Capítulo 336: Chapter 336: Target: Amazon Lily
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"Are you sure?"
Colt's voice carried a note of surprise.
Uchiha Madara had now reached a stage where his strength could only be described as terrifying.
With the exception of Im, who remained shrouded in mystery, Madara's power can be said to be invincible.
Of course, Colt's own strength had to be excluded from this assessment. Or Kaguya for that matter.
Even so, it seemed that Madara could not let go of his relentless pursuit of power, yet.
"Of course. My goal isn't limited to normal people!" Madara's words were laced with fiery determination, a passion even a fool could discern.
His goal was people who had ascended above a normal ninja like him and Hashirama. Colt and Kaguya were an example.
Colt chuckled softly.
Madara's ambitions seemed to be aiming for him and Kaguya's.
However, Colt's priorities were different.
After all, there was still the pressing matter of dealing with Kaguya and whether to bring her or not.
"You won't achieve this with your current resources. Frankly, you're still far from it," Colt remarked.
"It doesn't matter," Madara replied confidently.
"I have time. I can take my time and grow stronger."
"Alright, come find me when you arrive in the New World," Colt nodded, concluding the conversation.
Hanging up the phone, he turned to Nami, who stood nearby.
"How long until we reach Water 7?" Colt asked, gazing out at the endless expanse of the sea.
The sheer vastness of the deep waters left him momentarily disoriented.
Time had become meaningless on the ocean.
He couldn't even recall how many days had passed since they descended from the Sky Island.
"About three days," Nami replied, her expression tinged with curiosity.
"Why? You seem unusually anxious. Is something wrong?"
In the past, Colt rarely concerned himself with such matters.
He didn't even mind if their ship veered off course, adopting a carefree approach to their journey.
"I can't help it," Colt sighed.
"Everyone else is moving too fast. I can't afford to play around any longer. We need to get our new ship and move on to the next destination."
Robin who was nearby was interested.
"New destination?"
"And where's that?"
"Amazon Lily," Colt answered with determination.
Both Nami and Robin shared a look and shook their heads.
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Three Days Later
Colt and his crew arrived at Water 7 and headed straight for the Company responsible for building their ship.
Iceberg, the company's owner, greeted them warmly as soon as he heard of their arrival. They were big customers, to say the least.
Standing beside him was Kalifa, who bowed slightly upon seeing Colt.
"Colt-san, what a coincidence! Your ship was completed just two days ago. Would you like to see it?"
This commission was worth a staggering two billion Berries—a significant portion of Iceberg's annual revenue.
Losing this deal would be disastrous, so his enthusiasm was palpable.
Following Iceberg to the docks, they were greeted by the sight of a brand-new three-masted sailing ship.
It rested there majestically; its figurehead carved into the shape of a very cool-looking dog's head.
It was common to see animal totems adorning ship bows, symbolizing good fortune or strength. From Whitebeard's Moby Dick to the Doflamingo figurehead of the Donquixote Pirates, such designs held meaning.
Colt had followed the trend, choosing a dog for his ship's figurehead. Unlike Garp's hound, though, Colt's was modeled after Ichibi's majestic look, inspired by his fondness for his own pet during his earlier years.
Nami, clearly excited, dashed ahead of the group to explore the ship.
"Shall we board as well, Iceberg?" Colt gestured with a smile, urging him forward.
Seeing Nami's delight, Iceberg relaxed, confident that the deal was secure.
He began describing the ship's features in detail.
Initially, Colt had commissioned a small sailboat, but his intricate requirements had necessitated an upgrade to a larger vessel.
"The ship is 35 meters long and 15 meters wide, and finally 35 meters tall (including the mast); the ship has three decks," Iceberg explained as they boarded.
He led Colt to the top deck.
"This entire floor is the captain's cabin. It includes living quarters, an office, and even a private bathroom to ensure maximum comfort."
Colt nodded approvingly, his gaze lingering on the oversized bed.
Iceberg clearly understood his tastes.
"The second deck contains crew quarters, divided into individual rooms as per your request," Iceberg continued.
"The first deck houses all functional areas: a library, leisure hall, bar, hot spring room, and gymnasium. All facilities are equipped with the best appliances."
Even Nico Robin seemed impressed by the ship's luxurious design.
Below deck, there were additional storage rooms, a spacious kitchen, and two mini-boats for special missions.
"What about the power system?" Colt inquired.
Iceberg grinned proudly.
"Your ship is equipped with our company's most advanced technology. We've also added a special power system sourced from outside."
He pointed to the fuel pool.
"All you need is Cola to power the ship. For increased speed, flames can be used. The higher the flame temperature, the faster the ship."
Nami covered her mouth in astonishment. "Cola can be used as fuel?"
Iceberg puffed his chest. "This is cutting-edge technology I acquired at great expense. It's one-of-a-kind."
Colt listened but showed little interest.
He knew this technology likely originated from Franky, the shipwright of the Straw Hat Pirates.
While impressive, only Vegapunk's inventions truly intrigued him.
Satisfied with the ship's features, Colt agreed to pay the full amount genuinely.
As they admired their new vessel, Nami lightly tugged on Colt's arm.
"Colt-san, let's name it! A name that'll make it uniquely ours."
Looking at the silver bracelet on his wrist, Colt smiled.
"The Thousand Flowing Feather. Let's call it that."
"Or in short, the Flowing Feather"
Nami beamed, clearly pleased with the choice.
