You Need Both Cats and Dogs to Be Complete

Time passed, and it was December 1521.

Marine Headquarters, Grand Inspector's Office.

The room was smaller than the Fleet Admiral's Office, but it was well-lit. The entire East Side wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, and sunlight streamed in from behind the white sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the light gray tatami mats. A dark brown wooden tea table was placed near the window, with four upholstered chairs around it.

Sengoku sat in the main seat, wearing a loose gray-white kimono and slippers. His hair was completely white. The wrinkles on his face were much deeper than last year, but he looked very healthy, like an ordinary retired old man.

Garp sat opposite him, cross-legged, holding a cup of hot tea. He wasn't wearing his military jacket, just a dark blue short-sleeved shirt that revealed his muscular arms. Half a bag of Senbei had been eaten, crumbs scattered on the table.

"Sengoku, why haven't you dyed your hair lately?"

Garp stuffed Senbei into his mouth, crunching it as he looked down at Sengoku's head.

"Hahaha, this old man no longer needs it."

Sengoku Guo laughed heartily, his voice full of energy, not at all like a seventy-eight-year-old man.

He's 78 years old this year. His hair was originally white. He dyed it black when he was still serving as Fleet Admiral, considering his public image.

"However, that Sakazuki guy will probably need to dye his hair in a few years."

Sengoku's expression was extremely 'sinister'.

He has now stepped down to a secondary role, becoming the 'Grand Inspector' of the Marine Headquarters. Since relinquishing his heavy responsibility Fleet Admiral, his personality has become much more cheerful... or perhaps he has stopped pretending.

"Pfft--Hahahaha--!"

Garp burst into laughter upon hearing this, slapping his thigh repeatedly.

He sat near the window, her gray hair tied in a simple short ponytail, and her light purple shirt collar was neatly buttoned.

"You two are disrespectful to your elders."

Staff Officer Tsuru, with his posture upright, held a teacup in his right hand. Looking at his two Old Mate' behavior, he pressed his forehead with his left hand as he complained.

After the laughter subsided, the three former colleagues chatted about some recent trivial matters.

But since these were all high-ranking naval officers, the content gradually became more formal. One of the unavoidable topics was 'Bondrewd'.

The crane put down its teacup and spoke.

"The investigation into 'Bondrewd' has still made no substantial progress."

Garp paused for a moment, then uttered a low utterance.

There haven't been any major developments in eight months.

Garp is still active duty, but he rarely participates in frontline operations anymore. In essence, he is in a state of 'retirement'.

But before he could fully retire, there was still one thing on his mind that he couldn't let go of: Bondrewd.

What exactly is he plotting?

Since the Hachinosu incident, Bondrewd has been quiet for eight months. It's almost the end of the year now.

Sengoku leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests.

"It's definitely suspicious. In the past, this would have caused quite a stir long ago."

Since Bondrewd appeared, he has made a big splash every three to six months.

Two months ago, the navy was extremely tense. But in the end, nothing happened.

Staff Officer Tsuru his teacup, his gaze falling on the surface of the tea.

"It's not entirely safe. Road Island is still quite active."

It just hasn't escalated into a 'major crisis' yet. The navy is starting to feel a bit out of sorts.

The three veterans discussed the topic of Bondrewd for a while, but then found it difficult to continue. There was no progress in any area, which made them somewhat uneasy.

"Speaking of which, Zephyr has been in frequent contact with the 'students' lately... This is a bit strange."

Staff Officer Tsuru mentioned another old comrade-in-arms.

Garp and Sengoku's expressions both became somewhat complicated.

As contemporaries, all three of them maintained some private contact with Zephyr.

Judging from recent events, although Zephyr has not openly opposed the Celestial Dragons, some of his remarks are... even more radical than Garp's.

"Therefore, while the Babylon lineage is certainly good, we must be careful not to cause any trouble."

Sengoku stroked his beard.

He didn't have much of a problem with the Babylon navy. From a simple perspective of right and wrong, they were all Justice people.

When the topic of 'Babylon' was brought up, Sengoku changed the subject and looked at the crane.

"What does Little Kujaku really think about the Great Angel? Could it really be Political Marriage?"

Garp chimed in.

"That Angel boy is such a womanizer, does Little Kujaku really like him!?"

Staff Officer Tsuru's reply was calm.

"That girl herself said that she has no problem with either maintaining the status quo or marrying into the family."

Staff Officer Tsuru sighed softly and paused.

