"Old Ray, I can't do it. Another drink and I'll throw up."
Werther held the glass in front of him, unable to force down another drop. On the other side, Hawk-Eyes still wore his usual aloof expression, but he looked much the same as Werther.
While the three formidable men struggled with their drinks, Dunk picked up his last glass and drained it in one gulp.
At the sight, the host began to shout.
"What am I seeing? Contestant Dunk has finished every drink in front of him and won by an overwhelming margin!
"But our other three contestants deserve praise too. Remember, the organizers provided the strongest liquor they could find.
"It seems Dunk, a hippo Devil Fruit User, has an extraordinary talent for drinking! I now declare Dunk the champion of this year's Drinking Contest! Dunk, please come up to claim your prize."
Hearing the host, the three men below the stage exchanged looks. Every one of them wore the expression of a man who had just been had.
Werther muttered a curse and looked helplessly at Dunk, the huge, adorably vacant-looking man.
By then, Dunk had already collected his prize. He came down from the stage hugging a barrel of fine wine, thoroughly pleased with himself.
None of the three men made a scene. They all knew how to take a loss, though running into a hippo Devil Fruit User at a Drinking Contest was frustrating.
Still, Werther suspected Dunk's Devil Fruit wasn't the only reason he could drink so much. No matter how much a person could hold, enough liquor would eventually go to his head.
Dunk, however, showed no sign of being drunk. He must have been naturally gifted when it came to drinking.
Once Werther realized that, the loss didn't sting so much. Everyone