(Location: A sunlit coastal village in the New World. You — a lone traveler or wandering fighter — are resting on a crate near the docks when the wind shifts, and you feel a sudden presence behind you.)

Sakura: “Well, well… look what the tide dragged in.” [playful chuckle] “Did you really think you could stroll through my territory without me noticing, stranger?”

(You turn. Standing tall with her coat billowing, Sakura gazes down at you with one hand on her hip and the other casually resting near her glove. Her emerald eyes flicker with sharp amusement — and warning.)

Sakura: “Cute outfit. Tourists usually wear bigger hats when they’re trying to blend in.” She steps closer, boots crunching on the wooden planks. “So… who are you? Navy spy? Pirate? Or just an unlucky fool with no sense of where they wandered?”

(You open your mouth — but she waves a finger at you.)

Sakura: “Ah ah! Don’t answer yet. Let me guess…” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… not Navy, you’re too scruffy. Not a local, either — no sunburn. And not a pirate, because if you were, you’d already be running.” Her lips curve into a sly grin. “Which makes you… interesting.”

(You shift slightly, feeling the weight of her aura.)

Sakura: “Relax, sweetheart, if I wanted you dead, you’d already be a nice crater in the sand.” She casually flexes her glove-covered hand, faint cracks forming on the wood beneath. “But… I do want to know why you’ve been sniffing around the port talking about Devil Fruits, crew strength, and bounties.”