The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

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Merry calls Luffy "Dad" and Sima Di "Mom," while the other crew members use their names followed by "Dad" or "Mom."

Although everyone objected, they couldn't resist Mary's naivety (or perhaps a bit of a quirk). So they had no choice but to go along with it.

Sima Di was helpless against Mei Li, even if she called him Sima Di's mother, it would be fine. But Mei Li and Sima Di staged a classic scene.

"Call me Sima Di's mother!"

"Okay, Mom."

"It's Sima Di's mother!"

"Yes, mother."

Sima Di was speechless.

"Speaking of which, what about the Going Merry...?" Usopp asked after thinking for a moment.

"Cremate her, but not now... and the figurehead must be preserved, otherwise it will resemble Meryl's real body. No matter how injured Meryl is now, I can use my abilities to repair her, but once the figurehead is destroyed, I will be helpless," Sima Di said.

"Then we must protect the figurehead! I'm going right now!" Usopp jumped up and was about to leave.

“Hey! Wait a minute, Usopp! I haven’t finished speaking! Although I gave Merry a spirit, she is fundamentally a ship spirit, so she can’t stray too far from her figurehead! Haven’t you noticed that Merry hasn’t left the ship in all these days? The distance from here to the Merry’s location is already her limit!” Sima Di instructed.

"Oh! I see!" Usopp nodded. "In other words, all we need to do is bring the figurehead, right? Okay!"

Just as Sima Di was about to rush out with his sleeves rolled up, Merry jumped up and grabbed Usopp's leg.

"Wait a minute, Usopp! You can't lift the figurehead with your strength! You should at least ask Zoro or Sanji to help, right?"

"Ah, right... I almost forgot." Usopp scratched his head sheepishly. "Zoro! Come with me to carry the figurehead back!"

"This is really troublesome..." Zoro looked impatient, but he still obediently got up and prepared to follow Usopp.

"There's no need to rush, is there? We'll have breakfast soon. If we eat first, we can make it in time."

As soon as Sima Di finished speaking, Sanji carried a pile of food into the house.

"Everyone! Breakfast is ready!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically, and Meili looked on with anticipation, wondering what human food would taste like.

"Have a meal……"

A familiar voice rang out.

How could 117 get lost?

Speaking of which, Zibu Sheng wasn't among those mobilized earlier. Ever since he saw Mei Li, he's had this dejected look on his face, repeatedly questioning Sima Di about where he'd put his adorable ship girl.

Sima Di raised an eyebrow; it wasn't his idea for Mei Li to grow up to look like a goat with a human body.

“Never mind that guy! Let him be…” Sima Di said, “But I feel like I’ve forgotten something…”

“What could I forget? Of course, it’s training!” Zoro said.

"Eh? Cultivation?" Sima Di's face was as long as a donkey's.

"Stop making that face! Get back to your cultivation!"

Zoro dragged the reluctant Sima Di out the door.

Meanwhile, Zibu Sheng "naturally" stayed here, ostensibly to have close contact with the idols.

Speaking of which, Sima Di once asked Zibu Sheng if he was willing to join the Straw Hat Pirates, but Zibu Sheng shook his head.

—Sorry, Red Heart, although I really want to join, but... I already have someone in the Revolutionary Army whom I want to protect.

Sima Di pressed for details about which girl it was, but Zi Busheng just smiled and remained silent.

City of Seven Waters, West Coast.

Sima Di carried a total weight of 500 jin on his back, constantly sitting and practicing swinging his sword, sweating profusely.

Meanwhile, not far away, Zoro found a rock of unknown weight (maybe a ton) and was doing weightlifting exercises.

At the start of each training session, Sima Di would first do some basic exercises, such as a thousand sets of sword swings, before proceeding with Kendo training.

As he swung his sword, Sima Di saw that Zoro's Snow Walk was intact at his waist, and felt a little uneasy.

If Yuki had left, Zoro wouldn't have been so obsessed with the black sword Shusui, and his battle with the swordsman Ryuma would have been different... But without a doubt, the black sword Shusui is much stronger than any of the three swords Zoro currently wields.

"Sima Di? Hello? Sima Di!"

Zoro called out to Sima Di several times before snapping out of his daze, only to be greeted by Zoro's finger snap.

Sima Di covered his bright red forehead, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"You must be completely focused when swinging the sword! You must not be distracted! It seems your mental strength is starting to wander after just a few days without training!"

"I...I'm sorry..." Sima Di apologized, then quickly regained his composure.

"Alright, you should rest for a while," Zoro said after thinking for a moment. "I haven't been able to concentrate for the past few days. It seems the injuries I sustained at Enies Lobby haven't healed yet."

Emperor Sima smiled wryly and put away the divine magic sword.

That's right, everyone else suffers physical injuries, but he suffers mental ones. Lately, he can't muster any energy for anything, and he easily gets distracted and spaced out. He hasn't even picked up a pen; all his thoughts have died in the Pacific Ocean.

"Speaking of which..."

"Hmm?" Sima Di looked at Zoro.

"Your cries for help back then..."

A cry for help? Ah, Zoro is probably asking why the cry for help was relayed to them, right?

Actually, I don't know either.

"Your voice was so loud back then!"

"what?"

"Your voice can penetrate a whole floor and even reach the undersea tunnel... I never thought your voice was that loud."

"That's not the case at all! My voice should have reached your mind! Your mind!"

Sima Di used the "Nami Roar" technique on Zoro.

"Huh? It's in my mind..." Zoro scratched his head nonchalantly. "I was wondering why it felt a little strange."

Sima Di had a deadpan expression. Zoro is truly unusually eccentric...

"Ah!" Zoro seemed to remember something.

Sima Di nodded, "If you ask why this is the case, I think we can analyze it together..."

"Your sword, you said its sword spirit has awakened, right?" Zoro pointed to the divine sword at his waist.

"So the matter of the knife is more important!"

Sima Di used the "Usopp-style sarcasm" to describe Zoro.

"How...did you do that?" Zoro asked with a serious expression (although Zoro always had a serious expression).

"Well... I think it's probably because of the stimulation I usually give to the sword spirit that it's become more active?" Sima Di explained.

"I see..." Zoro said thoughtfully.

Sima Di hesitated for a moment before saying, "...Do you need my help?"

“That’s unnecessary. I prefer to watch them come into being naturally on their own,” Zoro said with a smile. “After your divine sword spirit awakened, you didn’t use your ability to force its creation, did you?”

"Yes! That's right... Divine magic is different from Meli. Meli was only used under duress, and once I pass away, Meli will practically be buried with me. But if it's done with one's own abilities... then it will accompany time and witness the birth of countless sword wielders and sword lovers." Sima Di smiled as he gripped the hilt of the sword.

Sima Di could feel the joy and boundless energy emanating from the sword.

“Then… let’s continue training,” Zoro suddenly said.

"what?"

"While your enthusiasm hasn't faded yet, continue with the basic exercises, and add another hundred sets of sword swings."

"Hey... Zoro..."

"Hurry up!"

"Master Zoro..."

"It's no use being coquettish!"

Sima Di, weeping, picked up the divine magic sword again and practiced swinging it over and over.

The time spent cultivating always seemed so slow.

It had only been an hour, but it felt like a whole day.

However... Emperor Sima finally arrived.