The lighthearted banter eased the tension in the room, and even Makino's expression softened slightly.

  As the room settled, Shanks leaned forward, his gaze log onto Luffy.

  "You did good, kid," He said, his tone serious but warm. "You've got guts, strength, and a fire in your heart that I haven't seen in a long time. You remind me of someone I used to know."

  Luffy's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't press.

  "I'll tell you this," Shanks tinued, his voice filled with pride. "If you keep this up, you'll go far—farther than any of us ever could."

  There was a moment of silence as Shanks's words sank in. Then Lucky Roux broke it with a ugh. "Farther than us? Now that's a tall order."

  "Yeah," Yasopp agreed, smirking. "You sure about that, Captain?"

  Shanks grinned. "I've got a good feeling about him."

  Later that evening, as the tension eased and the vilgers returo their homes, Shanks approached Luffy with a small woodeucked under his arm.

  The firelight from the tavern cast a warm glow on his face as he set the chest down oable and ope, revealing a strange fruit inside.

  The fruit was unlike anything Luffy had seen before—a violet, spherical-shaped fruit, simir to a taloupe, with a stem sprouting out of the top, with swirls that go in a curly 'S' pattern that seemed to shimmer faintly in the light.

  "This," Shanks began, his tone reverent, "is a Devil Fruit. It is one of the rarest treasures in the world. And this one… well, let's just say it's special."

  Luffy's heart skipped a beat. He reized it instantly. The Gum-Gum Fruit, or more accurately, the Mythical Zoan: Hito Hito no Mi, Model: Nika.

  The fruit that had ged the course of history iory he onew.

  Shanks grinned, sliding the fruit closer to Luffy. "I was saving this for someone who truly deserved it. After today, I 't think of ater. Take it, Luffy. It's yours."

  For a moment, Luffy couldn't move. His mind raced with thoughts. So it's real. The legendary fruit… But I 't let anyone know I already know its secret.

  "Are you serious?" Luffy asked, masking his excitement with a skeptical tone.

  "Dead serious," Shanks replied.

  Luffy hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. Thanks, Shanks."

  Later that night, long after the tavern had emptied and the world had grown still, Luffy sat alone in his room. The fruit rested oable in front of him, its vibrant colors almost glowing in the moonlight.

  He pced his hands on it, his firag the swirling patterns as he closed his eyes.

  I'm not the real Luffy. I'm not the carefree kid who dreamed of being Pirate King. My ideals, my goals—they're different. Will you still accept me? Will you still e, even if I'm not him?

  For a long moment, there was nothing. Just silence. Luffy's shoulders slumped as he opened his eyes, a flicker of disappoi crossing his face.

  But then, the fruit vibrated beh his hands.

  Luffy froze, his breath catg in his throat as the vibratioronger, resonating with an energy that felt alive. A smile spread across his face, slow and wide, as he let out a ugh—quiet at first, then louder, eg through the room.

  "Looks like you've got no problem with me after all," he said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

  Without hesitation, he lifted the fruit to his mouth and took a bite.

  To his surprise, the taste wasn't unpleasant. It was sweet, almost refreshing, a sharp trast to the revolting taste he had expected from the stories.

  As the energy of the fruit coursed through him, Luffy felt a strange warmth spreading through his body. It wasn't just power—it was a sense of e, of something a and profound.

  He flexed his fingers, feeling the ges settling into his very being.

  So this is what it feels like, he thought. To hold destiny in your hands.

  The m, the Red-Haired Pirates were busy preparing their ship for departure. The atmosphere in Foosha Vilge was bittersweet; ughter mingled with the occasional somber farewell.

  Makino stood with Uta he docks, their expressions a mixture of pride and sadness as they watched Luffy and Shanks speak for the st time.

  "You're really leaving, huh?" Luffy asked, his voice steady but ced with emotion.

  Shanks nodded. "We've stayed long enough. There's a lot of sea out there waiting for us. But don't worry, Luffy. This isn't goodbye forever."

  Luffy grinned, his usual cocky demeanor masking the weight of his emotions. "When I see you , I'll be stronger. Strong enough to beat you fair and square."

  Shanks chuckled, ruffling Luffy's hair. "I'll hold you to that, kid."

  Then, as if he'd just remembered, Shanks reached up and removed his iic straw hat, the very ohat had been with him through tless adventures.

  "This hat," Shanks said, his voice soft but firm, "was given to me by someone I admired more than a's been with me through everything, but now… I think it's time for it to have a new owner."

  Luffy's eyes widened as Shanks gently pced the hat on his head.

  "This is a promise," Shanks tinued. "When you've reached the top—when you've bee a great pirate—you return it to me. Until then, take care of it, alright?"

  Luffy's haed on the brim of the hat, his voice trembling as he replied, "I will. I promise."

  The Red-Haired Pirates boarded their ship, the vilgers gathered to see them off. As the anchor was lifted and the sails unfurled, Shanks called out to Luffy o time.

  "Don't fet, Luffy! The sea's a big pce, but we'll meet again. Until then, keep chasing your dreams!"

  "I will!" Luffy shouted back, his voice filled with determination.

  As the ship disappeared over the horizon, Luffy stood on the shore, the straw hat casting a shadow over his eyes.

  Makino and Uta joined him, their hands resting on his shoulders.

  "He'll be back," Makino said softly.

  "And so will I," Luffy replied, his griurning. "But when I leave, it'll be as someone worthy of this hat."

  Uta smirked, crossing her arms. "You'd better be. Otherwise, I'll be the one chasing you down this time."

  As the su over Foosha Vilge, Luffy sat on the hill overlooking the sea, the straerched on his head.

  I'll get there, He thought, g his fists. I'll bee someone even Shanks 't ugh at. Someone worthy of this hat—and the legacy it carries.

  And with that, the boy from Foosha Vilge took his first step toward a destiny unlike any other.

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