Solivagant and Shattered (?) Chapter 1: Insanity, an one piece fanfic

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I had to rewrite this three whole times, and it's a fucking pain in the ass.

Warnings for this chapter:

Graphic Depictions of Voilence

Stabbing

Self-harm

Panic attac

"Luffy, there's a floating body!", Usopp cried out, his head protruding over the railing. The body in question was laying on a disintegrated boat floating amidst the ocean in the stormy weather, battered and bruised. A grimace of pain contorted its face, making Ussop shudder. He didn't know if this stranger was alive, but his injuries were severe.

His words seemed to ring in the ears of Luffy as he immediately dashed beside Usopp, a glint of excitement glistering in his effervescent pair of eyes. Luffy was thrilled at the prospect of a probable acquaintance; he always loved meeting new people.

Luffy let out a playful shout of "Gomu Gomu no Grab!" which echoed through the silent deck. With a gleam of exuberance in his eyes, his arm stretched out and wrapped around the stranger's ankle. With a jolt of his wrist, Luffy pulled the stranger towards the deck before carelessly letting go of him with a wide grin on his face. The exhausted figure fell with a loud thump, landing with a grunt on the grassy deck. But Luffy seemed too excited to pay attention to the man's fragile condition, instead letting out a cheer.

Chopper's voice was tinged with worry as he emerged from the medical bay with a small kit in hand. "Luffy, be careful with him!" he scolded, his voice raising slightly.

Luffy was quick to acknowledge his mistake, his wide grin remaining plastered on his face. "Gomen, gomen," he apologized, chuckling.

The crewmates, in a state of confusion over the man's drastic appearance, were all gathered around him, attempting to understand what had happened to the newcomer. Some of them were questioning the man's background, while others were more focused on examining his wounds and his abused state. The only two people that were apart from the group were Zoro and Robin, who distanced themselves away but still observed intently. Zoro, having heard the commotion outside, decided to come down from the Crow's Nest and train outside instead, where he could watch the situation unfold before him. He wore a stoic expression as he swung his equipment steadily, eying the body with attention. Robin, on the other hand, stood in between the Kitchen's doorframe, her crossed arms wrapping around the book she was initially reading. She tried her best to stay under the sheltered room, not wanting to unnecessarily get drenched in the violent storm.

Despite being wounded and barely conscious, the man was nonetheless still breathing, his chest heaving sharply with short, labored breaths escaping his parted lips. The man's entire body was covered in bruises and fresh wounds, with blood staining his pale skin. His fatigue-stricken figure was shrouded with used bandages around his head, chest, thighs, and forearms. Some of the bandages were falling apart, unable to cope with the absurdity of his abuse.

The disheveled man cut an odd figure with his unruly, jet-black hair that reached barely past his shoulders, each strand uneven and poorly cut, tangled together in a mess. He wore a slightly oversized, once-white shirt that was now faded grey, stained with dirt and dried blood. The bandages wrapped around his body were in poor condition, unraveling at the seams and needing to be replaced. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, with dark shadows under his closed eyes that seemed to amplify his sleep-deprived gaze. When the group peered closer, they couldn't help but notice a small bandage under his left eye, but they decided to not think much of it.

"What the hell happened to him...?" Nami pondered with compassion as she examined the abject man, shuddering at thepitiful sight.

"Saa-naa..." Chopper sighed, his eyes filled with sympathy as he considered the pain this man had likely gone through, "But it doesn't matter! All I know is that he needs help, and I'll provide it as best I can." Chopper's compassionate frown curled upwards, each word elucidated a sense of resoluteness coming from a determined doctor that desired best for his patients.

Nami couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security when she saw Chopper's confidence and determination in treating the injured man. She felt grateful to have such a skilled doctor on their side, who was always ready to take on any challenge that came their way. "I'll leave it to you, Chopper," she said, giving him a warm smile. "You're the best."

"Nami-swaaan! Am I the best too?!" Sanji suddenly interjected with infatuated eyes that gazed at the ravishing woman before him. He was so enthralled by her that he failed to notice the bonding conversation going in between her and Chopper.

