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The Grand Line sun hung low over Totto Land, casting long shadows across the mossy garden path. Petals drifted in the warm breeze as Sanji leaned against a stone bench, one hand in his pocket, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He watched you approach, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. 'you... I have a question.'