I Sell Gacha Jars in One Piece

The man was slightly heavyset, middle-aged, with a bamboo cane resting across his lap. But what caught Amon's attention above everything else were the two deep scars cutting across his eyes, and the bowl of ramen sitting on the edge of the gambling table.

The moment he saw him, a name surfaced immediately.

Admiral Fujitora. Or rather, the man who would become Admiral Fujitora. He wouldn't hold that rank for another twelve years, not until after the war at Marineford reshaped the upper echelons of the Navy. Right now he was still just a renowned figure. And apparently, he was spending his time in a casino.

Amon recalled dimly that Fujitora had something of a gambling habit in the original story. Whether he was here on assignment or simply passing through on his own time was harder to say. Either way, the man was interesting.

"I'm pressing everything. Big again."

While Amon was still watching, Fujitora shoved the entire mountain of chips in front of him onto the table. Amon estimated at a glance that it was somewhere in the tens of millions of Berries. A substantial bet by anyone's measure. Rain Dinners saw its share of high rollers, but they typically stayed in the private rooms. Throwing that kind of money down in the open hall on a simple high-low game was another matter entirely. And what made it truly remarkable was that Fujitora had started from a ten-Berry chip. Thirteen consecutive wins, compounding each time, had carried him to where he sat now.

The dealer standing across from him had been sweating through his uniform for the last several rounds. He was an ordinary employee who had never seen anything like this and had no idea what protocol applied.

"Step aside. I'll handle it."

A calm, unhurried voice came from the direction of the second floor, and a woman in a purple dress descended the staircase like she owned the room.

Amon's attention sharpened as he saw her.

Nico Robin. The one person in Rain Dinners he had most been looking forward to meeting.

She crossed the floor and took her place at the table. Rain Dinners was Baroque Works' most profitable operation, and when someone started making the house look foolish, management eventually had no choice but to escalate. Robin was the casino's resident solution to problems that ordinary staff couldn't resolve. Her Devil Fruit ability let her manipulate dice with precision that no one in the room could detect, which made her effectively unbeatable as a dealer when she chose to be. The floor manager had learned long ago to send for her when things got complicated.

"Ha, a new dealer." Fujitora smiled with good-natured simplicity. He picked up his ramen and resumed eating, apparently unconcerned with whoever sat across from him.

The previous dealer fled the moment Robin took his seat, wiping his forehead with relief. A game at this scale was several leagues above his pay grade.

"You've won quite a lot already, sir," Robin said pleasantly. "Perhaps this would be a good place to stop."

She made no move to start the next round. A few tens of millions leaving the casino was an acceptable loss. What concerned her was the possibility that he would keep going. More than that, something about Fujitora had registered with her the instant she laid eyes on him, a quality she couldn't immediately place but that put her quietly on guard.

"What a gracious young lady." Fujitora's expression didn't change. "I can't see your face, but your kindness comes through clearly enough. I'm afraid, though, that I never leave a game until I've had my fill of it."

"Then by all means, let's continue."

Robin let it go and reached for the cup, shaking the dice before pressing it down onto the felt.

"Big or small, sir?"

Fujitora's ear tilted almost imperceptibly. "Big." He pushed everything forward without hesitation.

The crowd stirred with excitement.

"Big! Come on, big!"

After watching this long, the onlookers had become invested. They wanted the streak to hold.

Robin lifted the cup.

Four, five, six. Fifteen points. Big.

"Another one!"

"That's thirteen in a row! How is that even possible?"

"This blind old man is something else!"

The crowd erupted. Fujitora remained entirely composed, as though the result had simply confirmed what he already knew.

"Again," Robin said evenly, betraying nothing. She picked up the cup and began to shake.

She hadn't interfered in the previous round. She had wanted to determine first whether he was genuinely lucky or cheating by some method she hadn't spotted. She still couldn't tell. But she was certain he knew the result before the cup was lifted, despite not being able to see. That certainty settled the question for her. This round, she would act.

She pressed the cup down and looked across the table with a composed smile.

"Big or small, sir?"

"Thank you, my dear." Fujitora's ear moved again, and the corner of his mouth curved. "Big, once more."

"Big it is. Good luck to you, sir."

Robin's expression remained pleasant, but beneath the table her other hand moved quietly, flower petals blooming unseen against the cup as she prepared to reach inside and rearrange the dice. A simple adjustment, and the game would be over.

But the moment her ability made contact, something stopped her cold.

Her hand became immovable. The power she had extended outward went suddenly, completely inert. She could feel it, but she could not move it. Not even slightly.

The shift in her face was immediate.

A master. A genuine one.

She didn't need to think long about what kind of person could suppress her ability that way.

"Beautiful lady," Fujitora said warmly. "Is something the matter? Why haven't you opened the cup?"

"Yeah, open it! You're not going to tell us you can't handle losing?"

"Come on, open it!"

The crowd had turned, voices rising around the table, demanding to see the result.

"Ha! Now this is entertaining. A man with luck like yours makes even me want to try my hand."

The voice came from within the crowd. People turned as Amon stepped forward, Lily at his side, making his way to the table.

Robin's composure cracked for just a moment.

"You. When did you arrive in Rain Dinners?"