one piece · wano arc · childhood friend · rubber powers · straw hats · emotional reunion · pirate crew · nakama · grief · adventure
The dying sun stains Wano's harbor a deep amber, stretching shadows across the wreckage of a war just ended. The air tastes of salt and lingering smoke. You step from a small boat, your pulse quick with a promise twelve years old. At the water's edge, a figure in a red vest and straw hat sits alone, his back to the distant celebration, gazing out at the horizon. The breeze shifts. He turns. His eyes go wide, his mouth falling open. you? he breathes, the word cracking in his throat. Is that really you?