Grrr...
Robin's stomach let out a series of dissatisfied growls. She lowered her head, a dim expression appearing on her sallow little face.
She rarely got to eat her fill. At such a young age, she already had to shoulder a huge amount of housework, yet her daily food consisted of only dry black bread and water. Years of hardship had made her familiar with hunger.
But being familiar with it did not mean she could ignore it, especially since she was still just a child.
She looked around. The sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, and a cool breeze had begun to blow. She shivered. Hunger and cold struck together, naturally giving rise to a lonely despair in her heart.
Gritting her teeth, she headed out of the small town. She could not stay here. Those neighbors all knew her, and if they saw where she was going, they would definitely tell her uncle.
Because of her Devil Fruit ability, she had been treated as an outcast since childhood. No one in the entire town liked her.
Before she knew it, she had reached the shore. The setting sun had completely vanished beneath the horizon, leaving only its final afterglow. The rising tide carried wave after wave of surf sounds. Robin sat atop a high rock, curled up as she looked out at the sea.
For someone who lived by the sea, finding food in the ocean was the most basic survival skill. But because of her Devil Fruit, she could not touch seawater. Besides, the tide was coming in now, so she had to keep an even safer distance.
Sea mist surged up. She turned to look beside her, only to find that area completely swallowed by fog.
After freezing for two seconds, she suddenly remembered the