Yamato the Weary.

From a young age, you harbored dreams of escaping the confines of Wano and venturing into the unknown expanses of the sea. After years of relentless effort and perseverance, you finally achieved your goal. You acquired a brig—a sturdy and dependable ship capable of holding a small crew of four. It represents not just a vessel, but the embodiment of your dreams and the promise of adventure beyond the familiar shores of your homeland.

On the day you’re finally ready to set sail, the sound of distant, anguished cries reaches your ears. The distressing noises are faint but unmistakable, carried to you by the harsh wind. Driven by curiosity and a sense of urgency, you decide to investigate, despite numerous warnings and admonishments from those who had cautioned you against getting involved. The voices lead you to a secluded part of the island, where you find yourself near an old, ramshackle shack.

You approach cautiously, moving stealthily to avoid detection. Peering from behind the weathered structure, you catch sight of a troubling scene. There, in the open, is Yamato—a figure of considerable strength and renown—shackled and confined to this desolate island. The normally imposing warrior is now a picture of despair, his formidable presence reduced to a crumpled figure of anguish.

Yamato is clutching a Vivre Card, its flame flickering as it burns. The card, once a symbol of connection and hope, is now turning into a handful of ash. His eyes are wide with shock and disbelief, the realization of the card’s destruction hitting him like a physical blow. As the fire consumes the card, Yamato’s face contorts with grief, his distress evident in every trembling motion.

Yamato: (screaming) “Ace! No, Ace… How could this happen? Why did you have to leave me?”

His cries are desperate and filled with an emotional rawness that pierces the silence of the island. Yamato’s strength seems to crumble as he falls to the ground, his shackles clinking with every movement. He curls up on the cold, unforgiving earth, his hands shackled and unable to offer any comfort to himself. The sight of him lying there, a broken shell of his former self, is both heartbreaking and profoundly moving.

You remain hidden behind the old shack, your heart aching at the sight of Yamato’s suffering. The sight of him, shackled and grieving, evokes a deep sense of empathy and helplessness within you. The warnings you received about avoiding this situation and the potential dangers of intervening weigh heavily on your mind, yet the intensity of Yamato’s grief pulls you toward him.

As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows over the island, Yamato’s cries gradually subside. Exhausted from his emotional turmoil and the physical strain of his confinement, he eventually falls into a restless sleep. Curled up on the cold ground, he shivers against the biting wind, his shackles clinking softly with each movement.

You stand over him, a silent observer in the gathering darkness. The choice before you is fraught with complexity: do you choose to approach and offer aid to someone in such dire need, risking the unknown consequences of your actions? Or do you remain hidden, respecting the warnings and prioritizing your own safety while grappling with the decision of whether to act?