That night, the banquet ended, and everyone found a place where they could drift off to sleep.
On the Momonga's ship, the marines had all disappeared, leaving only the Momonga sitting alone at the bow, facing the wind and waves, softly humming the Song of Roger he had heard during the day.
Despite their differing stances, the more drunk the Momonga became, the more he admired the Pirate King.
This feeling is probably similar to how pirates always call Garp "Mr. Garp".
If an achievement is outstanding enough, even an enemy will actually admire that achievement the most, right?
As he pondered this, the Momonga leaned against the bow of the boat and fell into a deep sleep, bathed in moonlight.
At the edge of the dense forest, Kalifa, reeking of alcohol, prepared a hammock and all the necessary amenities for Gawain.
Gawain, still somewhat dazed, was helped onto the hammock by Gion.
Looking at Gawain's face, which was still quite calm despite being drunk.
Gion smiled, gently smoothing Gawain's slightly messy hair on his forehead, and said.
"Starting tomorrow, you will begin your real training. If you can master the Seimei Kikan, you will never have to worry about headaches that come with being drunk again."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gion gently rubbed Gawain's forehead, but in that instant, Gawain reached out and accurately grabbed Gion's wrist.
Gion was taken aback. She looked at Gawain, who was also smiling back at her.
Their gazes lingered for a moment before Gawain released her hand and patted Gion's hand.
"Hard."
"It's nothing. You, with so many goals on your shoulders, must be working much harder than me."
After saying that, Gion smiled slightly, turned around and went to the side to get a sleeping blanket, which she spread out under the tree next to Gawain's hammock.
Sweet dreams, sir.
After saying goodnight, Gion leaned against a tree trunk, picked up Kompira, and squinted at the Kuma not far away.
Being stared at by Gion made Kuma quite uncomfortable, especially now that he wasn't holding his Bible.
He didn't even know where to look.
So Kuma Bear let out a long sigh, then went to the vicinity of Grandpa Rayleigh and set up his tent.
Seeing Kuma busy at work, Rayleigh chuckled and kicked the wooden pegs that were securing the Kuma with his slipper.
"So, Kuma, that guy's really unique, isn't he?"
"Indeed."
Kuma nodded quietly, then sat down at the tent entrance, gazing at the night sky in solitude.
Long, drawn-out roars echoed from the dense forest, but none of the people present felt any fear.
Hearing the roars of the wild beasts, the Kuma suddenly thought of something. After a moment of thought, he spoke to Rayleigh.
"He always seemed to speak softly to me."
But... his words were far more resounding than the defiant roar of a wild beast.
"Haha, yeah, I didn't know him very well before, but I realized it after today."
This guy's words have a kind of "hearing thunder in silence" feel to them!
Rayleigh chuckled and commented, then cracked his neck.
"I'm getting old. If I were thirty or forty years younger, I probably would have been pulled onto his ship in no time."
As for the reason, aren't you the biggest reason?
Not everyone has the magnanimity to face an assassin, and even fewer people are willing to spend their days with a dangerous guy like you, as the target of an assassination attempt.
I've seen far too many arrogant fellows like that. In my daily work of coating, I've personally witnessed at least one glance of almost every young person who enters this New World.
But only now, for the second time, have I felt that someone is so close to the success they desire.
But this time, the person I saw... his journey had clearly only just begun..."
After saying that, Rayleigh smiled and shook his head, then crawled into his tent.
A moment later, a muscular arm emerged from the tent; it turned out that Rayleigh had forgotten to bring the wine.
Beside him, after watching Rayleigh take the wine into the tent, Kuma remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but look in Gawain's direction.
Then...
Kuma quickly turned his head, Gion was still staring intently at him.
Although he turned his head quickly, Kuma still managed to see Gawain's face clearly.
He closed his eyes peacefully, sleeping soundly.
Recalling how Gawain fell asleep, Kuma looked around again.
To the left was Rayleigh's tent, and not far to the right, Jinbe had dug a puddle and was lying brazenly inside.
Seeing that Kuma was looking over, Jinbe even greeted Kuma.
Behind him, Lucci sat on a branch of a large tree, one leg outstretched and the other bent, teasing a flock of pigeons.
Among those pigeons, one that was slightly larger and wore a tie stood out.
