Tom's Workshop

Water 7.

This gigantic city, with water as its lifeblood, shimmered beneath the afternoon sun.

Its intricate waterways spread like a silver spiderweb, arched bridges spanned the banks like rainbows, and buildings rose and fell along the canals—yet beneath that splendid facade, the city's deep weariness could not be concealed.

The streets beside the waterways were sparsely populated. Shops once piled high with ship models and tools now stood largely deserted.

The occasional person dressed as a shipwright passed by with a troubled expression that did not suit this "city of shipbuilding."

The shadow of economic decline hung over the entire island like sea fog.

Amid this desolate sight, the appearance of a group of little girls was particularly conspicuous. Dressed in various outfits, they gathered by the canal railing, chattering away.

"Say, Dawn, do we really have to do this? Keeping up this cloud mist is exhausting for me."

Nami suddenly frowned in displeasure and muttered softly toward the empty air behind her.

"I'm a wanted criminal. If I'm discovered, you girls won't be able to play happily anymore. Besides, this can train your ability too. Killing two birds with one stone."

Dawn shot Nami an irritated glare, curled his finger, and flicked a wisp of extremely weak Armament Haki at her forehead.

Nami cried, "Ow!" and covered her forehead.

"That hurt! You violent maniac! Once my Observation Haki gets a little stronger, I'll definitely dodge your sneak attacks in advance!"

"I'll be waiting."

The invisible Dawn chuckled, unconcerned.

Nami curled her lips and muttered things like "tyrant" and "dictator" under her breath, making the other girls snicker.

Before long, after venting her frustrations, Nami tossed her earlier annoyance aside and went back to chatting with her little friends.

Dawn's gaze passed through the mirage as he silently observed