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The man they fought had been another nameless pirate out the hundreds before. It wasn't the man Sanji cursed to hell and back, no, it was the Devil Fruit he had. Sanji swore the Grand Line hated him, but not as much as Sanji hated himself.
Especially when coming face to face with the what-if that haunted his dreams the most. The Rock carried a heavy stone in his gut, but faced with the very manifestation of himself with no filter, no emotions, and a vendetta against him was a living nightmare come to life.
"Well, well," The man before the crew grinned, bright blues crinkled in mirth just like Sanji's own, but there was something dark behind those eyes, "What a treat for me."
"Who are you?" But Sanji already knew exactly who this person was. With hair black as the void and grin far too sharp to be considered anything but cruel. The doppelganger before him could only be the horror Sanji feared he could have become:
"You can call me Stealth Black."