Hero? No! We are Pirates!

sample:

“One day… will you come?” Katakuri asks. In front of him, still standing strong against all odds, Strawhat Luffy raises both fists and poises himself for yet another round, unrelenting and determined. The toll the battle has taken on him is evident, but his will to fight remains unaffected, a firestorm coursing through his veins, unyielding even when Katakuri himself can barely stay on his feet. “To defeat Big Mom?” Katakuri clarifies.

The glare Monkey D. Luffy shoots him burns as bright as his spirit. “You bet!” he screams, “I’m gonna be the Pirate King!”

There’s not even the slightest hint of hesitation in his tone, no room for doubt whatsoever. He says it like it’s a fact, with absolute conviction.

Katakuri believes him.

He huffs out a breath that’s almost a chuckle. “Guess you really can see the future…” he says, and doesn’t fight it when his knees give out at last and his back hits the ground.

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