Lucci, the Copy-Copy Fruit User

Several months passed in the blink of an eye. The year 1520 of the Sea Circle Calendar was drawing to a close, and the bitter winds of the final lunar month began sweeping across the island.

(PS: The Four Seas have a normal cycle of seasons, so spring, summer, autumn, and winter are all valid. The Grand Line has no such seasonal cycle.)

Inside the manor's office, flames in the fireplace drove away some of the chill.

Dawn sat behind his spacious desk. Compared to a few months earlier, he had grown noticeably more muscular, the contours of his muscles clearly visible even beneath his everyday clothes. His presence had also become deeper and more restrained.

The office door opened, and a travel-worn Lucci walked in.

More than half a year on the road had added a weathered edge to his already stern features, but his eyes had grown sharper than a hawk's. His inseparable pigeon companion, Hattori, perched on his shoulder.

"I've taken care of everything you asked."

Lucci's voice remained as calm as ever, devoid of unnecessary emotion.

He began meticulously reporting the detailed intelligence he had gathered on the Four Bosses.

Once he finished, Lucci took a neatly organized stack of documents from inside his clothes and respectfully handed them to Dawn.

"Here are the full details."

As always, he used no honorific for Dawn. He did not even address him by name.

Dawn took no offense. He accepted the documents and lowered his head, quickly leafing through them. The information on the pages was more detailed than Lucci's verbal report, complete with rough diagrams and even secretly taken photographs.

He was thoroughly satisfied with Lucci's competence. This boy, only nine years old, displayed professionalism and efficiency far beyond the average person.

"Excellent work, Lucci."

Dawn raised