"I just learned Haki from the Kuja. I think it suits you, Yotsuba. Do you want to practice it?" Makoto invited.
Back in the real world, Makoto had already noticed that Yotsuba, like Ran, was a close-combat type.
But the difference was that Yotsuba excelled in strength and endurance, while Ran was more well-rounded.
Therefore, Haki, especially Armament Haki, was more suitable for the former.
'The Kuja?'
Hearing that word, Yotsuba immediately thought of the soprano singer from just now, Tritoma, 'Good grief, she had the presence of mind to teach while doing that?'
'Were all of Makoto-kun's girlfriends so competitive?'
"Yes! Okay!" Yotsuba nodded vigorously.
Then, everyone watched as Yotsuba began throwing punches under Makoto's guidance.
All the lustful young and old women could barely hold it together, 'Good grief, the mood was perfectly set, and you two start boxing?'
'Yotsuba was hopeless...'
Ichika covered her eyes, unable to bear watching.
'With such a good atmosphere, you're practicing boxing?'
It reminded her of some web novels she read, where the female lead is drugged with an aphrodisiac, and the male lead uses his internal energy to force the drug out… that kind of stupid plot.
"I'll go get them something to drink?" Nino said, looking eager to try.
Ichika: "..."
Miku: "..."
Itsuki: "..."
'You want to get them something to drink? I'm too embarrassed to call you out.'
"Oh dear!" Just then, Yotsuba below let out a surprised cry.
Everyone turned to look. Perhaps because she was wearing slippers, Yotsuba, in the middle of a punching motion, slipped and was about to fall flat on her face.
Makoto reached out, caught her slender waist, and pulled her back.
"Hehe~ Sorry, Makoto-kun." Yotsuba scratched her head sheepishly.
"Feeling a bit nervous?" Makoto said.
Yotsuba lowered her head slightly, not answering, 'After listening to the 'concert' for over two hours, how could I not be nervous?'
Vaguely guessing Yotsuba's little thoughts, Makoto half-jokingly tried to lighten the mood: "Yotsuba, your recent training has been really effective. You even have abs..."
"Kyaaah!"
Yotsuba's face turned bright red. She crouched down and buried her head in her knees.
She had noticed this a few months ago and had been very troubled by it. When bathing, she wouldn't even let her sisters come in to scrub her back.
And now Makoto had noticed.
Some girls, like Erina and Hisako, who had seen the two start boxing and were about to go to sleep, were woken up again by Yotsuba's scream.
"Did he bully Yotsuba?" Nino, always the first to charge whenever anything happened to the five sisters, got anxious.
Although she had a slight crush on Makoto, if he bullied her sister, she would never allow it.
"Nino, calm down, calm down!" Ichika grabbed her second sister and kept signaling to Miku.
Seeing this, Miku also grabbed Nino's other arm and whispered, "I don't think so."
She felt Nino's romantic sense wasn't as good as her own.
'Yotsuba's cry just now clearly wasn't the voice of someone being bullied.'
Makoto chuckled: "What's there to be shy about? I think it's quite attractive."
In his previous life, countless otaku would have loved to lick Mikasa's abs.
"Re-Really?" Yotsuba looked up, her face still flushed, half in doubt.
"Of course. Can I touch them again?" Makoto teased.
Yotsuba was silent for a few seconds, then finally nodded with a soft "Mm."
Then, the girls watching again saw the two sit back on the public bench, and Makoto placed his hand on Yotsuba's lower abdomen.
The girls were dumbfounded for the second time, 'N-No, boxing is one thing, but why the touching?'
"It's not fair that you're the only one letting me touch. Yotsuba, do you want to try mine too?"
With that, Makoto took Yotsuba's little hand and placed it on his own stomach.
Yotsuba's face turned even redder, but her hand honestly didn't move away.
Erina, who had been about to sleep but was woken up by Yotsuba's commotion and came back to watch the excitement, widened her eyes more and more, 'W-Wait, what are you doing? If you move that hand three inches lower...' She didn't dare imagine!
