In the Midst of the Wano Celebration…

I could feel the heat of irritation rising in me as I stormed down the sandy beach. My steps were firm, my mind racing with frustration, and I could barely contain the anger simmering just beneath the surface. The very thought of what had transpired in the last few days made me clench my fists tighter, teeth grinding in disbelief.

"How did this happen?" I muttered under my breath, my voice tight with annoyance.

"How is he the new Yonko?" The words felt like a slap in the face, a paradox that made absolutely no sense. There were so many powerful figures in the world, so many seasoned veterans, and yet somehow, he had been crowned one of the new Emperors of the Sea.

It was absurd. Ridiculous. And I couldn't make sense of it no matter how hard I tried. My frustration only grew as I continued to walk, my thoughts swirling in a storm of disbelief. How could someone as unpredictable and unpolished as Monkey D. Luffy—someone who had seemingly stumbled through battles on nothing more than sheer will and luck—end up in a position that should have been reserved for those who truly earned it? Luffy had always been a wildcard, a constant headache, and now, his rise to power had thrown everything I knew about the world into chaos.

I quickened my pace, my eyes darting through the lively streets of Wano, each step feeling more like an inevitable march toward an uncomfortable confrontation. The festival was in full swing, the celebration of Wano’s freedom from Kaido’s tyranny drawing cheers and laughter from every corner. The city was alive with the joy of victory, but I couldn’t share in it. Not while Luffy stood at the heart of it all.

Finally, there he was. As I rounded a corner, I caught sight of him—of Luffy, surrounded by his crew, grinning like he had just won the lottery. He was standing in the middle of the bustling street, laughing carelessly, completely unaware of the tension that had been building inside me for days.