Moss-Head and Curly Brow's First Meeting, the Three Brothers Reunite

The public training area stood at the boundary between the male and female crew living quarters. It was another room built to Giants' scale, packed with all kinds of training equipment and a sparring platform paved with special materials.

When Zoro followed Dawn inside, there were four people in the training area.

On a recliner in one corner, Aramaki, dressed in a floral shirt, was asleep, his snores rumbling like thunder. On the coffee table beside him sat a half-finished drink, amber liquor clinging to the glass.

In another corner, a raccoon wearing clothes was cracking sunflower seeds. Padong carefully piled the shells into a small tower, occasionally looking up toward the sparring platform.

In the strength-training area, Drake was bench-pressing. The weight plates on either end of the barbell were terrifyingly huge, and the metal bar bent into a dangerous arc every time he pushed it up.

But none of that was what caught Zoro's attention. Every bit of his focus was drawn to the two people on the sparring platform.

The entire platform was shrouded in a strange dark substance that absorbed every impact produced by the fighters' clashes, preventing damage to the ship. At the heart of the darkness, two figures were exchanging blows at speeds too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The blond man attacked with his legs, every kick carrying scorching heat and leaving Flame afterimages in the air.

The other man, wearing a top hat, used a steel pipe to block. Sparks from the clashing metal flashed briefly in the darkness like blooming night flowers.

"Pause for a moment, Sanji. Spar with the newcomer. Sabo, I have something to tell you."

As Dawn's words fell, the fight on the platform abruptly stopped. The dark barrier split down the middle like a curtain