PART 1 — Foosha Never Sleeps
Foosha Village woke the way it always did—slowly, reluctantly, with the sea breathing in and out against the docks like it was still deciding whether the day was worth starting.
A gull screamed overhead.
Someone dropped a crate.
A door creaked open.
And Monkey D. Luffy was already sprinting across a rooftop.
"HEY—!" a woman shouted from below. "GET DOWN FROM THERE!"
Luffy didn't slow. He laughed, bare feet slapping against weathered tiles as he leapt the gap between buildings with a whoop, arms stretched wide like he might take off if he tried hard enough. He landed hard, skidded, windmilled, then kept going, momentum carrying him into a handstand against a chimney.
"One! Two! Three!" he counted loudly, upside down.
A broom smacked the wall beneath him.
"DON'T DO THAT ON MY HOUSE!"
"Okay!" Luffy said cheerfully, already flipping off and vaulting to the next roof.
Below, Foosha Village stirred into irritation.
"Where's that boy's parents—"
"Someone grab him—"
"He's gonna break his neck one of these days—"
Luffy dropped down into the street in a rolling tumble that kicked up dust, popped back to his feet, and immediately veered toward the bakery.
He skidded inside before the door was fully open.
"MEAT!" he shouted.
Makino didn't even look up from the counter. "It's too early."
Luffy leaned halfway over the counter, grinning. "What about bread meat?"
"There's no such thing."
"What about meat bread?"
"That's still just bread."
Luffy frowned like this was a personal betrayal. "That's dumb."
Makino sighed, slid a loaf across the counter anyway, and watched as Luffy grabbed it with both hands and stuffed nearly half of it into his mouth at once.
Crumbs exploded everywhere.
"Chew," she said flatly.
Luffy chewed for exactly two seconds before bouncing on his heels, eyes already drifting toward the door. He swallowed, choked a little, coughed, laughed, and waved.
"Thanks!" he said, already backing out. "I'll bring money later!"
"You said that yesterday!"
"And I meant it yesterday!"
The door swung shut behind him.
Outside, Luffy tore off a chunk of bread and flung it into his mouth while jogging backward down the street, narrowly missing a fisherman carrying nets.
"WATCH IT!"
"Sorry!" Luffy said, not slowing at all.
He pivoted suddenly, sprinted forward, then leapt—hands catching a low tree branch near the square. He swung once, twice, then pulled himself up, legs kicking uselessly for a moment before he scrambled onto the branch and perched there like a bird that had forgotten how to sit still.
He took one bite of bread.
Then another.
Then dropped the rest without noticing and hopped down again.
The bread hit the dirt.
A dog stared at it.
Luffy was already gone.
He raced past the docks, leapt onto a piling, balanced with arms out, then jumped to the next. He laughed when he wobbled, laughed harder when he nearly fell, then deliberately jumped down into the sand just to feel the impact.
He rolled, popped up, brushed sand off his shorts, and immediately started punching the air.
"Gomu Gomu—" he muttered, then stopped, scowling. "Nah."
He shadowboxed anyway, fists snapping out in quick, sloppy bursts. No target. No pattern. Just movement. When his arms started to ache, he switched to kicks. When his legs burned, he dropped and did push-ups, counting wrong on purpose.
"Seven! Eight! Eleven!"
A fisherman paused nearby, pipe dangling from his mouth. "Kid," he said slowly, "what're you doin'?"
Luffy looked up from the dirt, sweat already streaking down his face. "Dunno!"
"…You trainin'?"
Luffy pushed himself up, considered that, then shook his head. "Nope."
"Then why—"
Luffy shrugged, already stretching his arms overhead. "Sittin' around's boring."
He grinned wide, teeth flashing.
The fisherman stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head and walked off.
By the time the sun cleared the rooftops, Foosha Village was fully awake.
And Luffy still hadn't stopped moving.