The walk through the jungle was relatively short, though dense vegetation forced us into single file along a narrow path. Robin led the way with practiced ease, navigating terrain she'd clearly traversed multiple times before.
"Your crew doesn't know about the chat group, correct?" I asked from behind her.
Robin glanced back over her shoulder, her expression thoughtful. "No, they don't. I've kept it completely secret. They don't even know I receive messages from anywhere. I've been very careful."
"Good. Let's maintain that discretion. Tell them we're friends from far away who came to help. Not technically a lie."
"Just friends from very, very far away," Kazuma muttered behind me, pushing a branch out of his face. "Like, different dimensions far away. Minor detail."
"They don't need those specifics," Klein said diplomatically, his Nighthawk training showing in how carefully he observed the surroundings. "The less they know about the metaphysics of our arrival, the fewer complications we'll face. Some truths are better left unsaid."
Yoruichi was barely using the path at all, moving through the trees overhead with supernatural agility. She leapt from branch to branch with feline grace, clearly enjoying the opportunity to stretch her legs after the dimensional transfer. "So what's the cover story? How did we all supposedly meet Robin?"
"We could say we're travelers she met during her time away from the crew?" Jin Woo suggested, his shadows unconsciously flickering around his feet as he walked. "Keep it simple and hard to verify."
Youruichi smirked. "So we're mysterious travelers who happened to be nearby when Robin needed help? That works."
"That should be fine," Robin agreed. "We can say I sent word to contacts I'd made during my time before joining the crew," Robin suggested. "They know I have met a lot of people scattered across the world. A few more won't raise immediate suspicions."
"Mostly," she added with a slight smile. "Nami will be suspicious until she sees what you can offer. Zoro will assess if you're threats. Sanji will... well, you'll see. My apologies in advance Youruichi."
Youruichi chuckled lightly. "Don't worry Robin. I don't mind a little flirting." She then whispered, "I'm more intrested to see some cute reactions from our robot angel."
Robin laughed. "You are impossible."
I shrugged as I listened to their not so secret words. I mean, I can hear everything in nearby 100 miles even without my powers and current sealed state. Who were they whispering for. I guess Jin Woo also heard as he gave me a weird look.
We emerged from the jungle onto a beautiful white-sand cove where a magnificent ship was docked. The Thousand Sunny gleamed in the afternoon sunlight—a large brigantine sloop with a bright, cheerful aesthetic that seemed almost incongruous with her pirate crew. The figurehead was a massive lion's head with a sun-like mane, and the ship herself seemed to radiate personality even while stationary.
The craftsmanship was remarkable. Whoever built this vessel combined advanced engineering with whimsical artistic touches—reinforced hull plating decorated with carved flourishes, a lawn of real grass on the deck, what appeared to be both traditional sails and some kind of auxiliary propulsion system.
Several figures were visible on deck, and they immediately noticed our approach.
"Robin!" A woman with vibrant orange hair leaned over the railing, her sharp eyes sweeping over our group with immediate calculation. "You're back! And you brought... a lot of people?"
"Five people," another voice added, deeper, masculine, carrying an edge of automatic suspicion. A man with distinctive green hair and three swords at his hip studied us with the focused intensity of a natural predator. "That's a lot of strangers, Robin."
Robin cupped her hands around her mouth, projecting her voice clearly. "Everyone! These are friends who've come to help with our situation! Can someone lower the gangplank?"
There was a flurry of movement on deck, several crew members scrambling to comply. Moments later, a sturdy boarding ramp extended smoothly to the shore.
As we climbed aboard, I got my first proper look at the Straw Hat Pirates in person.
Nami, the navigator—orange hair, sharp brown eyes that immediately swept over us with calculation. She carried herself with confidence bordering on arrogance, the posture of someone used to manipulating situations to her advantage.
Roronoa Zoro, the swordsman—green hair, three earrings, three swords. Muscular build and a dangerous aura that marked him as a serious combatant. His eyes lingered on each of us, sizing us up with professional interest.
Sanji, the cook—blonde hair, curled eyebrow, elegant suit despite being on a pirate ship. He was currently staring at Yoruichi with hearts practically floating around his head.
Usopp, the sniper—long nose, curly hair, nervous energy. He was half-hiding behind the mast while trying to look brave.
