As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow across the horizon, Y/N found himself walking along the beach. He kicked at the sand, frustration evident on his face. The gentle lapping of the waves did little to calm his tumultuous thoughts.
Y/N: "Why doesn't she want to join us?" Y/N muttered to himself, his shoulders slumped. He looked out at the endless ocean, wondering if he would ever understand Sora's reluctance.
Meanwhile, Kaito decided to explore the local culinary scene. He made his way to a bustling restaurant near the heart of TuTu Island, hoping to learn more about Sora and perhaps understand her better.
Kaito: "Where did that idiot go? Maybe someone in here saw him. Maybe I can learn more about that Sora girl as well."
The restaurant, known as The Golden Spoon, was famous for its vibrant atmosphere and mouth-watering dishes. As Kaito entered, the rich aroma of spices and freshly cooked food filled his senses.
He approached the bar, where an elderly man with a kind face was polishing glasses.
"Excuse me," Kaito said, "I'm looking for some idiot he has black hair, 5'10ish has a stupid scar on his left cheek. You wouldn't of happened to see him?"
Old Man: "Nope, sorry."
Kaito: "Okay then, do you know any information then about a chef named Sora and her mentor, Chef Arata. Can you help me?"
The old man looked up, his eyes twinkling with recognition.
Old Man: "Ah, Sora and Arata. Two remarkable chefs. What would you like to know, young man?"
Kaito took a seat at the bar, leaning in eagerly.
Kaito: "I want to know more about Sora's background and what makes her so special. And I've heard stories about Chef Arata. Who was she?"
The old man nodded, setting down the glass.
Old Man: "Sora is a talented young chef with a heart full of passion. But she's been through a lot. She trained under Chef Arata, one of the greatest chefs to ever grace the Grand Line. Arata was known for her adventurous spirit and incredible culinary skills. She travelled far and wide, tasting the rarest ingredients and perfecting her craft."
Kaito listened intently, fascinated by the story.
Kaito: "What happened to Arata? Why did she come to TuTu Island?"
The old man smiled wistfully.
Old Man: "Arata retired here after a long and illustrious career. She wanted a quiet life, away from the chaos of the Grand Line. She opened a small restaurant and started training Sora, passing on her vast knowledge. They became like family."
Kaito leaned forward, eager for more.
Old Man: "And she even cooked for the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger."
The old man's eyes sparkled with pride.
Old Man: "When Gol D. Roger visited TuTu Island many years ago, he dined at Arata's restaurant. She prepared a dish that left the Pirate King in awe. He declared it the best meal he had ever tasted. That was a moment of great honour for Arata."
Kaito leaned back, processing the information.
Kaito: "No wonder Sora is so dedicated. She's carrying on Arata's legacy."
The old man nodded.
Old Man: "Yes, but it's not just about cooking for Sora. She feels a deep responsibility to honour Arata's memory and uphold the standards her mentor set. It's a heavy burden, especially with all the pressure from the competition and the expectations of others."
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One Piece (Male Reader)
FanfictionFollow Doku D' Y/N on his journey to the Grand Line to become Pirate King. Immerse into the experience where you make great friends and dangerous foes in the world of One Piece. I DO NOT OWN ONE PIECE. All rights belong to their proper owners.