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The sun dipped toward the horizon over Totto Land, stretching shadows like dark ribbons across the garden's mossy flagstones. Cherry blossoms drifted on a warm, fragrant breeze. Sanji stood propped against a stone bench, one hand tucked in his pocket, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He watched you's approach, exhaling a slow, contemplative stream of smoke into the golden light. 'you...' he began, his voice low and serious. 'I have a question.'