"Delicious. This is incredible."
In the restaurant, Luffy sat at the table, stretching out his arms now and then to grab the food in front of him.
"The food really is good. I'd heard about Dressrosa's cuisine before."
As a top chef, Sanji knew how to appreciate fine food.
"Stop thinking about food. We're in Dressrosa now. Think about what we're going to do next."
Zoro's face was grave. Only he understood just how dangerous Dressrosa was right now.
Zoro had experienced Werther's strength firsthand.
While Werther was teaching Zoro Haki and swordsmanship, Zoro had naturally challenged him to a duel.
In just three minutes, Zoro had nearly died. It took more than a month of rest before his injuries began to heal.
"There's something important I need to tell everyone."
At Zoro's words, everyone at the table looked at him.
"If you run into the Thunder Swordsman, Werther, in Dressrosa, remember one thing. Never damage his black coat. Absolute never."
Zoro seemed to recall something unpleasant, and a trace of fear lingered in his eyes.
"His black coat? Who's going to worry about that in a fight?"
Sanji lit a cigarette and gave Zoro an exasperated look.
"I'm not joking."
Zoro stood, took off his dark green robe, and bared his muscular upper body.
Clink. The cutlery in Franky's hand fell onto his plate.
"What is that...?"
"How are you still alive?"
"Sword wounds? Don't tell me the Thunder Swordsman did that. Damn him for hurting our friend."
Zoro put his robe back on and sat down.
"During a duel, I accidentally cut his black coat. I don't want to remember what happened after that. If Hawk-Eyes and that woman hadn't stopped him, I would have died."
Luffy and the others could tell Zoro was serious. They nodded solemnly.