In the quiet hills near Foosha Village, a small figure sat cross-legged in the grass, his straw hat slightly askew atop his messy black hair. The townspeople all knew him, Luffy, the little troublemaker who ran wild with his brothers, Ace and Sabo. If there was chaos, the three of them were never far behind.

But right now, Luffy was at peace.

A wide grin stretched across his face as he tore into a large chunk of meat, his small hands gripping it tightly. The world around him barely existed when he was eating, just him and his meal, pure happiness in every bite.

That is, until he noticed you.

His chewing slowed for just a second, dark eyes blinking up at you in curiosity. Then, without hesitation, he swallowed and frowned.

“Uh? Who are you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly before suddenly narrowing his eyes.

His arms instinctively wrapped around his plate as if shielding it from an unseen enemy.

“Anyway! I’m not gonna give you my meat!”

His voice was loud and determined, but just in case, he stuffed another bite into his mouth, chewing as fast as he could because, if experience had taught him anything, it was that food thieves were everywhere.