Nami turned to Sanji with a visible flicker of annoyance and frustration. Her expression turned to a scowl as she rolled her eyes and responded with a sarcastic, dismissive tone, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're the best." Her tone held little to no sincerity, and it was clear that she was frustrated with Sanji's rude interruption.

"I love you too, my Mellorine! " he responded in an excited, shrilled tone, delusionally interpreting Nami's statement as a confession.

Nami felt the unbearable urge to punch the wits out of Sanji.

Just as she was about to castigate, Zoro stepped in, his voice laced with a hint of reproach as he commented, "Damn deluded Cook." His tone was calm, yet expressing absolute offense towards Sanji, his intent clear as day to those who knew him well. His stoic and fierce expression revealed the faintest trace of a cocky smile, confidentially proud of himself for pestering the cook once again.

Sanji's heart-eyes dropped into a riled and furious stare, his face twisting into a glower. "Konoyarou..." he replies, teeth clenching together, "You asking for a fight, you broken compass?! I'll barbeque you for tonight's dinner!"

"I'd like to see you try, Curly Brow. You won't even have the chance to lay a toe on me before you get sliced into slits."

"You pathetic mess of swords—"

Nami swiftly stepped between Sanji and Zoro, her voice rising in anger as she yelled at the pair. "Iikagen ni shite!" She raised a hand, and before Sanji or Zoro could react, she delivered two quick and powerful punches to the men's heads, sending them both stumbling backwards.

Zoro gritted his teeth as he rubbed his sore head, muttering under his breath. "That witch..." he growled, his expression darkening. He wasn't used to being punched by women, and the sting of the impact still lingered on his skin.

Sanji, however, was beaming with glee as he gazed at Nami's determined expression, his eyes glittering with admiration. He was used to her fiery temper, and her quick reaction only endeared him to her even more.

As Nami nagged at the pair, Chopper, using his Devil fruit ability to transform into his 'heavy point', had already carried the unconscious man to his medical bay, and was now preparing to treat him. Luffy, eager to see what his friend was up to, followed him nosily, his eyes wide in anticipation. As long as he didn't disturb during the procedure, Chopper was fine with it.

Chopper carefully placed the body flat against the soft, white mattress of the bed. He transformed back into his puny form and proceeded to rummage through his medical kit, then taking out a number of supplies: A roll of bandages, bottle of sedatives and painkillers, a syringe, and a stethoscope. Luffy could only stare at Chopper in confusion, trying to decipher what items he had taken out. He didn't know what they were, nor did he bother to know; he wouldn't understand if Chopper had explained it to him anyway. Chopper carefully placed a stethoscope on the man's chest, listening intently, the sound of the man's heart beating faintly in his ears.

Luffy, growing steadily more restless, grew frustrated that Chopper was not filling him in on what was happening. He tapped his foot on the floor as he let out a strained groan of boredom, impatiently awaiting something to happen.

Chopper could sense Luffy's boredom, and decided to try to satisfy his friend's curiosity. "Well Luffy, the patient is on the verge of death, so immediate medical treatment is required. I'm going to treat his wounds, make sure that it won't get infected, then replace his bandages and inject some painkillers and sedatives for his recovery. All he really needs after that is rest, so it would be appreciated if you do not disturb him," Chopper explained firmly.

"Even if I do disturb, I doubt he's going to wake up," Luffy bluntly scoffed, not taking the situation seriously.

"Luffy! Ugh.." Chopper slapped his forehead, getting frustrated. "You understood everything I just said right?"

"It's basically just a mystery treatment."

Chopper blinked a few times at his captain's illogical statement. He knew Luffy wasn't the type to perceive his explanation. He sighed in relinquishment, wondering why the hell he decided to follow such a dense captain. "Just... Just promise you won't disturb during the process. That's all you have to do," Chopper requested.

"Okay! Just don't make it too boring, or I might die out of boredom," Luffy offered him a bright, freewheeling smirk, and Chopper simply rolled his eyes at his answer.

It's been two hours.