Robin also nodded her head.
Capítulo 337: Chapter 337: Not Pirates
(T/N: There is now a p.atreon for this work, and any new work I add will be dropped there first. check it out for an early release of up to 30 chapters edited smoothly. https://www.p.atreon.com/INeedRest)
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Colt was a true master of ninjutsu, a title he earned through an unparalleled command of countless jutsu and secret techniques.
Across the ninja world, his mastery was undisputed. From conventional jutsu to the rarest Kekkei Genkai, and even the god-like powers of the Six Paths Senjutsu, there was simply no rival who could stand against him.
His [Wood Style] was said to surpass even Hashirama Senju's legendary prowess, and his ocular abilities eclipsed those of Madara Uchiha, making him a force of nature on the battlefield. Yet, despite his unmatched strength, Colt's favorite technique remained the Thousand Flowing Feathers—a breathtaking creation of his own design.
Though its name suggested a thousand feathers, the reality was far more overwhelming—three thousand radiant, razor-sharp feathers that scattered in all directions. This technique was enough to send even the bravest foes into retreat, as each feather carried an unmatched precision and lethality.
Ironically, Colt's immense power often rendered such techniques unnecessary.
Few battles ever required him to unleash that technique in combination with [Ten No Shiso] and the [Flying Thunder God].
His dominance meant that most conflicts ended before they truly began.
While others might revel in such supremacy, Colt sometimes found it dull—invincibility robbed him of the thrill of challenge.
As he stood aboard his newly built ship, a sense of nostalgia due to the name he had chosen, crept into his thoughts.
Robin and Nami watched him silently.
They then nodded as Colt shared the name he'd chosen for the vessel.
Nami, always the pragmatist, spoke up. "Since you've already named it, have you thought about designing a pirate flag?" she asked.
Her words struck a chord. A pirate flag wasn't just decoration; it was a declaration of identity and strength. Take Whitebeard's flag, for example—it symbolized protection and power so great that even the boldest feared provoking him. His flag alone ensured Fish-Man Island's safety, a feat few could replicate.
Colt shook his head.
"We're not pirates," he corrected.
"We're just innocent people wrongly labeled as criminals by the corrupt Marines."
Iceberg, who had been listening on the sidelines, couldn't help but twitch at the irony.
"If you're wanted by the Marines, doesn't that still make you a pirate?" he muttered under his breath.
Robin, suppressing a chuckle, recalled the countless times Nami had framed their situation in terms of piracy, only for Colt to vehemently correct her.
This sensitivity to the title puzzled Robin.
To her, being labeled a pirate wasn't inherently bad.
Even great figures like Dr. Clover, the pride of Ohara, had been wanted by the Marines.
But to Colt, admitting he was a pirate was an affront to someone who had once ruled over an entire world.
In the end, Nami surrendered, raising her hands in defeat.
Still, Colt humored her request, sketching a pirate flag on the spot.
The design featured two pure white wings shining against a stark black background.
"I'll call it the Sky Wings," Colt declared, admiring his handiwork.
He felt a tinge of pride—his practice in drawing had finally paid off. The thought of showing this off to Yakumo brought a smile to his face.
After confirming the design, he generously provided the funds to Iceberg, and the ship was ready to sail.
Before setting off, Nami deftly maneuvered the new ship beside their old one, ensuring all their belongings were transferred over. They then spent time decorating their quarters to suit their preferences.
Thanks once again to Sasuke's financial support.
The next morning, their journey resumed.
"We need to call Aokiji and ask for the location of Amazon Lily," Colt asked of Robin.
The Island was hidden deep within the Calm Belt, and only a select few knew its precise coordinates.
Robin, flipping through a book, paused and smiled slyly.
"Are you going there just to see the world's most beautiful woman, Boa Hancock?"
Colt rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. Do you think I'd travel that far just to meet a pretty face?"
Then, with a playful smirk, he added, "Besides, I'm sure that you're no less stunning than Hancock."
Robin's lips curled into a charming smile. Colt's compliment left her pleasantly surprised and determined to care for her skin even more.
Back in her quarters, she retrieved the communication device used to contact Aokiji.
She then gave it to Colt.
When the line connected, the slug mimicked Aokiji's relaxed yet slightly surprised expression.
"Didn't we just speak a couple of days ago?"
Colt cut straight to the point.
"I need the coordinates for Amazon Lily."
"That's the Pirate Empress's territory, right? I don't have the details, but Marine HQ does. Hold on, I'll get the info."
Aokiji replied.
As Colt prepared to end the call, Aokiji interrupted.
"Before you go—"
"What now?" Colt asked, annoyed.
"That Hancock has a pretty fiery personality. Try to not cause any trouble—especially since you already have Robin and that other one with you—"
Click!
Colt slammed the receiver, his face dark.
"I'll definitely get back at Aokiji for this," he muttered, irritated by the insinuations.
Robin, finding his reaction amusing, couldn't suppress her laughter. Aokiji's fatherly concern warmed her heart.
"Don't laugh," Colt was annoyed.
"When Aokiji sends the coordinates, give them to Nami—and make sure you explain clearly that my relationship with you is purely professional."
Robin raised a brow. "Professional? What else could it be?"
"Besides, aren't you married anyway? And to multiple women"
"Yeah,"
"When will we get to see them?" she asked curiously.
Colt shrugged as he walked away. "It's not the time yet to bring them into this, but soon... very soon."
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