On an unnamed isnd in the New World a peaceful spring isnd with a mild climate that never ges, two of the most legendary pirates in the world were sitting under a sakura tree.

  One of them was Gol D. Roger, retly ed the Pirate King by the Wover. The other was her than Edward "Whitebeard" e, the man known as the world's stro.

  e, a t figure who looked almost like a giant as he sat beh the tree, drank from a massive bowl of sake. By pariser appeared far more ordinary, his stature nothing remarkable. But the air around the two men buzzed with history, rivalry, and mutual respect.

  They sat opposite one another, sipping from their bowls, chatting like old friends.

  Roger ae had a unique bond—rivals on the seas, but with deep mutual respect. This meeting wasn't for battle or business. Roger had e to say his final farewell.

  "As for Oden," Ran with a smile, "I'm pretty sure he's already ba Wano. He seemed to have some urgent matters to take care of. It looks like his father isn't going to return him to you. If you still want him aboard, you'll have to go to Wano a him yourself."

  e drained his bowl in one gulp and grimaced. "What kind of booze is this? It's terrible!"

  "Terrible?!" Roger looked offended. "This is from my hometown! I brought it with me all the way from East Blue. It's been aging for over 20 years. I saved it just for this occasion, to share it with you! And you call it terrible?"

  Roger took another swig and smacked his lips. "Man, this taste really takes me back."

  e, despite his pints, poured himself another bowl of the East Blue sake. He wasn't oo waste good liquor.

  "How are Oden and the boy doing?" e asked, his tone softening a little.

  "They're doing well," Roger replied with a warm smile.

  e chuckled, a rare smile fshing across his face. "Good. Oden's not really cut out to be a pirate. It's best for him to stay in Wano. His journey ended with you, didn't it?"

  Roger looked at him, then ughed. "Family's the most important thing, huh?"

  "You got that right," e nodded. "Oden's found his treasure. He doesn't o keep searg for anything else."

  Roger took another sip, smiling. "Well, I've told you what I came to say. You'll figure the rest out on your own."

  The two pirates shared a few more drinks before e finally sher a look and asked, "So why'd you call me out here, anyway? Just to show off that shiitle of yours? If you're here to rub 'Pirate King' in my face, I'll sink you to the bottom of the sea."

  "Ahahahaha! You think you mahat? My bounty is more than double yours now!" Rhed heartily.

  e scowled, not pleased. "You wanhat out?"

  Although Whitebeard didn't care much for titles, having Roger wear the of "Pirate King" irked him a little. If Roger kept bragging, he'd have no choice but to teach him a lesson.

  But before e could say anything more, Rrinned and said softly, "I came to say farewell."

  "Huh?" e's grin faded, repced by fusion. "What are you talking about? Are you afraid of something? Since when do you talk like this?"

  "I don't have much time left," Roger said, his smile unwavering. "I'm not going to waste what little time I have left fighting with you over meanihings."

  e's frown deepened as he tried to make sense er's words.

  "I'm terminally ill," Roger expined calmly. "It's been years si started, and now I 't stop it anymore."

  "That's why you were in such a hurry to find Raftel," e said after a long pause.

  "Exactly," Roger nodded. "You remember my real name, don't you?"

  "Ger?" e raised an eyebrow.

  "No, you idiot. It's Gol D. Roger. Don't you remember?" Rhed, but there was an iy in his voice.

  e smirked. "The neers don't print it that way."

  "That's because the Wover has been hiding it," Roger expined. "It's ected to Raftel. There's a massive secret there. But we were too early. The world's not ready for what we found. Maybe in 20 years, everything will ge."

  e stared at Roger, his expression unreadable. "What are you getting at?"

  Roger's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You want to know the secret of Raftel? I could tell you. Want to hear it?"

  e looked like he was ready to punch Roger in the face. But instead, he shook his head. "If I want to know, I'll find Raftel myself. I don't need a dying man to tell me."

  "Still so proud," Roger chuckled. "But that's why I like you. We all have our treasures to find on the sea, don't we? Yours is your family. You've already found it, haven't you?"

  e ighe question, taking another sip from his bowl.

  After a moment of silence, Roger spoke again. "But I'll tell you ohing—it's , but the name 'D' is special. You should pay attention to it."

  "D?" e frowned. "I've got a guy on my crew with that each."

  "Maybe someone like him will find the treasure I've left behind. I'm waiting for that person," Roger said with a soft smile.

  "Waiting, huh?" e muttered, not asking any more questions.

  After a few more words exged between them, Roger dowhe st of his sake, ae knew what that meant. Roger was about to leave, and this would be the st time they would ever meet.

  "Ahahahaha! So, how was it? The sake from my hometown wasn't so bad, right?" Roger asked with a ugh.

  e finished his drink as well, smiling. "Just like you—unfettable."

  "That's good to hear. I've told you enough, and I've had my fun. Now, it's time for me to go. The Roger Pirates… we're disbanding. This sea belongs to you now."

  "Get the hell out of here," e grinned. "Y to piss me off with that line?"

  Roger didn't respond. He simply stood up, and with his trademark carefree swagger, walked away. When he was almost out of sight, he waved, not looking back. That was his goodbye.

  "Farewell, Roger," e whispered softly, watg his old friend disappear from view.