Somewhere on the Grand Line, on a brutally dangerous island.
Roars echoed across it, and the weather changed without warning.
The island cycled through spring, summer, autumn, and winter in just four months. To say the conditions were harsh was an understatement.
Ordinary people wouldn't survive a single day here.
Beyond the invisible threat of the climate, the island was home to all sorts of creatures on the brink of extinction. Some could even use Haki. It was a place where the law of the jungle reigned.
Whoosh!
A blur streaked across the ground, and a figure appeared out of nowhere. Before him lay a wild boar the size of a small hill, its head bloodied as it twitched on the ground. The Armament Haki coating its two sharp tusks was fading.
"Half a year. It's been more than half a year."
The beautiful voice carried a trace of frustration, a trace of sorrow, a trace of resentment, and a trace of hatred. It was like that of a stunning wife waiting at home for her husband to return, stirring pity in anyone who heard it.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning split the dark, roiling sky, illuminating a perfectly proportioned figure.
Long black hair fell to his waist, tousled and blowing in the wind. His slightly rugged face radiated a heroic spirit that rivaled any man's. His ample 36E breasts were pale and delicate; his flat stomach displayed six-pack abs; and his long, shapely legs were dazzlingly white. Every feature spoke of a body crafted to perfection.
The skimpy red rose bikini made him all the more alluring, inspiring an urge to discover what lay beneath and how it had come to be.
That's right!
This woman was none other than—
the undisputed number one beauty of Marine Headquarters, Sakazuki!