Tony Tony Chopper, the doctor—a small reindeer with a blue nose wearing a pink hat. He was adorable in a way that made Kazuma immediately squeal "SO CUTE!" much to his own embarrassment.
Franky, the shipwright—a massive cyborg with a pompadour hairstyle and star-shaped nipples that I tried very hard not to stare at. His mechanical nature was fascinating from an engineering perspective.
Brook, the musician—a living skeleton in a suit with an afro. Undead, I noted with interest. The metaphysics of his continued existence were intriguing.
"Everyone," Robin said, gesturing to us with a graceful sweep of her hand, "these are my friends who've come to help with the Marineford situation. This is Kokabiel, Yoruichi, Jin Woo, Kazuma, and Klein."
There was a moment of silence as both groups sized each other up.
Then Sanji exploded.
"FRIENDS?!" His voice cracked slightly as his expression transformed from lovelorn to betrayed. "Robin-chwan brought THREE devastatingly handsome men onto our ship?!"
"Oh boy," Yoruichi muttered, her lips quirking into an amused smile.
"I am DYING!" Sanji clutched his chest with one hand while pointing accusingly at us with the other. "How can a humble cook compete with such effortless masculine beauty?! That blonde one—" he gestured at me dramatically, "—looks like an actual angel descended from Heaven itself! Perfect features, that ethereal quality, those eyes! The tall brooding one—" Jin Woo, "—has mysterious dark appeal and probably a tragic backstory that women find irresistible! Even the ordinary-looking one—" Klein, "—has roguish charm that threatens my position as the ship's most attractive man!"
"I'm standing right here," Klein said flatly, his expression perfectly deadpan. "I can hear you."
"I know! I'm trying to shame you into becoming ugly through force of will!"
"That's not how that works."
"Let me have this!"
Zoro snorted, looking vaguely amused. "You done?"
"NO! And you!" Sanji spun toward Yoruichi so fast he nearly tripped, his entire demeanor shifting instantaneously back to lovestruck devotion. "Beautiful goddess among women! Please, I beg you, allow this unworthy cook to prepare you a beverage! Anything your heart desires! I will craft ambrosia from mortal ingredients if it would bring a smile to your perfect face!"
Yoruichi laughed, the sound genuine and delighted. "Oh, you're adorable. I'll take whatever you recommend, handsome."
Sanji literally swooned, floating toward the kitchen as if carried on a cloud of pure joy. "She called me handsome! She acknowledged my existence as a positive thing! I shall prepare seventeen different refreshments and she may choose her favorite!"
He disappeared into what I assumed was the galley, singing something in French.
"He's..." I searched for the appropriate descriptor. "Enthusiastic?"
"That's one word for it," Nami said dryly, then her attention snapped to me with sudden sharp focus. Her expression shifted from amused to intensely interested. "So. Robin's mysterious friends. Welcome aboard. That's lovely. Very touching. Now—how exactly are you planning to help us infiltrate Marine Headquarters, which is arguably the most heavily fortified military installation in the entire world?"
"We possess unique abilities that should prove advantageous," I said carefully, not wanting to reveal too much too quickly. "But before we discuss tactics and strategy, there's a matter of etiquette I should address. Utilizing your ship and crew's resources during this journey requires appropriate compensation."
"Compensation?" Nami's eyes transformed—not quite literally, but the sudden intensity suggested I'd said something very, very interesting to her. "You're going to PAY us? For helping you help us?"
"Of course. You're providing transportation, provisions, your crew's expertise, and risking your ship in what will undoubtedly be a dangerous situation. That merits fair payment."
I reached into my jacket pocket—actually just manifesting matter from nothing, but they didn't need to know the specifics—and pulled out a chunk of pure gold approximately the size of a small watermelon.
The effect was immediate and dramatic.
"GOLD!" Nami's voice went up at least an octave. She practically teleported across the deck, snatching the chunk from my hands with reverence usually reserved for sacred relics. "This is—the size—the weight—"
She bit into it experimentally, testing the quality, then her eyes went even wider. Her hands trembled slightly as she held it up to the sunlight. "It's pure. Completely pure. This is the highest quality gold I've ever seen in my entire life, and I've stolen from some very wealthy people!"
"Will that suffice for initial travel expenses?" I asked.
"SUFFICE?!" Nami clutched the gold to her chest like it might escape. "This is worth at least fifty million berries! Maybe more depending on market conditions! You're now officially my favorite person on this entire ship!"
