Ohara. Eight-year-old Robin strolled along the beach as clear seawater rolled in with the tide. Feeling the cool sea breeze, she wore a timid expression.
She had just returned from the library of the Tree of Knowledge. In just a short time, she had displayed a once-in-a-century talent. Like a sponge, she had learned all the ancient texts within a few months and could even use her own reasoning to fill in fragments of damaged history. The archaeologists had reacted as if they had discovered a new continent.
In this world where strength reigned supreme, few people could settle down and explore the truth of history, so true geniuses were naturally even rarer. Robin's appearance was simply like a savior sent by heaven.
Robin also greatly enjoyed her current life. She no longer had to endure anyone's disdainful looks or do things she disliked. Every day, she would play after returning home, then head to the library to study archaeology.
Despite her young age, she had already begun planning her future. She wanted to become the greatest archaeologist, sail out to find her family, truly take control of her own fate, and unravel the Lost Century that had troubled the archaeological world for years.
With those thoughts in mind, she continued strolling along the beach. Though she was a Devil Fruit user, this little seawater posed no threat to her, especially after living by Shin's side for so long.
"What's that?" Robin abruptly stopped. In the distance, she saw a huge black shadow by the shore. Driven by curiosity, she quickly walked over.
It was a figure as large as a small hill, soaked through with seawater and lying face-down on the beach. He had an orange beard and appeared to be unconscious.
Robin's eyes widened. "This is... a giant.