The new ship gleamed under the morning sun, its polished wood and sharp sails cutting a striking silhouette against the horizon. On deck, the trio stood, gazing out at the endless blue expanse.
Orimo: "This ship… it's incredible."
Auransa, adjusting the ropes with pride: "I picked the best one for us. Smooth, fast, and strong."
Ryuki, leaning against the railing with a content smile: "Finally, I can rest easy knowing we're ready."
Orimo: "Then let's set sail."
Auransa: "Yeah."
The ship surged forward, leaving the island behind. The wind whipped through their hair, the waves sparkling like shards of silver beneath the sun.
Auransa: "What should we name our pirate crew… and this ship?"
Orimo: "Since I aim to become the Devil King… how about 'Devil Pirates'?"
Auransa: "Perfect!"
Ryuki: "It suits you, captain. Ambitious as ever."
Orimo placed a hand on his head, determination burning in his eyes: "And the ship… Henry. Henry must carry us across the world, to the throne itself."
Auransa: "Consider it done."
He squinted toward the sky, imagining their flag snapping in the wind: a skull crowned with devil horns.
Auransa: "Roger that. It'll strike fear into every sea-dweller we meet."
Ryuki: "You truly are determined to claim the Devil King title."
Orimo: "I am. The King's Throne belongs to me, and I will find it."
As the Devil Pirates' ship cut through the endless waves, a new age began—the hunt for the legendary King's Throne. Across the seas, whispers of the treasure spread, and pirates from every corner of the world stirred, eager to chase the legacy of the Devil King Ryuta Konan.
The horizon glowed red with the rising sun, and the adventure—the greatest the world had ever seen—had begun.