"Oi," Zoro said, looking vaguely offended.
"You don't randomly produce priceless gold bars, so you lose by default."
"Fair point."
Franky had moved closer, examining me with his mechanical eye whirring as it focused. "How'd you even carry that? Gold that size weighs at least fifty kilograms. You don't look that strong—I mean, you're built, don't get me wrong, but you're not muscle-bound. What gives?"
"I'm significantly stronger than I appear," I said, which was perhaps the understatement of several millennia.
Jin Woo made a sound that might have been a suppressed laugh. I shot him a warning look.
"So!" Usopp stepped forward, puffing his chest out in an attempt to look confident and experienced. His shoulders squared, his chin lifted. "You want to help rescue Captain Luffy's brother from execution? That's great! Fantastic! Because I've been training extensively in preparation—I've mastered seventeen new techniques including the devastating—"
"He's lying," Kazuma interrupted flatly. "I recognize that tone instantly because I use it constantly. That's the 'I'm completely unprepared but desperately trying to sound tough' tone. Very familiar with it."
Usopp deflated like a punctured balloon. "Was it that obvious?"
"Extremely obvious."
"Damn it."
Chopper hopped closer, his small hooves clip-clopping on the deck. "Are you really going to help us? Luffy went after Ace alone and we haven't heard from him in days. We're really worried."
The genuine concern in his voice was affecting. This wasn't just a rescue mission to them—it was family.
"We'll do everything we can," I said, meaning it. "That's why we're here."
Robin smiled, something warm and genuine. "Everyone, why don't we sit down properly and discuss the situation? We have a lot to cover, and standing around on deck isn't the most efficient way to plan a rescue mission and save the world."
"Save the what now?" Franky asked.
"We'll get to that," Robin said. "Let's sit first."
****
The crew gathered around a large table on the main deck while Sanji emerged from the kitchen bearing an elaborate tray of beverages with the careful focus of a man transporting sacred artifacts. He distributed drinks to everyone with theatrical flourish, but his movements when serving Yoruichi transcended performance into genuine artistry.
"Beautiful lady," he said, his voice dropping to something almost reverent as he placed an elaborately garnished cocktail in front of her. "I have prepared for you a specialty drink that captures the very essence of your grace. Fresh tropical fruits muddled with rare spices, a touch of champagne for effervescence, garnished with orchid petals that cannot match your beauty but try their humble best."
Yoruichi's grin widened. She picked up the glass and took a sip, her expression showing genuine appreciation. "This is actually delicious. You're quite talented, handsome."
"For you, incomparable goddess, I would compose symphonies in seventeen movements!" Sanji clutched his chest. "I would scale mountains barehanded! I would swim across oceans while reciting poetry!"
"Sanji," Nami said without looking up from her gold, which she was polishing with her sleeve. "Stop harassing the nice lady. We need to actually have a conversation."
"I'm not harassing! I'm expressing appropriate admiration!"
"Uh-huh."
Jin Woo remarked dryly. "It would be more believable if you weren't drooling over the girls and ignored us like we didn't exist."
Kazuma patted his shoulder. "Just eat bro, you aren't the protagonist here."
"Piss of Kuzuma."
".... I'm gonna ignore that not because you can beat me up, because I refuse such petty provocations."
Klein had already pulled out a notebook and was studying Robin with academic intensity. "Robin-san, I understand you're an archaeologist specializing in this world's lost history?"
Robin's expression shifted subtly, becoming more guarded. "That's correct. Why do you ask?"
"I'm academically interested in historical gaps and deliberate erasures of knowledge. You mentioned something called the Void Century—an entire hundred-year period where records were systematically destroyed. That's... remarkable. And deeply concerning from a historical preservation standpoint."
"It's more than concerning," Robin said carefully. "The World Government executes anyone caught researching the Void Century. They've hunted scholars like me for most of my life. It's forbidden knowledge."
"I'm aware of the danger. But we're not from this world—" Klein caught himself, editing mid-sentence, "—that is, we're from very, very far away. Your government's laws and restrictions don't extend to us. And understanding this world's hidden history might help us... help you more effectively."
Zoro's hand moved to his sword hilt. "Help us how, exactly? You're being vague."
