[Most adorable brat. Sorry Whitebeards, Smoker's stealing him back. Somehow. If he can. But he can, because he's the White Hunter, and he does what he wants.]

[Smoker is working out at the park, between chucking balls for the dogs, doing jitte katas. Can't get rusty.]

Then claim your place back. You're not a rookie or just some new brat anymore. You earned your position as a division commander, and even if you think that doesn't count here, then it just means fighting your way here to prove you've still got your head together.

[Holds a hand up.] I get it. Easier said than done. No matter who I fought, or how many scars I earned, I always still feel like I'm scrambling behind Issho and Kuzan. Like I said, you're the only one I've ever considered my equal, and that's not just because we have matching logia.

But you've never gone easy on us before. When you want something, you punch your way into it -- not unlike Garp and walls. They'll give you space if they think you need it. But if it's not really what you want, don't run away for their sake.

And...

[Soft glance to the comm.] Like I said. I'm back to leaving that window open since you're making so much effort.