"Now, now... go back to your rooms. I know you're all tired—not physically, but mentally. Go. Take your bath first, and we'll call you for dinner," Zeff commanded, his voice gruff but carrying a rare note of fatherly concern as he joined the faculty on deck.
The students didn't argue. The weight of the afternoon's "lesson" was settling in, and the idea of hot water and a quiet meal was more appealing than any bounty. They nodded in unison, the "sisters" and the "rivals?,competitors?guys with loose screws? " filing back into the ship's corridors, leaving the deck to the veterans.
As the last of the students disappeared below, Sir Nighteye turned to Zephyr, his eyes sharp behind his glasses. "How long will it take for us to reach Dressrosa from here?"
Zephyr checked the updated navigation charts. "If the weather stays good and the currents in this sector don't turn on us... I think it's around 5 to 7 days."
"5 to 7 days?" Aizawa muttered, already tucking himself back into his yellow sleeping bag and shuffling toward a corner. "Well, I was expecting months before arriving there. I could have used the sleep."
All Might let out a hearty, booming laugh, placing a hand on his hip. "Aizawa! You just want to rest for a month, don't you? Where is your spirit of adventure!"
"Arara... what a shame," Aokiji added, leaning his back against the cabin wall and pulling his sleep mask down. "I was expecting a year before arriving. I had a lot of napping scheduled for those twelve months."
Borsalino pouted, his yellow-tinted shades glinting. "Oho... we've got competition, it seems. Everyone is so very... lazy."
Akainu's brow veined with irritation as he looked at the three of them. "What is with you people? Can't you do your jobs properly? We have a mission."
Garp let out a thunderous, rib-cracking laugh, slapping his knee. "Bwahahaha! You lot act just like those students! Always complaining about the chores!"
The four—Aizawa, Aokiji, Borsalino, and Akainu—all turned their heads in unison to glare at Garp. The combined killing intent of three Admirals and a high-ranking Hero would have made any other man crumble, but Garp wasn't bothered at all. He just continued laughing, his boisterous voice echoing across the now-empty deck..
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Time sure does flies fast,like how your relationship goes.(🫣)—and at the speed of light.
Seven days have vanished into the horizon. The students stood gathered at the railing, their eyes wide as the legendary island of Dressrosa finally materialized through the morning mist.
It was a breathtaking sight. The island was a vibrant jewel, protected by colossal, vertical rock formations that stood like ancient pillars or a crown rising from the sea. The jagged stone walls acted as a natural fortress, shielding the colorful kingdom within from the turbulent currents of the New World.
"Wow! What a scenery!" Nejire exclaimed, floating a few inches off the deck to get a better view, her hair fluttering in the floral breeze. "Look at those colors! It's like the whole island is sparkling!"
Camie leaned over the edge, her hands clasped together in awe. "Such a beautiful formation... Is it art? It looks like someone sculpted the entire island by hand!"
"It's the Land of Passion," Robin noted softly, her eyes scanning the rock pillars with a scholar's curiosity. "But those pillars aren't just for show. They've kept this place's secrets hidden for a long time."
The ship maneuvered through the narrow passage between the rocks, the sweet, heavy scent of sunflowers became almost intoxicating. The students could see the tiered plateaus and the sprawling, checkered city. Everything looked like a toy-box kingdom—orderly, bright, and deceptively peaceful.
As the ship glided toward the stone port, the massive hull casting a shadow over the water, All Might stood at the bow, his eyes lighting up as he recognized a familiar silhouette among the armored warriors.
"Oh! Isn't that Kyros?! Hahaha!" All Might boomed, his massive arm waving enthusiastically toward the shore.
Down on the docks, a tall, powerfully built man with a cape and a bronze gladiator's helmet looked up. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and he raised a hand, waving back with a respectful but firm salute.
"All Might-sensei, do you know him?" Momo asked, her curiosity piqued as the other students gathered around.
"Haha! Of course!" All Might laughed, his voice brimming with admiration. "Kyros was once the heart of this island's passion! You are looking at the legendary gladiator of the Corrida Colosseum. He is renowned across the Blue Star for achieving 3,000 consecutive victories! In all those battles, he was only ever struck once."
The students fell into a stunned silence. Even Zoro and Kid shifted their gazes, looking at the man on the port with newfound intensity.
"Three thousand...?" Izuku whispered, his hand instinctively reaching for his notebook. "To win that many times in a place as brutal as the Colosseum... his stamina and technique must be off the charts."
"3,000 wins without breaking a sweat, huh?" Bakugo muttered, his eyes narrowing as he sized up the legend. "Finally, someone in this place who doesn't look like an 'extra'."
Kyros stood his ground as the gangplank began to descend, his presence as solid as the rock pillars surrounding the island. Beside him, the "kid" Zephyr had mentioned—a young girl with a determined look—jumped down from her seat and stood next to the legendary gladiator.
"Welcome to Dressrosa," Kyros's voice carried over the sound of the waves, deep and authoritative. "The King and the people have been expecting your arrival.
Zephyr replied what a welcome even the king is waiting. There must be an important task for the one you'll be sending with us.Anyway we're also here to resupply.
"Zephyr," Kyros greeted them, his voice like grinding stone as he stepped toward the base of the gangplank. "As agreed, this is Rebecca. But the other one... she is still at the palace making final arrangements. She will be joining you shortly."and of course you can resupply wait I'll call the others to do the rest.
You're just a big help kyros said Allmight.
He then turned his gaze toward the towering hero. "All Might... I hope you protect them both. The path you are taking is not a kind one."
"Hahaha! What's with that tone, Kyros? Leave it to me!" All Might boomed, giving a reassuring thumbs-up to Rebecca.
Rebecca nodded her head.She then ran towards a certain group .
Rebecca didn't wait for a formal invitation. She bounded up the gangplank, her eyes lighting up as she spotted familiar faces among the group. She hurried past the boys and straight toward the "sisters."
"Vivi! Shirahoshi! Even Hiyori is here!" Rebecca cried out, a bright smile breaking across her face as she waved.
Vivi and Shirahoshi rushed forward to meet her, their faces glowing with relief and joy. "So the one we were picking up was you?" Vivi asked, catching Rebecca's hands.
"Not just me," Rebecca replied, her expression turning slightly more serious. "My sister Viola is coming as well. She's finishing her duties at the palace now."
"What?" Vivi gasped, her eyes widening. "Even Sister Viola is coming?"
Hiyori stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, barely audible whisper that only the inner circle could hear. "Don't tell me... is it the mission? Are you both also going to that place?"
The small group of girls—the princesses and the scholars—simply nodded their heads in a solemn, silent pact. The connection was clear now; the "agreement" Robin had mentioned wasn't just held by five of them. It was a web that stretched all the way to the heart of the Dressrosa royalty.
While the air on deck was thick with the whispers of ancient missions and the reunion of friends, the atmosphere inside the ship's most luxurious cabin was worlds away.
boa hancock lay sprawled across her white silk bed, her raven hair fanned out like a dark halo. Wearing a robe of pure white silk that shimmered in the afternoon light, she looked like a goddess sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by the arrival at the port or the chatter of the students. To her, the world could wait until she decided it was time to wake.
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To be continued.