Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

Artoria covered her eyes, but her fingers were wide open. The sight she saw through her fingers made her face burn with embarrassment. Her lips moved for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a single word: "...big."

"That's it?" Matsumoto Rangiku frowned in dissatisfaction. "That's too perfunctory!"

"Then, what else do you want!" Artoria's voice trembled.

“At least—” Matsumoto Rangiku thought for a moment, then said seriously, “Describe it, like its shape, its feel—”

"The feel?!" Artoria's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"How would I know what it feels like if I haven't touched it!"

"Do you want to touch it?" Matsumoto Rangiku blinked.

"I don't want to!!!"

Nico Robin, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Rangiku, stop teasing her, Artoria is about to faint."

"Exactly!" Artoria nodded repeatedly, as if grasping at a lifeline: "Robin, you have to do something about her!"

“I can’t control her.” Robin shook his head with a smile, and then—

She slowly stood up.

Chapter 185 My Body Has Nothing to Be Ashamed Of

Warm water cascaded down Robin's shoulders, flowing down her elegant neck, delicate collarbone, and full, undulating curves. Water droplets rolled on her porcelain-white skin like morning dew sliding across flower petals. Her figure was tall and slender, with perfect proportions, her curves gentle yet full, her waist slender and firm, every line exuding intelligence.

The bathtub perfectly outlined her captivating features, her long hair cascading down to her waist, the ends gently swaying in the water.

Since we're going to compete—

Robin tilted his head slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

"Let's be fair then. Everyone except Kanna, stand up."

"Robin, you—" Artoria's eyes widened in disbelief: "How could you join Rangiku in this nonsense!"

"It's not a bad thing to act silly once in a while."

Robin chuckled, her gaze falling on Artoria.

"Come on, Miss Knight, stop hiding in the corner."

"No!" Artoria shrank further into the water, leaving only her head above water. Her golden hair spread out on the surface like a floating golden water lily.

"You guys compete in your own way, don't drag me into it!"

"That won't do—" Matsumoto Rangiku swam over with a grin and reached out to pull her: "We agreed to go together!"

"No! No, no, no!"

Artoria tried desperately to shrink back, but the pool wall blocked her way, and she could only watch helplessly as Matsumoto Rangiku got closer and closer.

"Rangiku, don't come any closer!"

"Oh, don't be shy—"

Rangiku Matsumoto's laughter echoed in the misty steam as she stretched out her arm, her slender fingers just barely touching Artoria's wet, golden hair.

However, Artoria's reaction was more intense than she had anticipated.

She plunged into the water with a sudden dive, like a startled golden koi, and slipped through Matsumoto Rangiku's fingers in an instant, drawing a graceful arc on the bottom of the pool before swimming straight to the other side.

"Puha—!"

Artoria emerged from the water, her long, wet golden hair clinging to her scalp and cheeks, water droplets dripping down her chin.

She watched Matsumoto Rangiku's every move with vigilance.

The pool water was very clear. Although the rising steam made the view a little hazy, Artoria's youthful and taut figure was still faintly visible beneath the surface. Her slender collarbones were clearly defined, her shoulders were rounded and petite, and although her chest was not as full and voluptuous as the others present, it possessed a unique purity and firmness characteristic of a young girl, like a flower bud that had not yet fully bloomed, containing infinite potential and youthful beauty.

Her waist was so slender it could be grasped with one hand, and the lines of her ribs were faintly visible, yet she did not appear thin at all. Instead, she exuded a firmness that came from years of exercise, and every inch of her skin was like a carefully polished piece of white jade, smooth and elastic.

"They run pretty fast—"

Matsumoto Rangiku raised an eyebrow, put her hands on her hips, and laughed out loud without any attempt to hide it.

"But you can't stay hidden in the water forever, can you?"

"I can!" Artoria answered decisively, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

"I'm staying here. You guys keep doing your thing, don't worry about me!"

"That won't do."

A gentle yet undeniable voice sounded from behind Artoria.

Artoria froze, turning her head stiffly.

Unohana Retsu had silently appeared behind her at some point, and was looking at her with a smile.

Hua Jie's figure appeared exceptionally gentle and charming in the misty water vapor. The warm pool water reached her waist, and the part above the water was coated with a soft pearly luster by the light of the luminous pearl.

Her collarbone lines are graceful and subtle, and the curves of her shoulders and neck are like those of a lady from an ancient painting, rounded and elegant.