"However, Sakazuki felt it would embarrass the Navy and did not intend to conduct it under an 'official' name."

After hearing this, Sengoku scratched his chin. He could understand.

However, if it's not done in the official name of the Navy, then it's a personal matter and doesn't count as Political Marriage.

Garp snorted and grabbed another Senbei.

... And the person they were discussing was not on 'Blue Star' at that moment.

In the Moon City, at the Third Research Institute, in the underground Biological Laboratory.

On the central experimental table, a tall, muscular, bearded man was wearing a straitjacket and Seastone Collar around his neck.

His body was strapped to the table with metal straps, his eyes were closed, and he was unconscious. A thick brown beard spread across his chest, and his strong arms still showed obvious muscle lines under the straitjacket.

Around the laboratory, several Artificial Angel dressed in white robes were working at their respective workstations.

The data on the screen kept refreshing; vital signs, Brain Waves waveforms, blood oxygen levels, and all indicators were within a stable range.

York stood in front of the main control console, wearing a light purple bodysuit over a white lab coat, with her light gold wavy Twin Tails hanging down her shoulders.

Large, sky-blue eyes stared at the data curves on the screen, occasionally dangling long, slender fingers to slide across the touch panel.

The mechanical door opened automatically. York glanced back, then smiled.

"Lord Sephi ~!"

Sephiroth entered the laboratory, wearing a black stand-up collar shirt and a white lab coat. He glanced at 'Bondy Wald' on the lab table, then looked at York.

How's the progress?

Wald escaped from Impel Down but was captured by "Smile." He was later imprisoned on Sky Island, where York was in charge of his research.

Shortly after York was sent to the moon by Sephiroth, Wald was also sent there, and the project continued.

"The Green Blood of the More-More Fruit is basically complete."

York turned around and tapped the data panel on the screen with his finger.

"It can be used on a small scale. If you want to extract the fruit now, that's fine too."

The More-More Fruit, also known as the More-More Fruit, allows the Devil Fruit User to amplify the speed and size of inanimate objects they come into contact with, up to a hundred times.

It can also increase one's speed, up to a hundred times. Whether one can react in actual combat is another matter.

However, it cannot amplify its own body, nor can it be used to amplify its domineering Haki. Overall, it is still very powerful.

Sephiroth walked to the test bench and looked at Wald.

No need to smoke for now.

Since Sephiroth doesn't have a suitable replacement at the moment, he'll maintain the status quo for now.

He considered giving Zephamomo Fruit, but considering Zephamo ...

If Zephyr ever manages to recruit Garp into NEO, then we could ask Garp if he wants to eat this Devil Fruit.

Okay~

York shrugged and didn't press the matter.

Sephiroth sat down in a chair next to York.

"Regarding the issue of 'post-fruit extraction sequelae,' the six-month observation period has ended. What are the conclusions?"

York picked up a data panel from the console and scribbled a few lines on it with his finger.

"Based on observations over the past six months, everything is normal."

The 'Honey Queen' promised to her by Sephiroth was used as a maid by York.

There have been no abnormalities in her health over the past six months. Other participants also had normal test results.

What about those with Devil Fruit User?

Sephiroth looked at York, who was squatting in front of him, his cute, round face revealing an adorable, innocent smile. His cunning was well hidden.

"After Absalom ate the 'Elephant-Elephant Fruit,' all his tests were the same as those of a normal Devil Fruit User, and there have been no other problems in the past three months."

York took the task Sephiroth had given him very seriously and dared not slack off.

"Then there's no problem."

Sephiroth stood up.

For the sake of 'contrast', Sephiroth put his hands to use the 'Elephant Sword' he had retrieved during the Enies Lobby Incident.

The 'Elephant-Elephant Fruit' was extracted and fed to Absalom, who had lost his 'Clear-Clear Fruit', making him a test subject for 'second-generation Devil Fruit User '.

"Extract Absalom's Elephant-Elephant Fruit. Then arrange for Bellamy, Edra, the Bear King, Erik, and Absalom to be euthanized."

York nodded, even thinking Sephiroth was too kind and should have been used more effectively. But then she remembered that one was missing.

"Lord Sephi, where is Foxy?"

"Sent to the circus as a staff member. B-Rank."

Sephiroth's treatment of Foxy was relatively lenient. Although he was indeed not a good person, he was mostly a comedic character.

"I see."

York nodded in agreement.

... on the other side.

