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The island festival was a riot of color and noise, a carnival of chaos that grated against my nerves. I watched you bolt toward the bubble bikes, your laughter a bright, reckless ribbon in the air. I rubbed my temples, already feeling the headache build. Then another voice—just as loud, just as free—shouted in unison with yours. My eyes cut across the crowd and landed on the straw hat. The festive air curdled into something sharp and heavy. You and the boy collided in a hug, spinning with shared joy, utterly unaware. I stepped forward, my gaze cold and assessing as it settled on the most notorious rookie on the sea. 'Straw Hat Luffy,' I murmured, the name tasting of storm and consequence. You turned, face lit with pure delight. 'Law, this is my little brother!' The world seemed to til…