"Ugh..." The man groaned awake, his sealed, heavy eyes slowly separated, revealing a bloodshot and bleary pair of eyes. A confused breath escaped his throat when the harsh ray of light flooded his vision, adding on to the already immense pain coursing through his body. He noticed that he was someplace different, and he strained to recall his memories, to make sense of his current situation. But his mind drew a blank, and he couldn't remember a single thing. He could feel the bandages wrapping around his injuries, and he couldn't help but wonder if someone had treated him. His movements were feeble and his body was clearly exhausted, but he still managed to push himself upright into a sitting position. His head throbbed unbearably at the movement, his vision cloudy once more as he struggled to focus, and he rubbed them in a futile attempt to clear the fuzziness.

"Oh! You're awake!"

The man heard a sudden voice emerging from the silence, startling him. He quickly shifted his gaze to the direction of the sound, and is met with an unexpected and blurry sight of a small, young-looking figure. It was a child. Was it a child? He couldn't really tell...

"Who are you?" the stranger opens his mouth, speaking for the first time since he regained consciousness. He doesn't even pause to consider the consequences of his actions, instead allowing the words to slip out in the heat of the moment. His mind races with questions, wondering how he ended up in this strange place and who was responsible for his treatment. His trust in others has been depleted, and he can't help but be skeptical of these two figures that stand before him. He wants to believe that they helped him out of kindness, but experience has taught him to always be wary of the motives of others.

Maybe he was overreacting. He was thinking too much.

"Watshi Ha Tony Tony Chopper desu! (I am Tony Tony Chopper!)"

The man's world immediately darkened at those words.

Chopper?

The man's eyes widened. His heart raced, thumping against his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. The name echoed in his mind, bringing with it a surge of horror so strong it felt like it was physically crushing him. He couldn't breathe, and he wasn't sure if it was panic, fear, or sheer agony that made him gasping for air. His world was spinning, and all he could focus on was his heart aching. The name continued to resound in his mind like a dirge, a constant reminder of the pain that threatened to consume him.

No. He needs to get out of here.

His face.

Chopper's face. It was breaking him.

Chopper immediately sensed the man's abrupt change in demeanor, and a wave of concern for him kicked-in. He had no idea of what had triggered him to fall into a state of a panic attack, but he held no hesitation within him when he rushed forward with the intent to help the man. He raised a hoof, attempting to touch the man's shoulder as he said, "Hey, hey. Calm do—"

"NO! Don't come near me! Don't touch me!" the man interruptted Chopper's attempt to pacify him with a shocking vehemence, startling those present. His distraught caused him to promptly yank the doctor's hand away and stumble back, his back hitting the wall with an audible thud. Instantly, he curled up into a ball on the bed, raising his knees to his chest and leaning his head between them. He clutched at his hair, gripping it tightly with desperation and brutality while he struggled with the overwhelming and terrifying emotions that gripped him.

Chopper gathered himself, feeling his frustration building up within him as he watched the man's visible distress. He knew he had to stay calm and focused if he was going to help the man. He took a deep breath and steadied his nerves, making a decision to put forth even more effort in order to help the man through his panic. He was determined to help him, no matter what — it was his job as a doctor to provide care and comfort to those in need, and he refused to give up on this man.

Luffy, on the other hand, found himself intrigued by the situation. He had never seen anyone react this way before, nor had he ever experienced such emotion himself. As he watched the man's distress, Luffy could sense the concern in Chopper's movements and hear the worry in his voice. Despite not understanding why the man was reacting this way, Luffy remained fascinated by the situation. He sat on the blue work chair in front of Chopper's desk, his chin resting on the backrest as his wide eyes took in everything that happened before him.

"Chopper. What the hell is happening to him?" Luffy leaned his head closer to Chopper, his voice dropping into a whisper.

"Panic attack," Chopper answered in a rushed manner, his eyes fixated on the man while his thoughts rummaged with ways to calm him down, too occupied to entertain Luffy.

Luffy couldn't help but notice that he didn't even glance back at him, and found himself disappointed at the lack of attention he was getting. "What's that?" he asked, attempting to continue the conversation.

"It's when someone experiences a brief episode of intense anxiety, often triggered by something sensitive or personal. It causes one to feel the physical sensations of fear," Chopper's gaze finally shifted towards Luffy as he explained, his serious expression unchanging.

Luffy's mere response was a raise of his brow, unable to perceive Chopper's explanation.