Her full breasts, moistened by the moisture, became even more lustrous, their contours soft and full. Understated yet possessing a dignified charm that drew the eye, they were like the fullest fruit on a branch in late autumn, hanging heavily and exuding the unique fragrance of a mature woman.

Unohana Retsu's voice was as gentle as if she were coaxing a child: "It's a rare opportunity for everyone to relax together, why make yourself so tense?"

"Flower, Sister Flower..." Artoria's voice softened instantly: "I, I wasn't nervous..."

"Then why do you stay huddled in the water?"

Retsu Unohana tilted her head, a gentle smile in her eyes.

"I……"

Artoria opened her mouth, but couldn't find a reason to refute it for a moment.

Unohana Retsu's words were so gentle and reasonable that if she continued to insist, she would seem like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Come--"

Unohana Retsu extended her hand, palm up, her movements calm and natural.

Artoria looked at Retsu Unohana's outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly released her hands that were protecting her chest, placing her own hands on top of it.

Sister Hua's hands were warm and moist, with thin calluses on her fingertips—marks left from years of wielding a sword—but they did not diminish the gentleness of her palms.

"That's more like it."

Retsu Unohana gently took Artoria's hand and led her towards the center of the pool.

Warm water flowed over the two of them, creating ripples in circles.

The brilliance of the luminous pearl danced on the water's surface, casting a hazy and graceful reflection of the two figures.

Watching this scene, Matsumoto Rangiku couldn't help but whistle: "Hana-neechan really knows how to do things—"

"You're too impatient."

"alright--"

Matsumoto Rangiku clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention back to herself.

She was still standing in the shallow end of the pool, where the water only reached her upper thighs. Her long, straight legs were clearly visible beneath the surface, their lines smooth and powerful, extending from her rounded hips to her slender ankles. Every muscle was perfectly proportioned, neither overly muscular nor too thin.

"Now that everyone's here except Kanna, can we officially begin?"

"Violet, don't just stand there watching, stand up and let everyone see."

Violet paused slightly, then chuckled softly. Her laughter had a unique magnetism, like the gentle plucking of a cello's bass strings, languid and captivating.

"Rangiku, you really are... ruthless."

“Of course—” Matsumoto Rangiku said, hands on her hips, speaking with an air of self-righteousness.

"Since it's a competition, everyone should participate for it to be fair!"

Violet shook her head, raised her hand to undo her high bun, and her thick, long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist, gleaming with a healthy sheen under the light of the luminous pearl.

A few stray strands of hair fell beside her ears, which she casually tucked behind them, revealing her delicate earlobes and graceful neckline.

Then, she slowly stood up.

Warm water cascaded down her shoulders, flowing along her graceful neck, past her delicate collarbones, her full, undulating curves, and her slender, toned waist, before finally flowing into the pool.

Violet's figure is somewhat similar to Robin's, both being tall and slender, but they each have their own unique features in the details.

Her waist was incredibly slender, yet without any sickly thinness, while also outlining a beautiful and full curve of her hips, which connected with her long and straight legs to form a breathtaking arc.

"How about it?"

Violet twirled gracefully, water splashing around her, her long hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Her movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest awkwardness or deliberate effort, as if she were simply a Persian cat stretching its body in the sunlight.

"So big..."

Artoria murmured to herself unconsciously, then realized what she had said and blushed.

“Thank you—” Violet winked at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I...I didn't mean that..."

Artoria tried to explain, but found that the more she tried to explain, the worse it got, so she simply shut her mouth.

“Violette’s lines are beautiful.”

Nicole Robin finally spoke, her voice still calm and elegant, yet carrying a hint of genuine appreciation.

"The muscle definition in your waist and abdomen is particularly attractive; is that the result of long-term exercise?"

"Good eye."

Violet nodded, sat back in the water, and swept her long hair to one side, revealing her slender neck: "I used to dance, and although I haven't had systematic training for a long time, the muscle memory is still there."

"Dance?"

Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes lit up: "No wonder you have such beautiful posture; every move you make is like dancing."

"But Rangiku, don't just focus on judging others. Aren't you one of the main characters yourself?"

“I’m not being modest—” Matsumoto Rangiku raised an eyebrow, stood up again, put her hands on her hips, and unabashedly displayed her graceful figure.

"Come on, everyone, look carefully. I'm not afraid of being compared."