"So strong! I feel like I could beat the Holy Knight instructor now!"
Still in her Little Dragon Maiden form, Nami planted her hands on her hips and laughed smugly.
"You ate a Mythical Zoan, and you can only beat guys worth around thirty million... are you serious?"
Ulti sighed as if giving up and muttered in exasperation.
Perhaps they were simply born incompatible. Even though there was no real conflict between them, whenever they met, they would...
"Hmph~ Ulti, you're just jealous~!"
Nami smugly shook her head, making her dragon horns sway.
In her Little Dragon Maiden form, the beastly features consisted only of dragon horns and fine, cherry-pink scales appearing from the corners of her eyes down to her cheeks, as well as on her arms and elsewhere.
But her body had changed somewhat too. Her physique, already ahead of most girls her age, was now close to how it would be in 1522.
Her twin forward-mounted armor plates stretched her original blue-and-white sailor uniform completely taut.
"...Jealous?"
Ulti scoffed and jumped straight into Sephiroth's lap as he sat on the sofa. She deliberately arranged herself into a bridal carry and brought her face close to his.
"Say that again."
As a former member of the Beasts Pirates, Ulti understood perfectly well what a Mythical Zoan meant.
Without technological equipment, an ordinary Holy Knight had combat strength equivalent to an average bounty of thirty million.
Was she jealous? Yes, a little.
But Ulti's mouth was every bit as stubborn as her skull was hard.
"Graaah-"
"Mrow-"
The Pachycephalosaurus and the pink dragon hissed at each other. Nami had been a little afraid of Ulti, that "barbarian," before. Now she dared to hiss right back.
"Save the horsing around for later. For now, let's discuss how to develop this