I exchanged glances with my companions. We needed a plausible story that was mostly true.
"We're looking for something dangerous," I said carefully. "Something hidden in this world that could cause significant damage if left unchecked. We're here to find and deal with it. Helping you rescue Ace aligns with our investigation—Marine Headquarters is exactly the kind of place where dangerous things tend to converge."
"What kind of dangerous thing?" Franky asked.
"Something that doesn't belong here," Jin Woo said, his shadows flickering. "A threat that could harm many people if not addressed."
It was vague but not technically a lie. The Herald was indeed something that didn't belong.
Robin nodded, supporting our story. "I trust them. They've proven themselves reliable in the past."
"As long as you don't hold us back." Zoro said, though his eyes remained sharp.
Silence.
"That's..." Usopp laughed nervously. "That's a joke, right? You're joking?"
"He's not joking," Robin said quietly. "I don't fully understand it myself, but they're telling the truth. There's something in our world that could destroy it completely."
"And you just... accepted this?" Zoro asked.
"I trust them. They've helped me before, from afar. If they say there's a threat, I believe them."
"Plus they paid us millions in gold," Nami added pragmatically. "That builds trust."
Franky leaned back in his chair. "So you're here to save the world AND help us rescue Ace? That's SUPER ambitious!"
"We'll handle both if possible," Jin Woo said. His shadows were still swirling around him subtly, drawing nervous glances from the crew. "But the world-saving takes priority."
"Why?" Chopper asked in his high-pitched voice.
"Because if the world is destroyed, everyone dies including Ace," Kazuma explained. "You can't save one person if the entire reality ceases to exist. Basic math."
"He has a point," Brook said. "Though I'm already dead! Yohohoho! Skull joke!"
Nobody laughed.
"Tough crowd," Brook muttered.
Klein was still focused on Robin. "So about those historical texts..."
"I have some materials in my cabin," Robin said. "But they're incomplete. The World Government destroyed most records of the Void Century."
"Whatever you have would be helpful. Understanding this world's underlying structure might help us locate the corruption."
"I can show you after this meeting."
I noticed Jin Woo had gone very still, his head tilted slightly. His eyes were unfocused in the way that meant he was sensing something beyond normal perception.
"Something wrong?" I asked quietly.
"I'm sensing things. In the water." His eyes suddenly glowed brighter purple. "Large presences. Multiple. Sea Kings, I think Robin called them? Massive aquatic creatures?"
"That's right," Nami said, suddenly alert. Her navigator instincts kicking in. "This area is relatively safe. Fewer Sea Kings than the Calm Belt, but they're still dangerous if you encounter them. Some are big enough to swallow ships whole."
Jin Woo stood smoothly, walking to the railing with focused purpose. "I want to test something. Don't be alarmed by what you're about to see."
"That's never a reassuring thing to hear," Usopp muttered, already moving toward cover.
Jin Woo's shadows exploded outward like living things, diving into the ocean like hunting hounds on a scent. For a moment, everything was still. The ocean surface was smooth, almost glassy.
Then the water erupted.
Three massive Sea Kings burst from the depths, their roars shaking the air. Each was easily fifty meters long, serpentine bodies covered in scales, mouths full of teeth designed to tear through ship hulls. They towered above the Sunny, water cascading from their massive forms.
Nami widened her eyes. "Whoa! You killed them in an instant? You are really strong!"
Jin Woo smirked. "It was nothing. " He pointed at me, "that guy could annihilate the entire herd of them with a look."
Zoro looked at me with interest. "Are you really so strong pretty boy?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. I'm mostly on...vacation mode ? The can take care of things."
Jin Woo then turned away from us and muttered under his breath. "Erect."
The sea king's dead bodies were engulfed by shadows. Their eyes turned purple, glowing with the same energy as Jin Woo's shadows.
"What the—" Franky jumped up. "What did you do?!"
Nami looked nervous. "Your powers are like that Gecko moria guy."
Kazuma burst out laughing. "Ahahaha, they are are comparing you to that weak pathetic and unimportant villain Jin Woo.... That's slander! Jin Woo is the eptiome of strength and masculinity." he changed his words halfway as Jin Woo glared at him.
"I Killed them and reanimated them as shadow soldiers," Jin Woo explained casually after drawing back his glare from Kazuma. "They retain their strength and abilities but are now under my complete control. Useful for transportation."
