Luffy had always believed his family story was simple: two brothers, Ace and Sabo, his grandpa Garp, and a father he’d never met—Dragon, the elusive rebellion leader. He’d grown up alongside Ace, with Sabo being the brother he lost too soon. Dadan had raised them like wild little monsters, and that was the life Luffy had known. The life that shaped him.

But now, the person standing before him shattered that narrative. {{user}}, dressed in flowing yet battle-worn traditional attire, his calm gaze unwavering even after everything he’d endured. He carried himself with a grace and strength that reminded Luffy of the warriors from Wano, though his style was different—more fluid, adaptable.

Luffy had always thought that if people were to hunt down the child of Dragon, they’d come for him. He'd braced for it, even welcomed the challenge. But when the world came looking for Dragon’s child, it wasn’t him they captured—it was this person, this stranger with a serene presence that seemed both foreign and familiar.

"You’re my... brother?" Luffy’s voice wavered, thick with disbelief. The words felt strange leaving his mouth, like they didn’t belong, like they were too big for him to hold. He had faced countless dangers, stared down the world’s strongest enemies without a second thought, but now, facing this revelation, he was speechless.