In the art room within the Moon Temple Inner Court.

Several completed oil paintings, mostly still lifes and landscapes, hung on the wall. Paint tubes and palettes were scattered on the floor in front of the easels.

Monet sat in a chair in front of his easel, holding a fine-tipped oil paintbrush in his hand.

She was wearing a white lace-trimmed dress today, and her long, grass-green hair fell over her shoulders.

The canvas in front of me is a half-finished snow scene. The distant mountains and the nearby pine forest are basically formed, but the sky is still blank.

An old piece of music was playing from a film camera in the corner, and the piano notes flowed softly through the room.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi) on the Round Table not far away suddenly rang.

The Artificial Angel Maid standing beside him picked up Den Den Mushi) and walked over to Monet. Monet put down his pen and took the receiver.

"Sister Monet ~ Lord Sephi requests your presence at the Atrium tea room."

Mikita's slightly pinched voice came from the Den Den Mushi.

I'll be right there.

Monet hung up the phone, wiped his hands with the cloth beside him, and got up to leave the art room.

She walked through the Inner Court corridors, past the common Living Room, and down the stairs to the Temple Atrium. Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock at the door of the tea room, the door opened automatically.

Inside was a room styled like a European tea party.

The long table was made of dark Victoria wood, covered with a white lace tablecloth, and set with several exquisite tea sets. Four high-backed armchairs surrounded the table, their seats upholstered in deep purple velvet.

Sephiroth, Mikita, and Sugar are already sitting here.

Today, Mikita was wearing a French Maid outfit: black leather shoes, black stockings, and a very short skirt that barely covered her thighs. She sat on a chair with her legs crossed, in a languid posture.

Sugar snuggled up to Sephiroth, clinging to his arm. She wore a fluffy dress with a red hooded cape over it. When she saw Monet enter, Sugar made a face at her.

Monet was a little puzzled as to why Sugar was there. Then she realized something and spoke in a tone that was four parts teasing and six parts incredulous.

"Could it be that Lord Sephi is going to target 'Sugar'?"

Sephiroth waved for Monet to sit down.

"That's true."

Sugar, clinging to Sephiroth's arm, made a second face at her sister.

Monet, on the contrary, started to panic. Sugar's real age was indeed correct, but her current physical condition...

Monet sat down hesitantly opposite Sephiroth.

Sephiroth didn't explain further. He snapped his Snap.

The side door of the conference room opened, and PX-0 came out, pushing a large cart of fruit.

Monet, Sugar, Mikita didn't recognize PX-0 and thought it was some kind of Artificial Angel.

A white robe covered his entire body, and a hood obscured his face; he looked no different from the other robots.

"This PX-0 is used to 'extract' the fruit."

The three then remembered what Sephiroth had mentioned about 'extracting the fruit' six months ago.

Sephiroth continued.

"Current observations show no long-term effects. Therefore, we can proceed with the extraction now. If you change your mind, you don't have to proceed."

This isn't just polite talk. Although the Snow-Snow Fruit is Logia, his forces are certainly not lacking in combat power right now. The Hobby-Hobby Fruit can't be left out in the open, so as long as he can keep it in his hands, it's fine to leave it with Sugar.

Monet and Sugar exchanged a glance.

"I want to pull it out."

The Sugar should open first.

Me too.

Monet nodded.

After receiving a reply, Sephiroth gave orders to PX-0.

"The fruit from which Sugar is extracted."

PX-0 walked up to Sugar. Black smoke billowed from between his fingers, coiling around his forearm, and pierced through Sugar's chest. Sugar's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped into the chair.

Then, change began.

Sugar's body grew larger at a visible rate. Her limbs stretched, her shoulders broadened, her waist lengthened, and the curves of her chest exploded, filling out the fabric of her fluffy dress.

In just a few seconds, she transformed from a little girl into a voluptuous young woman, regaining the appearance of a 21-year-old.

Her puffy dress stretched taut, the seams ripping and making tearing sounds, making it look like an extremely form-fitting, battle-damaged mini-dress. Her originally fluffy pumpkin pants were also stretched and ripped.

Monet and Mikita were both stunned. Sephiroth also raised an eyebrow slightly, genuinely not expecting it to happen so quickly.

Sugar slumped onto the soft carpet, letting out a slightly coy, shy, and exaggerated "Ah!" sound before covering her private parts with her red hooded cloak. The hooded cloak wasn't large, but it was enough to cover her private parts.

