Mariejois – Room of Flowers
Between the blooming flowers, Im forcefully suppressed another consciousness and then fell silent. His figure gradually blurred and eventually disappeared from the throne.
However, what he didn't realize was that when his eyes glowed red, a faint purple light flashed in Chiga's eyes, who was currently standing beside Nerona.
Chiga seed to sense sothing and turned to glance in a certain direction. Nerona, who had been speaking to him, noticed his sudden distraction and couldn't help but ask,
"Chiga, what are you looking at?"
Chiga shook his head and smiled.
"Nothing. Just a feeling. I think it's ti for to go."
"Ah? You're leaving already? Can't you stay a few more days? I wanted to take you to see the slave fights!"
"I still have a mission to attend to. And about those slaves… you should really get rid of that bad habit."
"I just enjoy watching them fight. And don't worry, the ones I buy are all pirates. I know you're a Marine, I get it."
"You're more self-aware than I thought. Anyway, I really have to leave. Next ti, I'll take you to Sabaody Archipelago."
"Really? Then you better keep your promise!"
Nerona was truly afraid that Chiga would go back to ignoring her—no replies to letters, no answers to Den Den Mushi calls.
Before, she accepted that he didn't care much for her. But after spending these last two days together—especially that one night—she had grown attached to him.
If Chiga went back to treating her indifferently, she wasn't sure she could handle it.
She secretly resolved: If he dares to ignore again, I'll personally go to Marine Headquarters and ask him why he's so heartless!
Just thinking about it made Nerona smile like a fool again.
As expected, Chiga imdiately flicked her forehead, snapping her out of her fantasy.
Nerona didn't dare act arrogant. In front of Chiga, her identity as a Celestial Dragon ant nothing—and she knew flaunting it would only earn his contempt.
But strangely, she didn't mind. Their current relationship was refreshing. She'd never experienced anything like it, and she was enjoying herself.
Seeing her behave so obediently after the flick, Chiga actually felt a little bad.
Nerona had been surprisingly considerate these past few days. It would've been rude to leave without showing any gratitude.
With that thought, Chiga reached into his Door-Door Space and pulled out a small gold nugget. He looked at it for a mont and softly muttered:
"Lightning Forging."
Zzz!
Purple lightning crackled in his palm. The intense heat distorted the air around his hand as the gold lted into liquid and took shape—eventually forming a miniature version of the Flying Thunder God Kunai.
A small orb of black fla cooled it rapidly. Then Chiga attached a slip of paper inscribed with the Flying Thunder God Jutsu to the kunai's handle, completing the process.
Nerona watched with wide eyes, marveling as he turned a lump of gold into a strange-looking object. She thought to herself:
Chiga's ability really is amazing… though that thing looks kind of ugly.
Chiga examined the mini kunai and nodded in satisfaction. Not bad craftsmanship.
He handed the kunai to Nerona.
"Here. It's for you."
"Eh? For ? It's beautiful!"
Nerona hadn't expected a gift. She imdiately snatched it and tucked it into her "spacesuit" like a precious treasure, as if afraid he might change his mind.
Seeing her so protective of it, Chiga sighed, then said,
"You probably won't ever need it. But if you're in danger, use that to summon . I'm leaving."
Nerona nodded eagerly, clutching her chest. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Chiga's figure vanished into thin air.
Nerona stood frozen, staring at the empty spot in front of her and murmured softly,
"At least… one more kiss…"
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Six Paths of Reincarnation – Chiga's Office
Kalifa sat at Chiga's desk, reviewing the latest docunts from Marine Headquarters. Her pen moved swiftly, annotating and signing off on various items. She had long since beco accustod to handling these duties in his absence.
If she wanted to, she could've taken advantage of Chiga's na and done as she pleased. But Kalifa wasn't that type.
She knew she couldn't help him much in battle, so she made sure his affairs off the battlefield were in perfect order.
Ever since the Five Elders "sold" her to Chiga, her life had centered entirely around him.
She was well aware that many won surrounded Chiga—but so what? She was the one who spent the most ti by his side, more than even Gion could claim.
Kalifa was content with that. If she had one small complaint, it would be the presence of Ain, who was currently lounging on the sofa.
Ain had recently beco one of Chiga's followers. Though she didn't interfere with Kalifa's duties, her presence made it difficult to have alone ti with him.
Of course, Ain had no idea Kalifa was ntally complaining about her. She sat on the sofa, quietly admiring Kalifa's work ethic.
Kalifa really is capable… everything is always perfectly arranged.
Ain had always admired Kalifa, not because of age, but because of her experience and composure. She felt like a child in comparison.
Kalifa had trained within the World Governnt—her skills and knowledge reflected that. Ain respected her deeply.
While both won were lost in thought, Chiga suddenly reappeared in the office… and this ti, he landed directly in Kalifa's lap.
Feeling the unexpected weight, Chiga leaned back slightly, noticed Ain staring at him strangely, and asked,
"Did this chair get new padding? It's surprisingly comfortable. Did Kalifa change it? Where is she?"
Ain covered her face and sighed.
"You're sitting on her."
Chiga froze. He quickly stood up and turned to find Kalifa, her face bright red.
Kalifa glared at him and was just about to say sothing—
"Boss, you—"
"Stop! It was an accident! Total accident!"
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