MADS: Vegapunk

Somewhere at sea.

Aboard the Moby Dick.

The sea breeze carried the scent of wine and roast meat across the vast deck.

A victory feast was in full swing. Barrels were cracked open, and laughter mingled with the clink of cups.

Among the rough-and-ready pirates, one figure stood out.

Long, pale-green hair fell softly around her face, with a lock on each side and a red-and-yellow ornament on the right;

her pink kimono was embroidered with crescent patterns, its hem swaying gently in the sea breeze.

Yellow ankle boots covered her slender legs, and a katana hung at her waist.

She stood quietly among the crowd, holding a drink in both hands, a gentle smile on her face.

Toki.

A traveler from eight hundred years ago.

A member of the Amatsuki Family who had never set foot in Wano Country.

Seeking a certain "future" she had to reach, she had crossed through time again and again until she arrived in this era.

On an island, she had been rescued by a samurai who charged toward a woman's cry for help as if possessed by lust.

Once she learned Oden came from Wano Country, Toki made up her mind—

she would sail with the Whitebeard Pirates for now, then accompany Oden to the place she was destined to reach.

At that moment,

Newgate sat in the place of honor at the center of the deck, a huge drinking bowl looking like a toy in his hand.

"Gurararara—!!"

He threw back his head and drank, liquor running down his chin.

The officers around him were drinking heartily too.

"Pops!"

Marco raised his cup with a grin. "Our crew keeps growing. Shouldn't we think about organizing it?"

Newgate set down his bowl, his laughter making the deck tremble.

"Gurararara! You're right!"

"Then let's