D meant Dark. D meant Dawn. D meant laughter. D meant sorrow. D meant dreams.
Dawn and darkness.
Sorrow and joy.
Could the Great Kingdom once have represented the dawn of this world, only for something to happen that turned it into a darkness people feared?
Was that why the Twenty Kings joined forces to overthrow it?
If the Great Kingdom had been the dawn of its age, it could not have been home only to giants.
There must have been giants among its people—the giants of Elbaf.
There were special races too: the Lunarians, King's people, and many others.
And, of course, there were humans.
Perhaps those humans were the D. Clan.
The World Government, the Celestial Dragons, and the nobles feared neither giants nor special races. Yet they loathed the D. Clan.
Were they afraid the clan would rise again and bring the world a true dawn, just as they themselves had once brought the D. Clan down from its pedestal?
Was it because the D. Clan were human, rather than another race?
What was this dawn that the people of Shandora, the Fish-Men of Fish-Man Island, the beastfolk of the Mink island, the samurai of Wano Country, and all the downtrodden, oppressed, discriminated against, and exploited longed for so deeply?
Elegia
By then, Kuta thought he knew the answer.
Freedom, democracy, and fairness.
For some reason, the world had come to see the Great Kingdom and the D. Clan as darkness.
But even if they had changed, that could not erase the dawn they had once brought to the world.
And when dawn faded, darkness would inevitably follow.
History moved in cycles, advancing through repetition.
After eight hundred years, another cycle had begun.
The heroes of old, worn down by time and corrupted by the supreme power