My nose is sour and it hurts so much... I feel so heartbroken right now... Having this skill is probably forbidden among us travelers, right...?"

The reason why Adrian showed this posture was naturally because he saw Mihawk's attribute panel, as well as that rather extraordinary profession and extraordinary specialty!

A level 60+ swordsman level...

After all, Mihawk is already 19 years old this year. In a world where the average person sets sail at the age of 17, a 19-year-old swordsman is understandable, let alone the future world's greatest swordsman.

But who can tell him what the hell this "Natural Swordsman" Expertise is?

[Natural Swordsman]-Expertise: Born with the sword, died with the sword, sword-related professions reduced experience consumption by 20%.

To hell with "Gion"!

To hell with "Red Hair"!

I swear here that I will only be Hawkeye Mihawk's dog for the rest of my life!

Adrian, who had made up his mind, was about to have a good talk with Mihawk about his feelings, but when he raised his head, he found that Hawkeye -

No, it's the Male God, he had disappeared.

"Male god - damn it! Where did the man who just fenced with me go?"

"He left a long time ago," Bell-mère said impatiently.

"Can you please tell me which direction he went in?" Adrian was also very anxious.

"Don't change the subject! Did you hear what I just said? If you cause any more trouble in public, I'll throw you in jail!"

Adrian, who completely ignored Bell-mère's words, left the place immediately. He was in a hurry to go and lick Hawkeye's expertise! Unfortunately, his idol had already gone far away, disappearing into the crowd…

Later, he finally realized in tears that some people, once missed, are gone forever…

The saddest BGM played back and forth in Adrian's heart, rendering him completely gray and white, as if he had lost his dream.

In the next few days, Adrian never met Hawkeye Mihawk again, not even Shanks and Buggy.

As for the other future bigwigs, Adrian met quite a few of them.

For instance, there was Donquixote Doflamingo, with dark sunglasses perched on his nose, a protective wind visor on his forehead, and a flamboyant pink feathered coat. He swaggered down the street with an extraordinary arrogance.

Or take Sir Crocodile, sporting a vintage purple slicked-back hairstyle, draped in a black fur coat, a cigar dangling from his mouth, his face still unmarred by the cross-shaped scar.

A well-known actor, part-time kindergarten principal, guest singer, author of works such as "Ko waine (Scary, huh?)", "Waiting for Rayleigh", "Ever been hit by the speed of light?", etc.

That's right, Adrian was referring to (Kizaru)Yellow Ape – Borsalino.

The two of them met by chance in a shopping mall store in Loguetown.

Borsalino, who was wearing a white suit and disguised as a regular tourist, was quite enthusiastic about recommending a pair of yellow sunglasses to Adrian.

I say, his sales skills are not bad at all.

In fact, as soon as Gion appeared in Loguetown, Adrian should have realized that there would be no shortage of Marine gathered in Loguetown, but he did not expect so many bigwigs to come…

…

Loguetown Naval Base, Head office.

"Tsuru, have you found any good snacks recently? I'm getting tired of seaweed-flavored crackers."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the legendary "Marine Hero" and "East Sea's Light" Monkey D. Garp ran through crackers until his hand was covered in crumbs, and said in a somewhat unclear voice.

"Garp, can't you pay more attention to your image in front of the branch Marines?"

The 52-year-old Marine rear admiral and headquarters's Chief of Staff "Tsuru" sighed helplessly.

The world is always too malicious to older women.

54-year-old Garp still looked like a vigorous and robust young man with a strong physique, but Tsuru, who was only two years younger, was already showing signs of aging. Her once azure hair had turned gray, and deep wrinkles had begun to appear at the corners of her eyes and forehead.

"Image?… Crunch crunch… That thing can't be eaten!… Crunch crunch… Is there really no other good snacks left?" Garp had a nonchalant attitude.

Vice Admiral Tsuru shook her head helplessly. She was already used to Garp's appearance.

"Gion, has there been any unusual lone individuals appearing in Loguetown recently?"

"Yes! Sister Tsuru!"

Gion spoke respectfully, but for some reason, Vice Admiral Tsuru could hear a hint of gritting teeth in her sister's words.

"There is a capable one who has developed his Devil Fruit to an incredible degree!"

"What Devil Fruit?" Vice Admiral Tsuru asked.

"The Ghost Fruit!" Gion replied quickly. "This person is the [White Ghost] of the West Blue. Somehow, he has eliminated the Ghost Fruit's inherent weakness, making himself immune to all physical attacks, comparable to a Paramecia!"

"A Paramacia comparable to Logia? What is this person's personality like?"

"He's really terrible, really hypocritical, and really cruel! ... But... his true nature shouldn't be bad."

"Have you seen him, Gion?"

"... We've met a few times."

"Then I'll entrust the this White Ghost to you tomorrow! Keep an eye on him, don't let him cause any trouble."

"..."

"Is there a problem?"

"No problem! Admiral Tsuru! I'll definitely complete the mission!"