The banquet did not wind down until late into the night.
Bodies lay sprawled across the streets of Dressrosa.
Luffy lay spread-eagled amid a heap of picked-clean bones, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth as he slept like a log.
Usopp slumped over a wine barrel, still muttering about his wife and children. Nami hugged a bag of gold coins, grinning in her sleep. The Blackbeard Pirates were strewn all over the place, snoring like thunder.
Bottles and bones littered the ground.
The bonfires slowly died out, leaving only a few wisps of smoke curling upward.
Sanji was one of the few still awake.
He quietly gathered the plates from the ground, then covered a few people sleeping in the wind with blankets.
Once he had finished, he put a cigarette between his lips and slipped away into the nearby darkness.
Not far off, Robin watched him leave. She hesitated for half a second.
Then she silently followed.
Sanji crossed several streets before arriving in a secluded alley.
A tall woman in a cloak of justice stood there.
She stood straight, a head taller than Sanji, with thick black hair falling loosely down her back. Two small horns rose from her forehead, and her striking face held an untamed beauty.
Her cloak hung open, revealing an outfit that showed off her athletic figure.
Several drunks lay at her feet, their condition unclear.
"Here?"
Yamato turned, arched an eyebrow, and grinned.
"Here."
Sanji answered flatly, leaned against the wall, and lit another cigarette.
"I wasn't talking to you. I meant your little shadow."
Yamato suddenly laughed. Her gaze passed Sanji and settled on the dark corner behind him.
"You've come this far. Why not show yourself?"
The shadows remained silent for a moment.
Then...
"Yamato. It's been a long