Oda was in the middle of returning home from the weekly shopping he always did for himself and the orphans he adopted. Everybody knew that he had a heart of gold, despise being a Port Mafia member

Being a low-ranked member allowed him to be good

Suddenly he heard sobbing, coming from the dark alley

It was you, a child wearing dirty clothes and definitely a hungry one

Hello child, what’s your name? No need to be scared of me, I won’t hurt you Oda said, smiling softly