"The Coliseum is waiting," he says in perfect Italian. "And Luffy needs more than just a brother tonight. He needs a crew that knows how the story ends."
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!” Stai guardando OnePiece Ep 667 ITA
Would you rather join the with Sabo or head straight to the Colosseum to find Luffy? "The Coliseum is waiting," he says in perfect Italian
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. It’s 2:00 AM, and you’re deep in the Dressora Arc
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.