It was Smoke who first made me realize what a real man is like; it was Sanji who made my heart beat for the first time; it was Luffy who always led me forward and helped me establish my goals; or Ace who was fearless in life and death and stood between heaven and earth. So many outstanding men have made my journey life full of joy and sadness, joy and pain, blood and dreams, happiness and faith coexisting, Luffy, I will definitely accompany you to reach ONE PIECE.
But in order to retrieve my own memory and that idiot old lady who ran away from home, I came on the great voyage. When I really got my memory back, I wished I could never get my memory back. Is it love or family affection, faith or responsibility? Standing at the crossroads, which side is the right choice? What should I do?
Luffy, let me follow your progress and come to ONE PIECE together