Upon noticing his silence and confusion, Chopper let out a frustrated sigh as he shook his head. "Just imagine. Sanji takes away meat from you forever, tells you you won't ever eat it anymore. You'd start to panic because meat is something you have a strong adoration and love for, so you don't want it to get taken away from you. Let's say Sanji sees you panicking, and decides to give you meat as comfort for you, so you start to feel relaxed again. A panic attack is when an agonizing feeling gets too overwhelming, but it's only for a short period of time and won't last forever," Chopper explained, allowing Luffy to understand him better with the scene he had just described, "But this is only one example. There are a lot more scenarios that can trigger a person."

Luffy's eyes widened at the despairing thought, his head rising up from the backrest of the chair. "Oi! Don't jinx me like that!" he idiotically raised his voice, his tone filled with agitation.

"There was no other way to make you understand," Chopper replied with a slight smile, "Well, at least you can actually help me with knowing the reason as to why he is acting that way."

Chopper's eyes widened and he let out a gasp. What the hell was he thinking? Having small talk while the man over there was having a panic attack? He immediately turned his head towards the man, only to spot that he was repeatedly rocking back and forth, muttering incoherent and shaky words to himself — an exact replicant of a lunatic.

Chopper advanced towards the man, aware of the need to tread carefully. His movements are slow and cautious, seeking to avoid any action that may further agitate the already horrified man. He placed his hooves on the edge of the bed, leaning in close as he stared intently at the man, fully focused on the stranger.

"YAMETE! YAMETE! YAMETE KUDASAI! (STOP! STOP! STOP PLEASE!)" the man wailed when he noticed Chopper approaching, shrinking back even further to avoid him.

Chopper approached the man with an empathetic look on his face, his voice calming and reassuring. "Hey, relax," he says, "It's okay. You're safe here. You're not alone." He takes a deep breath and continues, "I know you're not in the right mindset right now, and that's okay. We're here to help you feel better. Please take a deep breath. Everything will be okay." Chopper's words are filled with empathy and understanding, and he does his best to comfort the man in his time of need. He hopes that his words will be able to reach the man, reassuring him that he is not alone and that there is help available to him.

The man's response was unexpected, his voice rising to a shrill pitch as he screamed, "URUSAI (SHUT UP)! YOU ARE NOT REAL! THIS IS JUST ANOTHER NIGHTMARE!" His hands heavily dropped to the sheets, his fists clenching at the fabric in a viscious grip, his breath coming in heaves as the emotions overwhelmed him. His wild eyes are boring into both Chopper and Luffy, his face contorted with an unimaginable sense of fear and panic.

Chopper took a step back at the intense reaction, his face twisting into an expression of concern and uncertainty at the man's sentence. "What? I—I promise you that this is all real! You aren't dreaming!" he attempted to reassure once again, his words shaky and holding little confidence. Having a panic attack was one thing, but believing that this was all unreal was downright mental.

Chopper's words did not seem to register with the man, whose wild-eyed gaze remained fixed ahead of him, staring into nothingness. His body was shaking violently, and sweat was dripping down from every pore, soaking into the sheets beneath him. The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him as he struggled to breathe, and he was completely consumed by the fear and anxiety and panic and frustration and— he didn't even know anymore. The mix of emotions was too much to handle. It seemed as though he was on the brink of a complete mental and emotional breakdown, and his desperation was written all over his face and his body.

This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.

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This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare.

he forces himself to believe it.

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does he really want to wake up?

The man's chanting and repeated words became clear to Chopper,and he began to feel a surge of uneasiness crawl up his spine. The man's continuous chanting and the way he was staring at nothingness with such intensity, it was all starting to scare Chopper. He couldn't quite put his hoof on it, but there was something in the man's glare that made him uneasy. And that unsettling look was becoming more and more apparent as the man's muttering grew louder and more frenzied.

Chopper became increasingly desperate as the man's behavior quickly became erratic. "Please calm down," Chopper pleaded, his voice tinged with fear. "This is not just a dream or a nightmare. You're scaring me!" The chanting, the wild eyes, the desperate pleas, it was all too much. Chopper could sense the danger inherent in the situation and knew that he had to act quickly or risk unimaginable consequences.

