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He had experienced that Azure Dragon's terror firsthand, and those memories still gnawed at his marrow late at night.
Now he merely nodded woodenly, as though confirming a weather forecast that had nothing to do with him.
The young man in the suit suddenly smiled.
It was a faint smile, yet everyone on deck instinctively tensed their muscles.
"This world of yours,"
he said softly, "really never gets boring."
In the clearing outside Foosha Village, two boys lay flat on their backs in the dirt, their chests heaving.
Sweat soaked their bangs, plastering them against flushed skin.
Rossi stood a few steps away in Luffy's body, looking down at them.
"You're already unable to get up after so little time?"
His voice was calm, betraying no emotion.
Ace gritted his teeth and tried to push himself up.
His elbows had barely left the ground before his arms went weak, and he fell back down, kicking up fine dust.
Beside him, Sabo turned his head and gasped for breath, his throat rasping like a bellows.
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the trees, cutting patches of light and shadow across them.
A few distant barks drifted from the village, mingling with the rustle of wind through the grass.
This village on the edge of the Goa Kingdom was separated from the main city by the Mount Colubo range.
The rolling mountain contours cut dark serrations into the skyline.
Many years ago, three boys had roamed those mountain forests-tangling with wild beasts and dealing with the criminals who occupied the clearing piled with refuse at the foot of the mountains.
Yes, how old had they been then? Ten? Eleven? Yet they were already better at handling danger than the vast majority of adults.
The foundation Garp had laid in their early years was