The three massive Sea Kings dove back underwater with eerie synchronization, circling the ship like obedient guard dogs.
For several seconds, nobody moved.
"That's the coolest thing I've ever seen in my entire life," Usopp finally breathed, his fear transforming into awe.
"That's horrifying," Chopper whimpered, hiding behind Nami's legs. "They're dead but moving! That's wrong!"
"That's SUPER!" Franky declared, his eyes sparkling. "Dude! The metaphysical implications alone! How does the shadow binding work? What's the energy source? Can you do it to anything or just organic creatures?"
"Anything with a strong enough presence," Jin Woo said, looking pleased that someone was interested in the technical aspects. "Living beings work best, but I can shadow-raise powerful objects or constructs if they have enough conceptual weight."
Zoro was grinning, the expression predatory and excited. "You're a summoner-type fighter? Interesting. I prefer direct combat myself—blade against blade, strength against strength."
"I do plenty of direct combat too," Jin Woo said, shadows manifesting into a dark, ornate dagger in his hand before dissipating again. "The shadows are support. Tools. But I can handle myself in a straight fight."
"We'll have to test that sometime."
Jin Woo shrugged "Kokabiel is the strongest among us. You should ask him."
Robin glared at Jin Woo and Zoro who looked fired up. "No! Jin Woo, are you insane! Kokabiel can accidentally destroy nearby islands if he accidentally used more strength!"
Ouch.... I think? Although Zoro looked more eager than ever.
****
I turned my attention to Kazuma, who'd been unusually quiet. He was staring at the others—at Jin Woo's casual display of power, at Yoruichi's supernatural grace, at Klein's mystical equipment, at me standing there with enough power to crack planets if I wasn't careful.
His expression was one I recognized intimately: the look of someone realizing exactly how outclassed they were. How inadequate.
That must feel terrible.
"Kazuma," I said quietly, gesturing for him to follow me. "A moment?"
He nodded, following me to the ship's bow where we could have relative privacy. The others continued their conversations behind us—Franky bombarding Jin Woo with technical questions, Sanji emerging with more drinks for Yoruichi, Zoro discussing combat philosophy with Robin.
"You're feeling inadequate," I stated once we were alone.
Kazuma flinched. "Wow dude. Thanks for saying it out loud. Really helps." He snarked with his usual sarcasm.
"I'm not trying to hurt you Kazuma. I'm trying to address a problem. You're worried you'll be dead weight during this mission."
"Because I will be! Look at everyone else! You're a literal eldritch horror, Jin Woo has shadow armies, Yoruichi is a super-powered shinigami warrior, Klein has mystical abilities—and I'm just a guy with a short sword and basic magic! I'll get killed in the first real fight! Even a stray bullet can end me!"
"Not necessarily. Your strategic thinking is valuable. You see situations others miss."
"That doesn't help if I'm too slow to dodge an attack or too weak to survive a hit! I have no special powers, no superhuman abilities, just human-level stats in a world that's about to have a war between literal superhuman monsters."
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll get killed in the first real fight and you all will have to protect me like deadweight. I know how this goes. I've lived it before."
I considered this. He was correct. Tactical intelligence only carried you so far when you lacked the physical capability to execute on your strategies. In a world of superhuman combatants, baseline human abilities were a severe handicap.
"The chat group store has power compatibility cards," I said. "They allow you to receive abilities you couldn't normally access. Five thousand points. You can use it to learn haki."
Kazuma groaned. "Dude! It takes years to learn haki. We don't have that. And I'll need to also increase my physical capacity as well. I get that you are trying to be helpful, but please stop. I'm feeling worse!"
I unintentionally chuckled at Kazuma's despair. " Alright, how about this. Use the basic strengthening thing in the store. That cost's 1500 points for 2 levels of upgrade. That should be good enough to give you some boost."
Kazuma pulled up his interface, checking his balance. "I have... 8000 points saved. I was saving up for those basic Sharingan that cost 20,000 points. But that's all I have! If I spend all of it, and this doesn't work—"
"It will work. And I'll make it worth the investment."
Kazuma took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay. Okay! I'm doing it. But if this backfires, I'm haunting you. I don't care that you're an Outer God, I will find a way to haunt you."
"Noted."
He purchased the basic body strengthening and power compatibility card, which materialized as a small glowing token and two bottles of potions.
