May 12, sunny.
He actually gave everyone another day off. By the rules, they were supposed to rest once every six days.
He had taken the lead in breaking the rules he had made himself.
Yet he still sounded completely justified.
"Rules are dead; people are alive. We have to adapt to local conditions and seek truth from facts."
True enough, they were heading to Sky Island tomorrow. Making everyone keep training today would have been a little excessive.
But I just can't stand how he always acts like he has a reason for everything...
What's wrong with you, Nico Robin? Calm down. He's only someone you're using.
May 13, sunny.
The weather was perfect, with not a cloud in sight. They had completely avoided the Rising Current Mont Blanc had mentioned, and all thirty Hot Air Balloons had been filled with hot air—controlled by Ace.
In only ten days, he had already learned to manipulate flames from a distance.
The flames became like fireflies, drifting into the other Hot Air Balloons before blooming and instantly heating the air inside.
That was already an extremely simple task for him.
That man's judgment had been proven right once again. When it came to strengthening their combat power, he had chosen Ace, this young man, to become an indispensable part of it.
Ace was now universally acknowledged as the team's number two. Of course, I mean in terms of combat power. In terms of status, there was still no number two or number three. His position was unshakable.
That afternoon, Mont Blanc actually lost his nerve at the last moment.
I could understand his fear. If there was no Golden City in the sky, then everything he had spent half his life on would vanish like a joke.
Under the sea, he