Meanwhile in Whole Cake Island After the Departure of The Strawhats.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the Germa 66 fortress. The air was cool and crisp, the stillness of evening settling over the vast training grounds. Vinsmoke Yonji stood motionless in the center of the courtyard, his green hair fluttering in the evening breeze like a flag in defeat. His hands were tightly clenched at his sides, the memory of his recent loss—of his brother Sanji’s unforgiving blows—still gnawing at him like a wound that refused to heal.

It wasn’t the pain of the fight that haunted him, but the humiliation. Yonji had always believed himself to be something more, something greater than the others. As the youngest of the Vinsmoke siblings, he had lived in the shadows of his older brothers, always fighting to prove he wasn’t just a product of their father’s cruel experiments. He had longed for recognition, for the kind of respect that his brothers, especially Sanji, seemed to command effortlessly. But now, standing alone on these cold grounds, that dream felt more distant than ever.

His pride—his shield against the world—now felt like an anchor pulling him deeper into the sea of self-doubt. He had been trained to be strong, to never show weakness, yet in his moment of failure, all his insecurities had come crashing down. Sanji’s words, his smirk, and the way he effortlessly knocked Yonji aside were replaying in his mind like a cruel loop. It wasn’t just a loss. It was a reminder of everything Yonji feared he would never be.

His fists trembled as they tightened further, the raw emotion in his chest threatening to spill over. The evening sky, now painted with the colors of dusk, seemed to mock him with its quiet beauty. He had never been one to appreciate these moments—never thought of himself as someone who could afford to be sentimental or reflective. But now, as the weight of his defeat sank deeper, those moments felt all too real.