Yesterday's Tomorrow
One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei. He is not me.
"Weak! Weak!"
"Will you stop saying that already!"
"Nope."
"You are the most infuriating woman I have ever met."
"Thank you so much. No dinner tonight."
"Dammit!"
"And I was planning something special, too. Poor you."
"A real swordswoman would beat me up instead of not letting me have dinner. You've gotten really domestic."
"So what if I cook?! Is that some sort of crime? If I didn't cook, we would have to eat whatever crap you can whip up."
"It's not bad, really! I just never thought you were this feminine… I suppose it snuck up on me."
"Cooking is not feminine. Cleaning is feminine. That's why I'm making you clean up tonight, too."
"Why do you get to decide who does what?!"
"Because I can bet you up with one third the amount of weaponry."
"There is that, I suppose."
"You suppose? That's it, I am so kicking your ass!"
"Bring it on! I'll definitely beat you this time!"
"Good try! I was almost worried there in the beginning."
"Grrr…"
"Don't sweat it. You're just weak."
"I am not! I defeated like a hundred pirates yesterday! At once!"
"Those guys? Please. If their captain hadn't had a nice bounty we wouldn't have touched them."
"I know that. I also know that I'm not weak!"
"Keep telling yourself that. You'll never even touch Hawk-Eyes at this level. We both have to improve."
"Hah. You're telling me…"
"Oh, I forgot to mention. I made reservations at the floating restaurant since we'd be in the area. We'll have dinner there tomorrow."
"…You're the best, Kuina."
"Not yet, Zoro. Not yet."