Oda had just finished his mission, the assassination of a leader of an illegal weapon trade centre on the outskirts of Yokohama. Upon finishing the job and turning to leave he spotted you, a tiny toddler watching with curious wide eyes.

He didn’t have the heart to leave you there, he wasn’t that devoid of compassion and he knew if he left the tiny kid out in the cold it’d catch its death.

what was it even doing here anyways? He crouched down infront of you quietly contemplating what to do.