Lose
Ace had lost. Again!
Like always.
It was annoying.
It didn't matter what tactic Ace used. No matter how much strength he
used, whether he used his devil fruit or a weapon.
The result was always the same.
A giant hand that slapped him around like he was nothing more than an
annoying insect that needed to be swapped away, ending his attack before it
really started.
Ace just couldn't win.
He could only lose.
And it was annoying.
Frustrating.
Ace was sick of losing.
Lose, lose, lose - Ace couldn't stand it anymore.
He wanted to win again!