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

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Sima Di. It's me." Nami's voice came from outside the door.

Sima Di panicked immediately, threw the whiteboard marker away, and then looked around for something to cover it up.

“Anything you need… Ah, you can put it here.”

"Sima Di? Are you in there?" Nami knocked on the door twice more.

"I'm coming!"

Sima Di quickly shoved the portable erasable whiteboard behind the floor-length black curtains, then pretended to be calm as he opened the door for Nami.

"Why are you taking so long? What are you doing?"

"No, I didn't do anything," Sima Di said with an awkward smile.

"Really?" Nami looked suspiciously through Sima Di's room.

Sima Di's room was three to four times larger than the original rooms on the Going Merry, and its facilities were more complete than Sima Di had imagined, comparable to the standard equipment of a luxury five-star hotel.

The room's overall color scheme was predominantly black and white, somewhat monotonous but as expected. Surprisingly, however, a pink princess bed was placed in the very center of the room, creating a stark contrast with the rest of the space.

Although Sanji had suggested to Sima Di that he simply change the whole house to pink, Sima Di refused with a happy expression.

"Isn't this a great combination?" Sima Di said.

However, even now, Nami can't stand the visual impact.

"What are you... looking for, Nami? Is there something strange going to appear in my room?" Sima Di let Nami in and casually closed his door.

Luo's wanted poster for 210 million was prominently displayed on the back of the door. Although Emperor Sima couldn't figure out where the million came from, the increase in the bounty was something he was happy to see.

"It's just a sixth sense..." Nami looked around stubbornly, finally noticing the slightly swaying curtains and the whiteboard marker lying on the floor. "So... what did you write on the whiteboard that you didn't want anyone to see? And you secretly hid it behind the curtains?"

"I...I just wrote a little..."

"I know! Sima Di! It's a newly introduced character, right?!" Nami suddenly sprang up, rushing to the curtains at a speed that even Sima Di couldn't stop, and then pulled them open with a whoosh.

“Nami…” Sima Di felt utterly helpless.

"First generation, second generation... and Holy Envoy... what the heck is this? Is it a new sect setting? What's this sect called? It seems to have a long history," Nami asked.

"Spades".

"Spade? Strange name... but why does it sound so familiar?" Nami looked at the whiteboard and finally noticed something strange on it.

The tenth generation, Red Heart Sima Emperor.

Nami pointed to this line of text, and 087's expression changed.

"Could it be... all the important figures in this Navy's highest research department?"

“What research department… it’s all just a front.” Sima Di stepped forward, took out the whiteboard, and placed it in the center of the room. “I know you’ve all noticed my bounty, but you haven’t asked about it yet simply because you respect my wishes.”

“Sima Di…” Nami quickly said, “If telling those things will cause you a lot of pain, then you don’t have to say them.”

Although Nami didn't know what Sima Di was going through, she could sense it. Whether it was the "I'm sorry" he kept saying when he was seriously injured and unconscious, or the way he liked to hide in a corner of the Going Merry and daydream, Nami knew it all.

Perhaps the reason Sima Di and Nami were able to forge such a deep friendship is because they believed in each other as kindred spirits.

"The pain and all that, those difficult times are long gone. If I didn't tell you the whole story, I would be betraying your trust. Besides, I believe in you... If it were you, no matter what happened, you would definitely be able to save me just like you saved Robin, wouldn't you?"

Nami looked at Sima Di and smiled, a smile as gentle and radiant as the one on the wanted poster.

129 Eating meat, fishing, and moon gazing

"Yes." Nami nodded emphatically. "Absolutely, we absolutely will!"

If it were you guys, no matter what happens, you would definitely be able to save me just like you saved Robin, right?

-

The Sunny, grass deck.

Apart from Sima Di and Nami, everyone else was gathered here.

“…These are what Mom said.” Mel relayed Nami and Sima Di’s conversation to them.

As Sima Di said, everyone noticed the markings on the wanted poster and refrained from asking him, respecting his wishes. However, this didn't mean they didn't want to know. Usopp, in particular, asked Merry to relay any news from Sima Di, especially any mention of spades, to them.

The entire ship, including the Sunny, was connected. Whatever the Sunny saw or heard meant that the Sunny saw or heard it too. Therefore, it was normal for Sima Di not to realize that the Sunny was spying on him.

If Sima Di knew about this, he would probably be furious. In just a few days, Merry has already completely obeyed Usopp.

"Of course!" Luffy chuckled.

"He's talking nonsense again." Zoro's tone was a little disdainful, but there was a smile on his face.

"This little Sima is the cutest~!" Sanji exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with hearts. "That's right! I'll practice my Diable Jambe hard today too!"

