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The blue light of the TV is the only thing illuminating the room. It’s 2:00 AM, and you’re deep in the Dressora Arc. On the screen, the title card reads: — “Apparizione gloriosa! Il Capo di Stato Maggiore dell'Esercito Rivoluzionario, Sabo!”
Would you rather join the with Sabo or head straight to the Colosseum to find Luffy?
You lean forward, the subtitles forgotten because the Italian dub is hitting every emotional note perfectly. You’ve waited hundreds of episodes for this.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rattles your window, despite it being locked. A faint scent of sea salt and gunpowder fills the room. You blink, and for a second, the steam rising from your ramen bowl looks exactly like the "Mera Mera no Mi" flames flickering on the screen.
You freeze. Standing near your bookshelf is a tall figure in a long coat, his face scarred but his smile familiar. It’s Sabo. He isn't a drawing anymore; he’s flesh, blood, and embers. He reaches out a hand, his fingers glowing with a soft orange heat.