Kazuma gulped nervously, and chugged the potions one by one. His body started to crack and shift, imroving his constitution and form. He even grew a couple inches taller.
Kazuma looked awed as he clenched his fists. "Whoa! I feel actually stronger. Like I can punch a boulder or something like nothing."
He punched the air, and a small gust of wind rippled around his fist. It seems the store products are not bad. I didn't check in regularly, so I had about 5000 points only. Maybe I can also try it?
As Kazuma was flexing and striking poses, practicing cool lines, I reached out and gently pressed my index finger to his forehead.
I channeled knowledge directly into his mind. Not just theoretical understanding, but muscle memory, instinctive reactions, the weight of years of training compressed into seconds. The three forms of Haki that existed in this world: Observation, Armament, and Conqueror's. I flooded them into his consciousness at a mid-level proficiency, ensuring the foundation was solid.
His body adapted rapidly, the compatibility card smoothing over what would normally be a jarring, potentially dangerous process. His power levels started growing, reaching towards something around a vice admiral level according to this world's power scaling.
After several seconds, I withdrew my hand.
Kazuma stumbled backward, gasping. "What the....I can feel there's so much new knowledge..."
"Take a moment. Let it settle and integrate."
Kazuma's breathing steadied. His eyes widened as he processed the new capabilities. "I can sense people. Not just see them, but feel their presence. Their intentions. And my body feels... harder? Denser? Like I'm wearing invisible armor."
His breathing gradually steadied. He blinked rapidly, his eyes moving as if tracking things that weren't visible. "I can sense people. Not just see them or hear them, but feel their presence. Their intentions. Like they're broadcasting their next move before they make it."
"Observation Haki," I confirmed. "It grants enhanced awareness of your surroundings and, with practice, limited precognition in combat."
"And my body feels..." He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers experimentally. "Harder? Denser? Like I'm wearing invisible armor that weighs nothing."
"Armament Haki. It enhances your physical capabilities and allows you to damage opponents who would normally be untouchable. It also provides defense."
"This is..." Kazuma coated his arms in black Armament Haki, staring at the transformation with something like wonder. "This is insane! My inner nerd is geeking out! I can use haki! I can actually fight now! I mean, really fight, not just flail around and hope Aqua accidentally solves things!"
"You still need to practice and develop them properly—these are just foundations. But yes. You're no longer operating at a severe disadvantage."
"Thank you, Kokabiel." Kazuma's voice was thick with genuine emotion. "Seriously. You didn't have to do that. You could have just left me useless and joked around, but you actually helped me. That's... thank you."
"You're my friend," I said, and realized I meant it fully. Not just intellectually recognizing the social bond, but feeling it. "You came here despite being terrified because you wanted to help. That deserves support."
Kazuma took a step back. "What's with this disgusting wholesomeness ! Don't make me cry dude!"
I laughed, more genuine than ever. "You just had to ruin the moment."
Kazuma smirked. "I don't do wholesome. Wait, maybe I can finally beat that smug emo bastard!"
I tried to stop him, "I don't think that's a good idea..." But he was gone before I could finish. "Jin woo will probably fold him again." I sighed and shook my head.
I heard Kazuma's shout. "Yo, emo lord Jin Woo! It's like to show you the greatness of I, Kazuma Satou!"
Jin Woo's dry remark came. "Even a panty thief has greatness now? Did you take a drug or something?"
Kazuma shouted back. "I'll show you why you shouldn't underestimate the great Kazuma, you step family fucker!"
Youruichi laughed. "Oh my, You boys are going to fight again? This should be fun."
Nami asked worriedly. "Shouldn't we stop them or something?"
Robin smiled and replied. "Let them be. They are friend who communicate through violence. I hop they don't sink the ship and drown us all."
Usopp was horrified. "Don't say things like that Robin!"
I smiled wryly and shook my head. "Rest in peace Kazuma. Jin Woo will probably beat you till you beg for mercy. "
I walked towards them and stood calmly beside Youruichi who grinned. "Hey there handsome, are you done with your brooding?"
I chuckled. "For now."
She purred seductively ."Maybe we can also do some light sparring later"
Sanji literally turned grey, muttering curses under his breath.
I shook my head. What a chaotic bunch of people.
But they were rather fun to hang out with. And I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
*****
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