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he wants to scream, he wants to break his own throat.

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Why are you so weak, L—

"IF IT'S REAL, PROVE IT TO ME!" he shouted, his eyes widening and his face contorting in frustration. It was almost as if he was trying to escape from his own thoughts, trying to escape from thinking of his own name. His name? He wasn't sure if he remembered it correctly. It wasn't as if he wanted to anyway; his own name was a disgrace, an ugly remembrance. The man was clearly in the midst of a full-blown panic attack, and it seemed that no amount of reassurance or comfort could truly penetrate through to him. The uncertainty was starting to take a toll on Chopper's own emotional state, and he could feel the intensity of the situation bearing down on him as well.

"What? How are we supposed to prove i—"

As Chopper's words were about to leave his mouth, the man was quick to interject before he could even finish speaking. "HIT ME!" he screamed, his desperation mounting. "Just hurt me! Dreams don't hurt, right?!" His resolve to know if he was truly awake was palpable, and he was willing to go to extreme lengths to find out.

However,

the man was actually aware that this was all real.

He could feel the pain pulsating under his bandages. He could feel the pain throbbing in his head. He could feel the pain cramping his muscles. He could feel the pain squeezing his lungs. He could feel the pain aching in his heart. It was all encompassing, permeating every part of his body.

He was in denial.

He refused to believe it. He tells himself the pain was imaginary, that his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Really? I can punch you?" Luffy tittered, his frown spreading into a wide smile as he stared at the man.

"No! Don't. Don't be crazy, Luffy," Chopper scolded, immediately glaring at Luffy with a stiff and stern expression. Resorting to violence was out of Chopper's list — the last thing he wanted was someone to get hurt.

Luffy's mouth gaped open in disbelief as he replied, "He's the one that's crazy, not me!"

Chopper's attention returned to the man, who was still anxiously waiting for their answer. Chopper remained adamant; he was not going to yield to the man's request. He shook his head as he declared, "No. I will not hurt you. I can't. You are still healing."

Everything else becomes muffled.

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The man was in a state of turmoil, his breathing quick and shallow, and his eyes darting around the room as he tried to orient himself. The man's vision was blurred, and his head was swimming, but he managed to see something that caught his attention on the desk opposite. There were numerous objects lying on the surface, and Chopper couldn't quite make out what the man's intentions were. Whatever he was planning to do, it was clear that he was not in a state to be doing anything normal, and it was causing Chopper concern.

Chopper didn't even get the chance to blink before the man pounced towards the desk. He was so focused on retrieving the item that he failed to notice Luffy, who was still sitting on the work chair in front of the table. The man moved with a suddenness that caught Luffy off guard, and before he could even react, the man collided into him. The chair he was sitting on was sent flying towards its side, and Luffy tumbled out of it as he landed onto the ground with a grunt. Despite the sudden and sharp pain of his wounds reopening, the man mustered up all his strength and raised a shaky hand, attempting to reach out for the item he wished to hold.

Finally.

He got it.

He finally got the pocket knife.

Chopper's eyes dilated in pure shock as he saw the man's fingers curling tightly around the knife, and he let out a horrified gasp, unable to contain the sheer horror of the realization.

Luffy, instantly picking up on the severity of the situation, narrowed his eyes as he watched the man from the ground, his previously nonchalant attitude replaced with one of genuine concern and seriousness. His face contorted with a deep sense of unease, his brows furrowed and his teeth gritted.

The man places his palm flat against the table.

"Oi, yamero! Don't do it—" Luffy's words came to a sudden halt as a blood-curdling scream filled the small room, echoing around them with such intensity that it left Luffy and Chopper utterly speechless. The silence stretched out as they processed the violence unfolding in front of them, their minds racing with questions about what they were seeing.

It was too late.

His hand shuddered against the blade of the knife as it penetrated deeper into his bandaged palm, filthy and bright-red blood beginning to pool on the table beneath his hand. The pain he was experiencing was nothing short of unbearable, yet he found himself wanting more and more. It was wrong. He knew it, but the feeling was too addicting. It wasn't enough. The man finally pulled the knife out of his palm, the bogging sound of flesh and blood echoed in the silent-stricken room. He held it up high, the blade still directed to his palm, refusing to let it go.

