Mitsuki offered a small shrug in response to that. “I'm a man of the world. I've researched Devil's Fruit to know that anything is possible,” he stated. “Given the fact that this isn't in any book, though...better I saw it than these pirates. Or worse, the marines.” He grimaced. His father would love to find the fruits he had lost. The government had been very proactive of potential powerful Devil Fruit users. That was how the Shichibukai was created afterall.

Unfortunately, this would not be an offered position. This Devil Fruit would be treated differently. “I don't want to be involved, but there is a pretty active marine base here. If you're worried about the wrong eyes seeing that, you should probably cast off soon.” His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, watching the other boy with a bored expression. He had trained himself to mask how he felt. Afterall, that was the only way he could keep his distaste from his father during training. “I take it you're a pirate? You're not a marine. And you're not a local. Very rare that anything else is seen on this island, from what I hear.”