One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

The Ark Proverb flies steadily above the clouds.

The golden hull pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, leaving a long white trail behind it.

The sunlight streamed onto the deck, warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the unpredictable Grand Line below.

After Luo's lead poisoning was cured, the atmosphere on the ship became noticeably more relaxed.

Yamato was the most outrageous; he would simply move several barrels of sake out of the warehouse and keep clamoring to hold a banquet to celebrate.

Roy shut her down with "still on the way," but allowed her to have a couple more drinks with dinner.

At this moment, Yamato was sitting on the ship's railing, his legs dangling over the outside, holding the medical book Kureha had given him, and looking at it with a swaying head.

But clearly his mind wasn't on the medical book at all, but on Luo, who was quietly reading a book to the side.

"Luo!"

Yamato leaned closer. "What are you looking at?"

"Medical books." Luo said without looking up.

"I know it's a medical book! I'll ask you which one you're looking at!"

Luo flipped the cover over to show her—"Toxicology and Mechanisms of Cell Pathogenesis".

Yamato glanced at it; the dense text paired with the complex molecular structure diagram made her feel dizzy after three seconds.

"You little brat, the books you're reading are harder to understand than the homework I did on Ghost Island back in the day."

Luo glanced at her: "You've been to school?"

"Of course not!"

Yamato was perfectly justified.

"How could Kaido possibly let me go to school! He doesn't even know what textbooks look like!"

Luo's lips twitched, too lazy to reply, and he continued to read his book.

Pea was squatting in the corner of the deck, tending to the snow lotus she had brought from Drum Island.

The petals are as white as snow, shimmering faintly in the sunlight, and they bloom even better than they did on Drum Island.

"It looks so cute..." the pea murmured, gently dusting the leaves with a small brush.

Enel floated in mid-air, his eyes closed, his Observation Haki covering an area of ​​dozens of nautical miles.

Ever since Kureha pointed out his problem of "broad range but insufficient precision," this guy has become unusually serious, spending several hours every day practicing perceiving details.

"Thirty nautical miles to the southeast, there are three sea kings."

He muttered something under his breath.

"Its length... is about fifty meters, and it's swimming north."

"Twelve nautical miles to the southwest, there is a merchant ship. On board... there are fifteen people, and the cargo is... grain and cloth."

He opened his eyes, a hint of smugness on his face: "My accuracy is much better than yesterday."

"Yes, yes, you're the strongest." Tesoro leaned against the mast, toying with a gold coin in his hand, his tone perfunctory.

Enel glared at him: "You don't believe me? I can even sense how many Berries you have in your pocket!"

"Oh? How much?"

"Forty-seven thousand three hundred and twenty Berries."

Tesoro paused, looked down to count the money in his pocket, and his expression changed slightly: "How did you know?"

"Hmph." Enel raised his chin. "That's precision!"

Tezzolo's lips twitched, he silently buttoned up his pocket, and took two steps to the side.

Savi and Bar practiced together in the middle of the deck.

Both men were shirtless, their muscles gleaming bronze in the sunlight.

Savi's punches were faster than in the small garden, each punch accompanied by a subtle sonic boom.

Instead of simply enduring the force head-on, Baal began to learn to use his footwork to deflect the impact and his body rotation to neutralize it.

Although the movements are still a bit clumsy, there is already obvious progress.

"Baal, your stance is still not stable enough." Savi threw a punch, and Bal took two steps back, his footing making a loud thud on the deck.

"I know."

Barr scratched his head sheepishly.

"Boss Barrett said the same thing, and I'm still practicing."

Burgess, watching from the sidelines, was itching to join in and clamored to do so, but Lafayette stopped him.

"Save your energy."

Lafayette sat to one side, wiping his sword.

"What if something happens later?"

"Who dares to mess with us on this high seas?" Bages said dismissively.

Lafayette didn't reply, but he didn't stop wiping the sword.

Kazami sat alone at the stern of the boat, her eyes closed, her fingers gently gesturing on her knees.

After returning from the small garden, he had been processing the sword techniques he had secretly learned from Dongli—

That bold and unrestrained style was completely different from his fast sword, but something contained within it made him vaguely grasp something.

He pondered Kureha's words, "Pushing too hard can backfire," many times and gradually gained some new understanding of them.

Charon and Van Auger are playing chess—on a makeshift board made of seashells and pebbles.

Both men were expressionless, making their moves extremely slowly, taking a long time to think about each move.

Two hours had passed and the game was still undecided. Yamato, who was watching the game from the sidelines, had already taken a nap and then woke up again.

"You two... can you hurry up?" She yawned.

"No rush," Charon said calmly.

"Calm down," Van Auger added.

Yamato remained silent, clutching his spiked club, and closed his eyes again.

Roy lay on the bow of the boat, squinting as he quietly savored the tranquility of the moment.

The pointer beside him was pointing straight towards the Sabaody Archipelago.

At the current speed of Ark Proverbs, it should arrive in a few more days.

He was planning his arrangements after arriving at the Sabaody Archipelago—Fishman Island, the New World… and Shanks, the red-haired man who was about to enter the New World.

Just then, Van Auger suddenly put down his chess piece.

His movements were very light, but everyone noticed them—because this person usually doesn't even blink when playing chess.

"Captain." Van Augur stood up, walked to the ship's side, raised his sniper rifle, and looked out at the distant sea through the scope.

There's a boat below.

Roy's Observation Haki activated simultaneously.

Sure enough, about ten nautical miles below the Ark Proverb, a fleet was sailing.

"What ship?" Tezzolo walked over.

Van Augur was silent for a few seconds, then carefully observed through the scope.

"A ship of the World Government. Flying the World Government flag."

He paused.

"And... three naval warships are escorting it."

The atmosphere on the deck changed instantly upon hearing this.

Yamato opened his eyes, his hand already gripping his spiked club. Savi and Baal stopped their sparring and walked to the ship's railing. Enel landed from mid-air, his golden staff held horizontally in front of him.

Everyone was waiting for Roy's orders.

Roy didn't rush to speak. His Observation Haki locked onto the fleet below, carefully sensing the presence of each ship.

The three warships each carried several hundred naval soldiers. The officers on board were of considerable rank, at least lieutenant commanders or higher.

On the World Government's ship, there were several auras in the cabin—not strong, but very capable, like specially trained guards.

But what really caught Roy's attention was the most powerful aura emanating from the first warship.

He was very familiar with that aura.

Powerful, composed, and carrying a sense of weight and experience from years of battle.