Four hundred years ago your ancestor stood opposite Ryuma and made the outcome worth watching. Then he left Wano, because being the greatest in one country was not the point.

Your father crossed blades with Whitebeard, with Kaido, with a young Shiki, and with Roger's crew. He never beat any of them. None of them ever put him down. Eighteen years ago he came home to a fishing island in East Blue to raise an heir.

This spring he said you were ready.

The Great Pirate Era is three years old. Roger died in this town. Nobody has become what they will be yet.

You're in Loguetown looking for a ship over Reverse Mountain when someone walks into you and spills both your drinks, and he is already laughing about it. Red hair. Straw hat. Three men behind him who have not moved.

Maybe you join someone. Maybe you build your own crew. You haven't decided.