Dawn lounged casually on the sofa in the room, taking a swig of wine.
After hearing Zephyr's explanation, Dawn revealed a meaningful smile and said to Zephyr,
"What if this fruit really is perfectly suited to you, Instructor Zephyr?"
"Hm?" Zephyr looked at Dawn, then at the fruit in the box in his hand. "Come to think of it, I never asked what kind of fruit this actually is."
"It's the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. That's right, Whitebeard's fruit."
As Dawn's words fell, the room sank into silence.
"Huff..."
Zephyr let out a long breath from his chest. Looking at the Devil Fruit lying quietly in the box, his expression became incomparably complicated.
"Well? I told you this fruit would definitely suit you, Instructor Zephyr."
Dawn chuckled and looked at Zephyr seriously. "I still hope you choose to eat this fruit. Not only to better unleash its power, but because we need powerful combat strength to face that colossal force with eight hundred years of foundations."
Zephyr said nothing. He merely stared at the fruit in his hand. Even his heart, which had weathered countless storms, could not help but pound fiercely several times.
There was no other reason: the fruit's previous owner had been Whitebeard, the man known as the "Strongest Man in the World."
His power had been the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, hailed as the strongest Paramecia, even called a power capable of destroying the world.
This fruit was indeed immensely powerful, but Whitebeard himself had been no one to underestimate either.
Who had made whom was a question they could set aside for now. At the very least, Whitebeard had proven the fruit's strength beyond all doubt.
Yet just as Dawn had said, the Devil Fruit in Zephyr's hand truly was both extraordinarily powerful and exceptionally suited to him.
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