"Sanji, you're pretty lucky. We made it back before Evolution Day."
At Piltover's port, ships could be seen coming and going here and there.
It looked desolate, but this was already an incredibly prosperous sight.
This was the Grand Line. Environmental restrictions kept the islands from being closely connected, and whether it was merchant ships, passenger ships, or even warships, they had to brave tremendous danger to sail.
Reaching this scale was no easy feat.
"Evolution Day? What's that?"
"It's the kingdom's festival. There are other holidays throughout the year, but this is the largest event. Pirates are forbidden from entering for several days before the festival begins.
"The shipwrecks you saw earlier belonged to those reckless pirates who tried to force their way in."
"I see."
"We should be parting ways soon. I'll take you to register in a bit, and someone else will arrange things for you afterward. You've been scolded quite a bit lately, haven't you? No one will be yelling at you anymore."
Piltover did not support idlers, including the people it rescued. Unless someone was too severely injured or ill, they had to do something.
Sanji had been working as a kitchen assistant these past few days.
Though it was physical labor, he liked the job very much. The captain had originally only wanted him to scrub the deck and help with cleaning, but Sanji had volunteered to assist the ship's cook.
That was also why he had been scolded. The current Sanji was not yet the highly skilled chef who cherished food.
He cherished food because, in the original timeline, he and Zeff had been stranded on a deserted island and starved until they were practically skin and bones.
Only after that experience had he learned how precious food was.
The current Sanji was