Giant Tribe Warship of Ant Hell

Paramecia, Slip-Slip Fruit.

Dawn picked up the fruit and examined it carefully in his hand for a moment. It was slightly larger than his palm, moderately heavy, and cool to the touch. Once he confirmed that its characteristics perfectly matched the description in his memory, he handed it to Kalifa beside him.

"Eat it."

Kalifa accepted the fruit. A flicker of delight passed through her eyes behind her glasses, but she quickly regained her composure.

Among Dawn's harem, aside from Gion, who insisted on specializing in swordsmanship, Kalifa was the last one who had yet to become a Devil Fruit user. Dawn had asked her about it a month ago, and only after learning that she merely wanted to "honestly be a desk worker" had he selected this fruit for her.

Kalifa did not hesitate. She took a bite of the fruit, and once her Lineage Factor completed its transformation, her figure underwent subtle changes. Her already well-fitted uniform now clung even more closely to her body, outlining even more perfect curves.

She adjusted her glasses, and a genuine smile appeared on her face.

"An interesting ability. I like it."

She tried taking a few steps. Her movements were exceptionally light, and she could glide at any moment.

"You're already proficient in the Six Powers and Two-Color Haki. With the Slip-Slip Fruit's ability on top of that, you have more than enough means to protect yourself."

"Since you're devoted to clerical work, I won't force you to join frontline battles. But when necessary, make sure you protect yourself."

Kalifa gave a slight bow, her golden ponytail swaying gently with the motion.

"Thank you for your understanding, Commander. I will make good use of this power."

Dawn smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward Kuro.

"You did very well. Starting next