Chopper felt a sudden wave of nausea at the gruesome image before him, his stomach turning as he tried to process what he was seeing. Despite the horror of it all, he remained silent, unable to utter a word, locked in a state of shock alongside Luffy. They both felt frozen, incapable of coming to terms with the insanity that had just unfolded before their eyes. The gravity of the man's instability was beyond anything they could have imagined, leaving them to wonder if he had sunk even lower. The only sounds in the room were the sound of heavy breathing and the faint drip of blood pooling on the floor.

Just as the pair thought that the man was done, the knife that he held above his head drove down onto his palm once again, this time fraught with all his strength. He continued stabbing the knife through his palm with a viciousness that made it almost impossible for him to stop. With every jab, a deep, guttural grunt escaped through his gritted teeth as blood splattered from the knife, his eyes laced with a pulsating sense of madness.

Being completely shaken from the mortifying sight before him, Chopper could only stand there and try to manage his own stability. No matter how much he wanted to approach the man and stop him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Luffy, on the other hand, has seen enough. Seeing his own friend on the brink of breaking down, seeing someone brutally and stupidly harming himself, it was all escalating too far.

He needed to take matters into his own hands.

Luffy's swift and decisive movements left no room for error or hesitation. He immediately lunged towards the man, tackling him to the ground. Chopper's cries fell on deaf ears as he focused solely on stopping the self-inflicted violence before it continued any further. With one swift motion, Luffy grabbed the man's wrists and pinned them beside the man's head, his large frame intimidating and warning the man that the situation was serious. The unexpectedness of Luffy's actions caused the man to drop the knife, the metallic thud of the blade hitting the wooden floor adding to the tension in the air. Luffy's whole figure loomed over the man, a silent warning that showed he was serious about putting a stop to the man's actions.

"LET ME GO—"

Luffy's tone was urgent and firm as he spoke, his grip on the man's wrists growing tighter. "This has gone too far! You're only hurting yourself! You need to stop this! You're not going to get anywhere by harming yourself!" he pleaded, his words filled with a mix of distress and anger. Luffy expected some sort of verbal response from the man, some sort of indication that he was listening and willing to turn away from his dangerous actions. However, at that very moment, the man's erratic behavior suddenly ceased. He went completely still, his wide-eyes boring into Luffy's face. Luffy couldn't help but wonder if he had actually succeeded in getting through to the man or if he was just biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"W-who are you?" the man asked, his voice dropping into a whisper.

Luffy's brows furrowed in confusion as he was caught off-guard by the sudden question from the man. The man's erratic behavior and state of panic had initially caused him to be completely unaware of Luffy's presence, too deep into his own overwhelming feelings and emotions to notice anything else.

"I'm Luffy!" he answered, a slight smile forming on his face, "So is everything good no—"

Luffy was in the middle of a sentence when suddenly, the man pushed his wrists upwards with surprising force, effortlessly overpowering Luffy's grip on him. Luffy had lowered his guard when he was aware of the man's critical state, not expecting him to possess such strength. His grip was powerful, one that most people wouldn't have been able to break free from. Yet, this man had done just that, tackling Luffy to the ground and flipping their positions. Luffy let out a surprised yelp as the man sat on top of him, his hand swiftly grabbing the knife that lay right beside them.

Knives. Luffy's weakness. Something his Devil Fruit couldn't rebound.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Luffy shouted when he saw the man grab hold of the knife, not wanting to think of the potential dangers. Despite his best efforts to try and escape beneath the man, the man overpowered Luffy, and he started to realize that it was way too strong for a severely injured person.

The man's lunacy returned, his eyes fraught with sheer anger. "FUZAKENNA (Stop bullshitting)! YOU AREN'T LUFFY!" he screamed, his other hand wrapping around his clenched fist gripping around the knife. The blade threateningly pointed down onto Luffy's chest as the man elevated the knife higher, preparing to stab Luffy.

"Oi, yamero! I am Luffy!" he shouted at the sight of the knife, not wanting the situation to escalate any further.

But the man does not listen.