But Erina's guess was right… how could a bastard like Makoto only touch her abs?
He had to thoroughly check other places too, yah!
And a soft girl like Yotsuba naturally wouldn't dare resist, especially since he was the one she had admired since childhood.
Within two minutes, Makoto princess-carried Yotsuba and walked towards the inn where he and his female companions were staying.
The moment she was picked up, Yotsuba quickly raised her hands to cover her face tightly.
Partly out of shyness, but also to hide the slight smile of secret joy tugging at the corners of her mouth.
'Finally, finally I was a step ahead of Ichika and the others!'
The girls in the inn across the street were completely dumbfounded, 'Good grief, that foolish girl actually got him!'
Listening to Yotsuba's faint, delicate cries coming from the inn across the way, the atmosphere in the room with the remaining four sisters was very awkward.
Miku, remembering some knowledge she had learned from historical games, couldn't help but ask: "Should we prepare red bean rice for Yotsuba?" (T/N: Red bean rice is usually made for wedding, birthday or birth of a child.)
"Who wants to prepare that for her!?" Nino, who had been worried about her sister moments ago, now seemed quite agitated.
Although she didn't have that kind of relationship with Makoto, and they had barely even spoken, watching him carry Yotsuba into the inn still made her inexplicably feel a weight on her head.
"Ahahaha, then we better cling tightly to Yotsuba's coattails," Ichika half-joked.
Itsuki blinked but said nothing throughout.
However, she remembered the joke he had made to her at the restaurant, 'Why did he joke with me, not with Miku or the others? Was it because I was special?'
Yukino received a second critical hit.
But fortunately, Yotsuba's looks were indeed high, and her figure was undeniable. Losing to her wasn't as painful as losing to Tritoma.
But the one most affected was undoubtedly Erina.
Nearly fourteen years had passed since that agreement, and it still hadn't been fulfilled.
Erina was furious!
Why had she hesitated just now?
Thinking about going back to sleep?
Sleep your head!
Makoto was already sleeping with someone else!
Thinking about having to face Alice's smug smile every day for the foreseeable future, Erina felt only chest pain.
The next day, according to Makoto's orders, Morgans released the news: "Bring a Devil Fruit, and receive a kiss from the Kuja Pirates' first mate, Shakky."
As expected, the world was shocked by the news, 'Whoa, this woman, who had always claimed she would never be won by any man, was now this open?'
Instantly, the simps of the Great Age of Suppression became restless.
Now they had no choice but to go!
Meanwhile, on the Oro Jackson, the exclusive ship of the Roger Pirates, in another sea area of the Grand Line.
Seeing the newspaper report, Roger tore it to shreds in anger: "That writer Morgans is completely lying! How could she do such a thing?"
Roger had coveted Shakky for many years, but had never been able to win her favor.
And now she was offering a kiss for a Devil Fruit?
How was that possible?
For Roger, this blow was like someone telling a simp that his beloved senior sister would sleep with anyone, just not with him.
"I think it's impossible too, but according to our recent intelligence, Shakky is indeed on that island called Malad Island." Rayleigh picked up the torn pieces of the newspaper. "Rumor has it that many pirates have already gone there, but few seem to have returned. Did they stay?"
He was also uncomfortable, feeling a weight on his head.
Roger stomped on the bow and shouted: "Lads, we're going to that island!"
"Huh? But Captain, we don't have a Devil Fruit right now," One crew member scratched his head.
"Idiot! You actually want to trade a Devil Fruit for a kiss? Shakky must be being forced! I'm going to take her back!" Roger drew his sword and pointed it to the sky. "After all, the essence of piracy is plunder, isn't it?"
"OOOOOH!!"
The entire Roger Pirates crew cheered with raised arms.
Yes, they usually said the essence of piracy was freedom, but when plundering, they said the essence of piracy was plunder.
It was exactly the same as Big Mom, who would kill without blinking an eye, but when there was infighting and fighting her own crew, she'd say, "Even pirates need to uphold justice."
These great pirates all had flexible moral standards.