One Piece: I Could See Proficiency and Became a Legend

A thousand miles away, two people sat atop a flying sword as broad as a giant door: Dongze and Robin.

This time, Dongze did not push it to full speed. He flew at an ordinary pace.

Robin's eyes were full of wonder. The last time Dongze had taken her flying, they had moved so fast she could not even open her eyes. All she could do was bury her face against his chest. She had never had a chance to enjoy the view.

This time, though, it left her awestruck.

Below them stretched a boundless sea, clear blue and beautiful as a painting.

Around them rolled an endless sea of clouds, veiled in mist like some immortal realm.

The morning sun rose in the east, its rays piercing the haze of night.

The sun sank in the west, its afterglow casting one last light across the world as evening brought its cool.

There were signs of human life, the warmth of countless homes, and the beauty of nature in all its forms: graceful mountains and rushing rivers. That single flight seemed to lift Robin's very spirit.

"Dongze, thank you! I'm so glad I got to see this. It's beautiful! No wonder people have always dreamed of flying."

Dongze paused at her words. Flying?

His thoughts drifted far away. Talk of flight brought to mind the stories he knew so well: Chang'e flying to the moon, Jingwei filling the sea, Kuafu chasing the sun, and the sun bathing in the East Blue.

If he could come here and gain such powers, he sometimes wondered whether those stories might have been real.

Were they strange tales or epics passed down by word of mouth? Myths had to come from somewhere. They could not have sprung from nothing. Who had first passed them