After all the commotion, Annie, Nami, Luffy, Sanji, Chopper, the gourmet hunter Toriko and the big-nosed chef Komatsu, whom they had just met, and the white battle wolf Terry Cloth gathered together on Hankrila Island. On this magical little island, said to be full of all kinds of ingredients from the Gourmet World and legendary in its own right, they were enjoying a lively feast where they had just battled the whole roasted pig.
The food roasted itself and came right to them. Trees bore ready-made plant-protein meat, the ground sprouted perfectly cooked Italian pasta, and the woods were full of all kinds of seasonings. There couldn't be a better place for a camping picnic.
At least, that was what Luffy, who was stuffing his face, the gourmet Toriko, and a certain troublesome little girl with her head bowed over her food all thought.
"Delicious!"
"Mmm-hmm..."
"The rich, fragrant fat, the appetizing scent of herbs and mushrooms, that pleasant saltiness, and the way the tender meat makes your taste buds explode—there's no better or more irresistible meat than this harmlessly prepared roast pig."
"It's so, so delicious!!"
"I want more!"
"Nami! Pass me some of that over there!!"
"What an incredible island..."
"Mm!"
"Mr. Komatsu, your soup is delicious!"
"Thank you!"
"Sanji, the sauce you made and the roast pig you prepared are delicious too!"
"Tch~!"
"What's wrong, Luffy?"
"Nothing. I was just wondering, Nami, why are you and that little kid Annie the only ones who get Sanji's pork chops?"
"!!"
"Because we're ladies!"
"And couldn't you try to be a little more gentlemanly, Luffy?"
"Gentlemanly?"
"What's that? Can you eat it?"
"Forget it..."
After a brief argument, Nami gave up. She turned her attention back to her own food, deciding that if she couldn't see it, it couldn't