Seeing this, Kuma sighed softly. In the entire rest area, the only person who truly trusted him was the one he had decided to assassinate.
Gawain was sleeping soundly; why was he so relaxed?
Was it because he was confident enough that his men could stop his sudden attack at any moment?
Thinking of this, Kuma shook his head heavily.
Gawain wasn't just self-assurance; it was self-belief!
With a sigh of relief, Kuma silently exhaled.
He began to look forward to the changes Gawain wanted to bring to the world, changes that Gawain hadn't yet told him about.
What kind of changes could possibly warrant the unwavering support of these incredibly talented individuals around him?
Most importantly, will the new changes he mentioned conflict with his own Revolutionary Army?
While pondering, Kuma crawled into his tent, took off his clothes, put down his hat, and fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, in the Kuja Palace, in the Snake Princess Queen's bedroom.
The two younger sisters looked at their Elder Nyon with helpless expressions.
"Elder Nyon, how could my eldest sister possibly be drunk?"
"Given her constitution, even if she drank for three days and three nights, she wouldn't end up like this, right?"
"Yes, Elder Nyon, look! My older sister is starting to talk nonsense!!!"
Following the words of her Second Sister and Third Sisters, the Elder Nyon looked at the Snake Princess's bed with a gloomy expression.
On the down-woven bed, amidst the interlaced gauze curtains, Hancock lay half-undressed, her pretty face flushed.
"He knows, he must know, he knows everything..."
With trembling lips, the Snake Princess squinted and repeatedly uttered the aforementioned words.
Hearing the Snake Princess's words, Elder Nyon took a deep breath.
"You're right, Hancock isn't drunk at all, she's perfectly sober!"
As for her, Saint Gawain probably already knows about Hancock's past as a slave!
"Shut up!"
In an instant, Hancock stood up, letting her red nightgown slip slightly off her left shoulder. Hancock raised her chin and pointed a sharp finger at her Elder Nyon.
"No one can utter that damned word in front of me, no one!"
After saying that, Hancock took two heavy breaths, then plopped down on her bed again.
Looking at Hancock's behavior, Elder Nyon pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Hancock, Gawain has sent someone to invite you to lunch with him again tomorrow!"
"Why...?"
Hancock was taken aback, and she turned to look at her Elder Nyon.
"That guy still won't let me go, I... I..."
At this point, Hancock sat up, crossed her arms over her chest, and gently swayed her body.
Her beautiful princess-cut hairstyle swayed incessantly as she shook.
Hancock continued.
"I am so... weak, pitiful... and helpless. If he were to lay a hand on me, how could I refuse him? Could I find a suitable reason?"
I don't want to see him, even though he knew my identity and still kept that secret for me.
Yes, it's all for the safety of Amazon Lily. He's a wicked Celestial Dragon, a damned Celestial Dragon trash.
If I anger him, then Amazon Lily and I will fall into hell!
So, Elder Nyon time did Saint Gawain ask me to meet him...?
"Hehe, I was just kidding you!"
Faced with Hancock's righteous words, Elder Nyon shouted at Hancock.
Upon hearing this, Hancock's face fell.
Thump!
She collapsed onto the bed again, reverting to her absent-minded state, as if she had blacked out from drinking.
But this time, her words changed.
"Even if he didn't reveal my humble past, it doesn't change the fact that I'm still considered lowly in his eyes. Celestial Dragon really should all die..."
At the bedside, listening to their older sister start cursing the Celestial Dragon again, the two younger sisters finally relaxed.
They Elder Nyon a thumbs up.
"As expected of Elder Nyon, it's really effective! My sister's illness was cured in no time!" ×2.
Hearing the voices of the Second Sister and Third Sisters, Elder Nyon rolled her Byakugan in an old age.
"Only two idiots like you would think Hancock has recovered. She's clearly gotten worse!"
Mental illness, what a terrible mental illness!
"Ha?!!"
The Second Sister and Third Sister were startled and quickly grabbed their Elder Nyon's hands.
"What happened? Has my sister's illness really gotten worse?"
"Yes, Elder Nyon, she's started cursing the Celestial Dragon again. Hasn't she recovered from that strange state yet?"
"Of course not!" Elder Nyon said emphatically. "Once, Hancock harbored extreme hatred for every Celestial Dragon and any man forbidden to appear in Amazon Lily because of her dark past."
