Sneaking into Dreams with the Wind

"It seems that Water 7 won't be peaceful for a while." Looking at the night outside the window, Iceberg was unusually sentimental.

"Kalifa, keep an eye on Nightmare Roy's movements, especially the actions of that Demon Child in his fleet." As the inheritor of the [Pluton] blueprints, Iceberg had always hoped to meet Robin, and of course, the ultimate goal of the meeting was to... kill Robin before the world was destroyed.

In his view, regardless of whether weapons are in the hands of justice or evil, they only bring pain and destruction to the world. Therefore, a woman who can revive Ancient Weapon should never continue to live in this world.

After that, he will face the wrath of the Shichibukai alone.

However, dying with the secret of the [Pluton] blueprints might be the best ending for him.

"Yes!" Kalifa agreed verbally, but inwardly she was furiously complaining. "Is this guy serious? Or does he really think his actions can fool that terrifying guy? He's asking for trouble, but he shouldn't drag me down with him."

"Oh no, I think I overslept." Iceberg opened his sleepy eyes and muttered, "In that case, I might as well cancel all the meetings today."

"Hmm? Something's not right!" The familiar scene came into view, instantly making Iceberg's sleepiness disappear without a trace.

This is the headquarters of Tom's Workshop, also known as "the Warehouse Under the Bridge." It's just a dilapidated little room, nothing like his luxurious office, but it's his inner haven.

"How did I end up here?" Iceberg's expression suddenly became somewhat bewildered. "Wait, why am I worrying about this? Haven't I always lived here?"

"Iceberg, get up and get to work." A familiar voice came from outside the door, making him immediately put his doubts to the back of his mind.

"Okay, Tom, I'll be right there." Iceberg jumped off the bed, scratched the back of his head, and said, "I feel like I've forgotten something very important."

"Tom, we've been looking for you for ages!" As Iceberg walked outside, he saw several men dressed in black greeting Tom.

The leader had a dark nose and heavy dark circles under his eyes. For some reason, the moment Iceberg saw this guy, an inexplicable anger burned in his heart.

"Strange, this is the first time I've met this guy, why do I feel so urge to beat him up? Sure, he is indeed repulsive, but it doesn't have to be this bad. Hmm, it seems I've caught Franky's influence." Iceberg suppressed his inner turmoil to avoid accidentally hurting the "innocent".

However, someone here was even more enraged than him. Franky, who had just returned from a voyage, swung his fist and punched Spandam in the face. "Aaaaah! You bastard, die!"

After throwing the punch, Franky quickly realized what he had done and apologized without any remorse, "Eh? Sorry, I don't know why, but the moment I saw you, I really wanted to punch you."

"You despicable scoundrels, how dare you lay a hand on my handsome face! You lot, charge up there and beat them to a pulp!" Spandam ordered his henchmen to avenge him.

"Please stop, sir from the World Government," the Tom appeared and intervened.

Spandam knew that the mission was the priority, so he suppressed his anger, straightened his tie, and said seriously, "I have something very important that I want to talk to you about alone."

After Spandam and Tom went to the warehouse to talk in detail, Iceberg walked up to Franky, looked him up and down, and said with a puzzled expression, resting his chin on his hand, "Strange, I feel like there's something off about you, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"I also feel like my body is acting a little strange." Franky, who usually likes to contradict the Iceberg, didn't argue this time. "How should I put it? I feel like my body is a little unfamiliar."

"Stranger? Looks like you were half asleep last night. Putting that aside, why did you even think of punching that guy in the face?"

"I really didn't mean it this time, it was just a completely instinctive reaction." Franky was worried that Iceberg would say he was causing trouble for no reason, so he quickly gave a heads-up, "Anyway, that guy, what was his name again, Spartacus, didn't look like a good guy at all."

To everyone's surprise, Iceberg didn't scold him this time. Instead, he said with a strange expression, "You might not believe it, but I also wanted to beat him up before."

Bang!

Spandam, who hadn't been inside long, suddenly slammed the door shut and stormed out, cursing, "Damn it, what an ungrateful low-class Fish-Man."

"Franky, Iceberg, you two come here for a moment, I have something important to give you." Before the two could react, they heard Tom's call and quickly went to him.

"What? Why would such a thing exist?"

"Can humans really create something like this?"

"The World Government already knows about the blueprints and has begun taking action. It would be too dangerous for me to keep them," Tom said seriously.

"It's terrifying... but I accept it." Iceberg held the design drawings in his palm and said decisively.

"This... isn't this the design blueprint for Ancient Weapon?" Franky, who had miraculously survived, reunited with Iceberg and took the blueprint from him from four years ago.

"That's right, take it with you, leave this island, and live a life of anonymity from now on."

"What do you mean? Do you want to end up like Tom? If you don't want to hand this over, you can burn it in front of those people."

"These blueprints were obtained by the great Tom at the cost of his life. Before that woman who can bring Ancient Weapon back to life dies, the blueprints as a force for resistance must exist. You understand what I mean, Franky?"

"You trust me that much? I might just actually build it..."

"Now that I've delivered the design drawings to you, don't you understand my answer?"

"I've taken the blueprints, but I will absolutely not leave this island!"

Franky hid the design drawings inside his body and resolutely left the meeting room.

The dream shattered, and Iceberg and Franky, in different locations within Water 7, simultaneously awoke. "Hmph, it seems like I had a nightmare, but I can't seem to remember what it was about. Oh well, let's go back to sleep."

"So it was hidden inside the body?" Roy looked at the Emerald Dream in his hand and murmured to himself, "Now, Pluton's blueprints belong to me."