Sephiroth snapped his Snap. The Artificial Angel Maid standing nearby stepped forward and took Sugar away.

Px-0 also stuck his hand into the pile of fruit, and a few seconds later, pulled out the 'Hobby-Hobby Fruit'.

After seeing Sugar being carried away, Sephiroth coughed lightly.

"Continue."

PX-0 walked up to Monet and extracted the Snow-Snow Fruit. Monet only felt a little weak, with no other adverse reactions.

Sephiroth picked up a prepared fruit from the cart.

"Zoan: Serval-Serval Fruit."

He had obtained this fruit from Hanafuda a few years ago. He handed the fruit to Monet.

"Lord Sephi?"

Monet was somewhat puzzled.

"Zoan items can improve your physical abilities."

Upon hearing this, Monet understood Sephiroth's thoughts. Shyly covering her face, she 'charmingly' rolled her eyes at Sephiroth through her fingers.

Sephiroth laughed, pulled Monet's hand away, and watched her blush.

In fact, even Sephiroth wasn't entirely sure what Monet's shyness was. Sometimes, even simple compliments would make Monet blush.

But Monet also had some very bold behaviors; she did things that would make a normal girl shy without batting an eye.

"... Got it. Hmph..."

Monet still picked it up and ate it, his expression momentarily faltering.

I thought I'd only eat this once in my life, but it's truly a groundbreaking experience.

A dozen seconds later, Monet had a sudden inspiration and transformed into a half-orc. Cat Ears grew on his head and a cat tail grew behind him. The color of the tail was the same as his hair, green.

"What a cat girl."

Sephiroth sighed.

Then he looked at Mikita.

"Your turn."

Mikita pointed to her face with her index finger in surprise.

Do I want some too?

Her ability is the 'Paramecia Kilo-Kilo Fruit,' which is considered a relatively weak fruit. Logically, it shouldn't be of much use to Sephiroth.

"I just wanted you to get a Zoan Devil Fruit too."

Sephiroth picked up another fruit from the cart.

"Zoan: Golden Retriever"

This was bought at a Titans auction.

Sephiroth stated that a healthy family needs both cats and dogs.

Px-0 also executed the command and extracted Mikita's fruit.

The weakened Mikita picked up the new Devil Fruit, looked at it with a complicated expression, and then took a bite.

Her expression was even more strained Monet's, but she ultimately swallowed it down.

It also unfolds in its half-orc form, with golden dog ears growing from its blond head, and a fluffy golden tail swishing behind it.

Sephiroth looked at the green cat and the golden dog and couldn't help but exclaim, "Great kindness!"

... after some time...

Inside a room filled with a fairytale-like atmosphere.

The walls are light Pink, the curtains are printed with small floral patterns, the bed is a fairytale-style big bed with a canopy, and sheer curtains hang from the bedposts. The carpet is soft white plush, and various dolls and picture books are displayed on the shelves against the wall.

Sugar changed into a well-fitting light Pink nightgown. She lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, raising her hand to look at her long, slender fingers.

'--Grown up.'

I've truly grown up.

She once thought the Hobby-Hobby Fruit would keep her forever in childhood. Now she's twenty-one, and her body and age are finally in sync.

She rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and chuckled softly.

Just then, the door to the room opened.

Sephiroth walked in holding a white Devil Fruit.

Sugar immediately sat up, looking at Sephiroth somewhat embarrassed. But upon seeing the fruit, she asked a question.

"This is?"

"Zoan -type White Rabbit Fruit."

Sugar paused for a moment, then understood the situation.

Sephiroth wasn't entirely joking when he said it. He wasn't going to be 'pretentious' either; he couldn't just 'forget' her among the moon's crew.

Sugar obediently took the fruit, took a bite, her expression contorted, and then swallowed it.

Under Sephiroth's gaze, white rabbit ears sprouted from the top of his head, and a round white rabbit tail appeared behind him, stretching the back of his pajamas into an arc.

Sephiroth looked at the Bunny Girl in front of him and sighed.

"Now, the cat, dog, fox, and rabbit are all here."

Sugar's rabbit ears stood up and trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Sephiroth couldn't help but bend down.

The soft, warm fur of the rabbit ears brushed against Sephiroth's cheek. Sugar's arms encircled his neck, and the rabbit tail swayed gently behind him.

The room lights shone quietly. The fairytale-style canopy bed cast a soft shadow. After a long while, it finally quieted down.