But now, it seems she suddenly encountered a Celestial Dragon with a different attitude, and as a result, her extreme reaction completely backfired!
I have seen this disease many times, but I don't know how to name it.
Because a bad person suddenly becomes nice to her, she ends up being nice to the bad person in return, and might even fall in love with him!
What a terrible disease this is!!!
"Huh?!!" ×3!!!
Wait, why is it three?
Hancock immediately sat up.
"Elder Nyon, don't talk nonsense! How could I possibly like a stinky man? Besides, that guy is Celestial Dragon whom I hate to the extreme!"
I wish I could kick him to pieces, inch by inch!
Besides, I've only met him once, just once!!!
"Yes, just once, just because he didn't curse you like the other Celestial Dragon, didn't beat you, and didn't threaten to kill you."
He even humbled himself and drank with you all night long, arm in arm.
And so, you've contracted a disease called Gawain!
My Elder Nyon was scolding me, clearly disappointed in me.
On the bed, Hancock's brows furrowed, and she quickly demanded an explanation.
"I could never be as despicable as you say, Elder Nyon!"
"So what you're saying isn't so bad, but even your old self-reference, 'I, this concubine,' has changed to 'this humble servant'?!"
"Elder Nyon reminding me in a rather impatient tone?"
At this point, Hancock was completely speechless. After a moment of stunned silence, she buried herself heavily in her blankets.
Looking at the quilt bundle that had swelled up again, Elder Nyon and her two sisters looked at each other.
Elder Nyon, leaning on her snake-shaped cane, continued speaking.
"You, as the victim, have actually developed special feelings for Celestial Dragon who shares the same identity as the former perpetrator!"
That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!
While the people on Amazon Lily were fast asleep, on the Moby Dick in the New World...
Whitebeard sat upright in his seat, enjoying a grand lunch with his children.
That's right, it was still daytime in the New World at this time.
While gulping down his drink, Whitebeard cast a disgruntled glance at Marco.
"Marco, don't think that just because you're far enough away from your Pops can't hear your inner monologues, gurgle gurgle!"
"Well, Pops, I wasn't just thinking it to myself, I was being very serious."
"I paid for this meal again. If Pops keeps throwing these banquets, even I won't be able to keep going..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Marco, with his deadpan expression, gave Whitebeard a wry smile.
Seeing Marco's smile, Whitebeard shook his head indifferently.
"Pops, I'm really sorry, but it would be such a waste to not hold a banquet on such a peaceful day!"
Jozu, you think so too, right?
"Of course, I support Pops. Anyway, Marco is in charge of this meal, haha!"
Jozu laughed and raised his fist at Whitebeard.
Watching the two engage in their carefree conversation, Marco pouted and stuck out his tongue.
"Alright then, I'm fine with it. Anyway, Jozu will be in charge of the next banquet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Marco raised his wine bowl and drank it down in large gulps.
His actions were met with cheers from the Moby Dick.
Just then, someone rushed toward the deck. The person climbed onto the deck and shouted at Whitebeard.
"Pops, something terrible has happened!"
"Fossa, what happened? If it's not something really serious, then disrupting the banquet like this will get you a penalty drink, glug glug!"
Whitebeard interrupted the 15th Division Commander with a loud laugh, and then Fossa stopped in front of Whitebeard, replying angrily.
"Pops, I just received a message, and I rushed over the moment I heard it!"
Fish-Man Island... Jinbe's hometown, the King Neptune you promised him... he changed the flag we planted on Fish-Man Island!"
At this point, Fossa gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction.
"They were the ones who came to Pops for help, Pops only reluctantly agreed to plant the flag in that troublesome place."
And without saying a word, they simply replaced our flag!
Sitting opposite him, listening to Fossa's words, Whitebeard frowned.
"Oh?"
After only a moment of confusion, Whitebeard waved his hand magnanimously.
"Jinbe or Neptune, I know their character very well!"
If they really did replace my flag, then they must have found someone more suitable than me to protect Fish-Man Island!
Fossa, in the message you received, did it mention whose flag they switched to?
"Could it be that Haki Shanks again?! Gurarara!!!"
Dear friends, both big and little, the wonderful Children's Day is coming to an end.
So, in the last few hours of the holiday, how about I offer a suggestion?
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Half-dead is typing on his phone, and in just a few days, his thumb has already taken off!