Nami's jaw almost dropped when she saw Cry fully dressed in the dark blue queenly gown. The sight was breathtaking—Cry's graceful figure, the way the fabric hugged her waist and flowed to her ankles, the daring cut that revealed just the sides of her breasts, and the long sleeves that made her movements so elegant. Nami's eyes couldn't look away, and she had to put a hand to her chest to steady her racing heartbeat. She whispered under her breath, "She… she's like a goddess…"
For a moment, Nami felt the air itself seemed to bend around Cry. The usual mischief, cunning, and control Nami had over any situation felt trivial in the face of Cry's serene presence. Her mind raced with admiration and awe, but she reminded herself silently to stay composed—after all, Cry didn't even understand the full effect she had on others.
Cry turned, catching Nami's gaze, and gave a small, serene smile. It was gentle, yet commanding, a quiet acknowledgment that sent warmth through Nami's chest. Nami's cheeks flushed slightly, not with embarrassment, but with the exhilaration of seeing someone so pure, powerful, and utterly captivating in one moment.
As they slowly stepped onto the deck, the entire crew froze. Zoro's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, though not in preparation for a fight—he was simply transfixed, feeling a rare kind of respect and awe for someone who seemed untouchable yet human. Usopp's eyes widened, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to snap a picture in his mind, and he muttered, "Is… is that really real?"
Jonny and Yusaku immediately lowered their heads, as though even breathing too loudly might offend the goddess in front of them. They could feel the weight of Cry's presence, the kind that made even the bravest men feel small and humbled.
Even Luffy, dense as ever, felt a strange warmth in his chest and blinked a few times. He tilted his head, trying to understand why everyone else was so quiet, why Zoro looked so serious, and why Usopp was frozen mid-step. His eyes, however, flicked once toward Cry, and a tiny spark of comprehension passed through him. "Huh… she looks… nice," he muttered, his voice simple, but it was all he could muster. True to Luffy, he didn't analyze it—he just felt the admiration in the air and accepted it as something good.
As Cry walked across the deck, the long skirt swaying with every step, the dark blue fabric catching the sunlight, even the sea seemed to pause for her. The wind played gently with her hair and the edges of her gown, and everyone on deck, without exception, felt the spell of her presence.
It wasn't just beauty. It was poise, power, innocence, and confidence all at once. The kind that could command a room—or a ship—with no words at all. And for the crew of the Merry, it was impossible to look away.
Cry stepped lightly onto the deck, her long dark gown brushing against her ankles. The cut in the middle revealed just a hint of her breasts, but the effect wasn't provocative—it was regal, like a queen unaware of the power her presence held. She tilted her head slightly, as if wondering why everyone was staring. Her blue crystal eyes blinked innocently, scanning the deck with quiet curiosity. She didn't understand the effect she had; she simply observed, calm and unassuming....(👉🏻)
Zoro's grip on his sword loosened, though he remained rooted to the spot. He couldn't explain it, but something about Cry's tilt of the head and the calm, curious expression made him feel respect and awe rather than threat. Usopp's jaw practically dropped, and even Jonny and Yusaku shuffled their feet nervously, unsure if it was right to breathe while she was watching. They felt the weight of her gaze, not in judgment, but simply because it existed—pure and unassuming, yet heavy in presence.
Luffy, of course, didn't analyze. He just noticed the way the gown flowed, the way Cry's head tilted, and how calm she looked. "Huh… she's… kinda cool," he said softly, tilting his own head as he tried to mimic her expression. He didn't understand why everyone else was frozen in place, but he knew this was someone special.
Nami, standing a step behind Cry, had to look away for a second. Even with Cry's innocent tilt of the head, the elegance and natural aura of majesty radiating from her was overwhelming. Nami's heart pounded; she knew that Cry had no idea what she was doing to the crew, and that innocence only made it more mesmerizing.
Cry's small movement—just a tilt of her head—was all it took. The crew collectively felt it, the quiet charm and presence of someone entirely unaware of their own effect on others. No words, no gestures beyond the tilt, and yet the Merry's deck felt silent, suspended, as if the sea itself had paused to look.
She tilted her head again, this time at Usopp, who fumbled with his slingshot as if he might drop it. Cry blinked slowly, her innocent gaze washing over him, and he immediately snapped back into focus, though a faint blush crept onto his cheeks.
Zoro finally let out a low breath, as if releasing tension he hadn't realized he was holding. Jonny and Yusaku exchanged glances, their nervousness replaced by silent wonder. Luffy simply grinned, still dense, and mimicked Cry by tilting his head, failing entirely to match her poise but enjoying the effect all the same.
Cry blinked slowly at them all, then whispered softly, "Deck?"—her voice melodic, pure, and questioning. It was an invitation, a query, and yet it carried no demand, no arrogance. Just curiosity.
The deck fell silent. Even the wind seemed to pause as Cry continued her slow walk, each step confident yet innocent, unaware of the effect she had on everyone around her. The crew followed silently, mesmerized, their eyes locked on her movements, hearts and minds caught in the spell of her pure-minded presence....
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To be continued