"Leave Sima Di to me, Lord Usopp, to save! Hahaha!" Usopp laughed loudly, but then heard a crack. "I... I twisted... Ouch!"

"Me too! Me too! I'll do my part for Sima Di's cause!" Chopper said, raising his hand.

“That’s just the kind of person Sima Di is. Once he decides to believe something, he’ll believe it completely and even reveal everything. You can see that from Sima Di. And… he’s a lot like Luffy in that respect,” Robin said slowly, sipping her coffee.

After the Enies Lobby incident, Robin stopped addressing everyone as "Mr. Swordsman" or "Little Navigator," and started calling them by their names.

"Waaah... It's so touching, what a strong bond. I'll help Sima Di too." Franky pulled out a small handkerchief from somewhere, only one-sixth the size of his face, but he still insisted on using it to blow his nose.

-

The Sonny, Sima Di's room.

Sima Di touched his pearl earring sheepishly. "But... this matter is a bit too complicated. I'm still thinking about how to explain it to you. So I wrote a simple character diagram to see if it can help me clarify my thoughts."

Nami nodded knowingly, "So that's how it is..."

"Speaking of which, Nami, what brings you here?" Sima Di asked.

"I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it. I came here to tell you that the newspaper you asked me to keep an eye out for has finally published it." Nami handed the newspaper to Sima Di. "Look at this. It's on this page, the one with the largest layout."

Sima Di's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested. "Any latest news about the aftermath of the Enies Lobby incident?"

Sima Di has been paying close attention to these things lately. He's not concerned about CP9, of course; he knows everything that happened after CP9, it's all recorded on the cover of each chapter. What he's looking for is information about Brad, or at the very least, whether he's dead or alive.

"Let me see... Today we successfully captured CP9 members Gabu and Kaku, and charged them with dereliction of duty. The confirmed deceased CP9 members are Spandam, Bruno, Kujira, Otonashi, Kalifa, and trainee Nero. We are now issuing warrants for the whereabouts of Rob Lucci, trainee Whis, and the traitor Murasakibe..."

Sima Di's voice grew softer and softer as he read, until it became inaudible.

"That's how it is... It's really heartbreaking. It seems the Navy is blaming CP9 for the consequences of the Buster Call at Enies Lobby. And while we didn't suffer any losses after the Buster Call, they lost quite a few." Nami's eyes were filled with sadness.

He was fighting Kalifa just moments ago, and now he's gone forever.

After Nami finished speaking, Sima Di didn't react for a long time. When she looked up, she found Sima Di staring blankly at the newspaper, seemingly not understanding the contents.

"Sima Di? What's wrong?" Nami asked with concern.

"These people...are all dead?" Sima Di asked incredulously.

“Yes, they’re all dead. Except for that Nero guy, the others died in the Buster Call. They sank with the whole island, and their bodies were only recently recovered,” Nami said.

Sima Di listened to Nami's tone, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. Sima Di opened his mouth to say something, but then thought that this was normal. Although the other party was not an ordinary person, in a state of serious injury and unconsciousness, they could not possibly escape an island that was about to be destroyed, especially since many of them were ability users.

“Yes…that’s how things should develop…” Sima Di murmured.

"Huh? What do you mean by 'normal development'?"

"No, it's nothing. I mean, it's normal for Weiss to escape," Sima Di quickly said.

Forget about that. Maybe in the original world, this story wasn't written with such negative content because it was geared towards teenagers. Right now, the matter of Spades is more important.

"Weiss? Why do you say that? Is he also your cousin?"

“What? ... I don’t have that many cousins. Weiss, he’s actually a member of Spades too.” Sima Di pointed to one of the lines on the whiteboard, “The third generation Holy Envoy, Brad... Because of his special abilities, I almost became addicted to the illusion. His attack power isn’t strong, but he has a lot of restrictive methods. I have to be careful next time I encounter this guy.”

"The Demon Beauty Fruit... what's that?" Nami asked, puzzled. Clearly, she had never heard of a Demon Beauty Fruit.

"Well... I'll explain it to you all later." After Sima Di finished speaking, he took a deep breath and then said in an extremely sincere tone, "...Nami, please gather everyone together for me. Please."

-

Although Emperor Sima asked him to help gather everyone, why is it that all of "everyone" has already gathered on their own initiative?

"Why are you all here? What happened?" Nami asked.

“We just actively participate in group activities,” Robin said.

As soon as Robin finished speaking, the others nodded frantically in agreement.

"Then... what are you doing here?" Nami asked, squinting her eyes.

"Eat meat."

"drink wine."

"fishing."

"The card room."

"Moon viewing."

The enemy? I understand!

Nami received several very “consistent” answers, except for one very strange one mixed in.