This Is Ohara

Shiliew gritted his teeth. Faced with Magellan's question, he had no idea how to describe what had happened.

How was he supposed to talk about being tormented like that?

He and Magellan got along well enough, but he couldn't bring himself to admit something so humiliating.

"Tch!"

Shiliew snorted, turned around, and walked away.

In Impel Down, Magellan sighed helplessly.

Meanwhile, on the archaeological island of Ohara in the West Blue, waves rolled in from the boundless sea and washed against the beach with a soothing sound.

A short-haired girl walked barefoot across the soft, comfortable sand, her head bowed.

The beautiful view, the pleasant sand, and the cool sea breeze did nothing to cheer her up.

Mom, Robin misses you so much.

Robin had been bullied again. She was still only a child.

Young Robin wandered along the beach with her head down.

She didn't know how long she had been walking when she stopped. Something enormous lay in her path.

When she looked up, she saw a member of the Giant Tribe, as large as a hill, lying unconscious on the beach.

The giant was Jaguar D. Saul, a good friend of Kuzan's.

Saul had once been a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral, though Mu Chen had never met him.

Fate had brought Saul and young Robin together.

After a few days of rest, Saul recovered, and he and Robin became friends.

Robin had no friends anywhere on Ohara. Despite their enormous age difference, Saul became her friend—for the time being, her only one.

"Thank you for saving me, little Robin!"

"Yeah, yeah! Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, Saul. Are you my friend?"

In the days that followed, Robin and Saul played and talked together. Robin, who was usually quiet, began to smile.

"By the way, little Robin,