Proposal for New Rules

The representatives of the member nations included Alabasta's King Cobra, Dressrosa's King Riku with his daughter Violet, Fish-Man Island's King Neptune, and others. Their expressions varied, filled with anticipation and unease.

Allen did not sit in the seat of honor. Instead, he had set up an absurdly luxurious recliner in a corner of the hall. Perona, who was floating in midair and dozing, lay in his arms, while he himself looked as though he might fall asleep at any moment. Every so often, he pinched Perona's bun-like cheeks.

Dragon began, "Everyone, the order of the old era has already collapsed. We have gathered here today to discuss together the establishment of a fairer, freer, and more peaceful new world order. Our first agenda item is the structure and functions of the new World Government..."

Just as Dragon was about to lay out his blueprint, Allen's lazy voice drifted from the corner, as though he had just woken up. "Huh? Structure? Functions? That's easy!"

Everyone's gaze instantly turned toward the corner.

Allen yawned, rubbed Perona's hair, and drawled, "Proposal One: World Property Company Theory."

"Look, the member nations are the property owners, right? The owners pay property fees—taxes—to support the property company, which is the new World Government."

"What does the property company do? The security department, meaning the Marines, guards the homes and catches thieves—pirates."

"The customer service department and Enies Lobby handle neighborhood disputes and lawsuits, while the finance department prints and collects money."

"Dragon, I think you'd be perfect as the property manager... no, the chairman! Find a few deputy managers... directors! For ordinary matters, you directors vote to settle them. For major matters..."

Allen paused. Amid everyone's twitching stares, he magically took out a huge glittering Golden Light coin. "...flip a coin to decide! Fair, just, and open! Saves everyone the trouble of arguing!"

Deathly Silence filled the hall, broken only by the sound of Garp munching crackers. Crunch crunch.

"Proposal Two: Adventurer Licenses!"

"Then what about all those energetic young people who want to go to sea and hunt for treasure? Better to guide them than block them! Set up an explorer licensing system! Want to sail out? First, go take an exam at the Marines... oh, the security department!"

Allen counted on his fingers. "Written subjects: 'Maritime Safety Regulations,' 'Rare Species Protection Act,' and 'Basic Meteorology.'"

"Proposal Three: the World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament!"

"And what about those violent types who only like fighting and want to become the strongest?"

Allen wore an expression that said he understood them perfectly. "Easy! Hold the World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament every year! Broadcast live worldwide! Prize money rich enough to make you drool! Before the matches, everyone has to sign a waiver. If you kill or cripple someone in the ring, you bear the consequences yourself—it's not against the law! Want to become the World's Number One Swordsman, the strongest boxing champion, or a god-tier sniper? Compete by category! A champion's title only lasts one year! Want it? Come back and fight next year!"

He picked up a Den Den Mushi that was already connected. "Hey, Luffy, hear that? Want to become the Pirate King? Go fight in the annual finals first! Win, and you'll be the officially recognized World's Strongest Pirate King!"

The Den Den Mushi instantly turned into Luffy's excited, blurry face. "Meat! A competition?! That sounds super—fun!!! I'm joining! I'm taking the championship! I'm definitely becoming the Pirate King!!! Hehehe!"

Dragon pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling his blood pressure soar.

Property company? Flipping coins? What the hell was all this?

"Pfft!" Sengoku sprayed out the rice cracker he had just stuffed into his mouth and began coughing violently.

"Abs... absurd! How can the World Government be treated as a joke! Flipping coins?! I... I..."

Garp burst out laughing. "Hahahaha! Flipping coins is good! Simple! Way more interesting than meetings! Sengoku, give me some rice crackers!"

Tsuru fiercely drew an X beside Allen's first proposal in her little notebook and wrote beside it: "Dangerous individual. Proposals require strict review."

"Ah, well... it sounds... unexpectedly relaxing?"

Kuzan felt that not having to worry about things himself did not seem too bad.

Cobra, King Riku, Neptune, and the other representatives of the member nations looked at one another, their expressions wonderfully varied.

Property fees? A security department? It sounded... kind of... reasonable? But flipping coins was far too ridiculous! And that "World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament"... it felt like it would produce a lot of demolition squad members!

Having finished his proposals, Allen contentedly curled back into the recliner and buried his face in Perona's hair. "Mmm... sleepy... You guys keep discussing the details..."

Perona's Negi-Negi Ghost floated happily across the ceiling of the hall.

Sunshine, beaches, and the shadows of coconut palms.

Hachinosu Island had completely turned into a cheerful vacation resort.

At the beach party, Yamato was drenched in sweat from playing and lifted a barrel of ice-cold fruit juice to chug it down.

"Ha—! That hit the spot! Hey! New girl! Yiyi, right? Get me another barrel of ice-cold stuff!"

Yamato casually shouted toward Yiyi, who sat beneath a nearby parasol elegantly sipping iced black tea.

Imu's hand holding the teacup paused ever so slightly.

She did not even raise her head. Yet through her sunglasses, those deep eyes precisely locked onto Yamato.

An invisible, intangible presence—heavy as mountains and cold as the polar regions, a restrained version of Conqueror's Haki—brushed over Yamato like a breeze.

"Uwah—!"

Yamato, who had been full of energy a moment ago, instantly reacted like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, every hair on her body standing on end!

With lightning speed, she whooshed behind Allen, who was grilling meat, grabbed tightly onto the hem of his clothes, and said in a trembling voice, "Allen! She... she was mean to me! Her eyes are so scary! Like... like Father before he gets angry!"

Over on Onigashima, Kaido sneezed. "Achoo! Who's talking about me?"

Allen was busy brushing the grilled meat with his secret sauce. Without turning around, he casually rubbed Yamato's fluffy head. "There, there. Don't be scared. Yiyi just... hmm... isn't used to being ordered around. After all, she used to be the one ordering everyone else around."

He turned his head and raised his voice toward Yiyi. "Yiyi~ Don't scare the Kid. She's still a child."

Imu elegantly set down her teacup, picked up a silk handkerchief beside her, and gently dabbed the corner of her mouth. Every movement carried an aristocratic air. Her red lips parted, releasing an extremely soft, infinitely mocking and faintly lazy, "Hmph."

Then she continued admiring the sea view, as though she had merely chased away a noisy seagull.

Behind Allen, Yamato bared her teeth and made faces at Yiyi's back.

Saint Charlos's Kumashi Conquest Plan.

Saint Charlos had taken a liking to Perona's beloved giant teddy bear, Kumashi (Zombie Bear), thinking its fluffy body would make an excellent mount.

While Perona was dozing, he sniffled and clumsily tried to climb onto Kumashi's back.

"Hehehe... big bear... become this Saint's mount... take me to Lord Allen..."

A Negi-Negi Ghost drifted out from the tip of Perona's umbrella and passed precisely through Saint Charlos's body.

"Uwah—!"

Saint Charlos instantly slid off Kumashi's back and sprawled face-down in the sand, limbs splayed wide. He wailed heartbreakingly, "I'm a snot worm... I'm a filthy snot worm... I'm not worthy to ride such a cute bear... My existence only pollutes the air... Wuwuwu..."

Kumashi's enormous bear paw landed right beside him, as though silently mocking him.