Within the dark, dim expanse between the white clouds, soft glimmers of light slowly lit up. On the throne at the head seat, a pair of azure eyes smiled without a word, leaving Nico Robin frozen where she stood.
"What? You bastard, you know Miss Robin that well? Don't just casually hit on—on—pfft pfft pfft!!!"
"Sanji! Don't die, don't die! He's lost too much blood! Somebody, hurry and save him, Sanji..."
Countless azure Reishi poured into his body. Sanji, who had nearly bled out, instantly revived on the spot, only to faint again before he could recover from his shock.
"Big Brother, what's wrong with this guy?"
"He was probably overwhelmed by your beauty..."
"Honestly, don't say things like that in front of outsiders. I'll get embarrassed..."
Everyone instinctively turned toward the figure on the throne. Her glazed long hair and ornate headpiece were magnificent, while beneath her embroidered kimono, a fair, lotus-white arm was faintly visible.
Her noble bearing carried a hint of girlish shyness.
With flawless, delicate features and deep blue, watery eyes, she was leaning against a long-haired man's chest, her brows filled with affection.
"Poor Sanji. No wonder he fainted. That level of stimulation was simply too much. You can't blame him..."
Chopper sighed. Then, with a soft ring of a blade, dazzling pure-white sword energy suddenly shot toward the rear of the group.
"Who was that? An enemy?"
"This feeling is... Three-Sword Style: 1080 Pound Phoenix!"
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang...
With just one slash of sword energy, thousands of blue-green sword energies shattered in response. Zoro looked up as a plain blade descended from the clouds.
"Yo, Zoro. You've grown too—you can even unleash flying slashes now. But you still haven't grown enough. What have you been doing these past few years?"