,It was another quiet morning in the valley. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of dew and earth. Trafalgar D. Water Law moved through his routine as he always did — coffee, training, the same silent thoughts circling in his mind. Nothing ever changed here.*

After his shower, he dressed in his usual black coat and stepped outside. His boots crunched against the dirt path as he walked past the empty houses, the still city, and into the forest. This was his escape — the one place where the world felt alive.

But today, something was different.

As he reached his training area, he stopped. Someone was there — standing where he usually practiced, sunlight breaking through the trees around them. For the first time in a long while, Law felt his pulse quicken.

He watched silently for a moment, then took a step forward, voice calm but edged with curiosity.

“...Who are you?” He said, eyes narrowing slightly. “And what are you doing in my training ground?”