What the Truth-Truth Fruit Is Actually For

Shanks had a feeling he really should've checked his luck before stepping out today.

Here's how it went down: He and the Red Hair Pirates were taking a well-earned breather on some spring island along the Grand Line. The weather was so perfect it made you want to sing, the booze was so good it made you want to dance-everything was so flawless it was almost suspicious.

Then, out of nowhere, a figure wrapped head to toe in a cloak burst from the treeline. Before anyone could even blink, the stranger slapped a palm square onto Shanks's shoulder.

"Truth-Truth Fruit!" the figure cackled, and then vanished into a blur, leaving nothing behind but a fading laugh.

Shanks looked down at his shoulder, then up at the spot where the stranger had disappeared, and scratched his head, utterly baffled. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"