Capítulo 344: Chapter 344: I’ll Take This Cook
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"You're just ignorant about art!"
"Yeah, you're an art idiot"
Even if they couldn't defeat Colt, Deidara and Sasori couldn't help but shout in frustration.
Sasori was annoyed because it was directly him that Colt was insulting, but Colt had looked at Deidara too when he said that so he was annoyed too.
This guy had no appreciation for art!
No matter how perfect the creation, he wouldn't even spare a moment to grasp its essence.
Colt ignored their complaints, addressing them seriously instead:
"When you venture into the New World with your skills, you still need to be cautious. If you provoke any powerful pirates, run first and then call for reinforcements."
"Don't get yourselves killed by underestimating your enemies."
Despite their eccentricities, Colt found these two somewhat endearing and didn't want them to die needlessly.
Deidara shrugged indifferently, his fearless attitude toward death apparent.
He even welcomed the moment he could unveil his ultimate art, a glorious blaze of light.
Similarly, Sasori showed little concern.
"Death is hardly the end, is it?"
"Even if I die, you can always bring me back with the [Impure World Reincarnation]. Death isn't as permanent in your hands as it is for others."
Having assisted Tobirama Senju in several experiments, Sasori was aware that many who had left the world returned through this forbidden technique, still active in the world once more.
Colt's abilities were both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
"You overestimate me." Colt chuckled wryly.
"There is no pure land in this world. Once you're dead, you're really gone. I can't bring you back with the [Impure World Reincarnation]."
Hearing this, Sasori's expression grew solemn.
He still had unfulfilled aspirations and art yet to complete.
In that case, Dying recklessly wasn't an option.
****
As night fell, Colt, Nami, and Robin finally saw Perona.
"No wonder they call her a Princess; this outfit... it's certainly unique."
Nami's astonishment at Perona's gothic attire was evident, while Perona curiously eyed the three visitors.
"Deidara, am I really going to follow them?" Perona asked.
Though she knew Deidara and Sasori planned to set sail, she couldn't shake her own uncertainties about the future.
To outsiders, Gecko Moria might have been a ruthless pirate, but to Perona, he had been like a father. His last words to her had been to let go of revenge and live freely.
Moria had accepted the brutal reality of a pirate's life—kill or be killed.
After much internal struggle, Perona had decided to honor his wish and live without hatred, gradually finding solace in her unlikely friendship with the eccentric Deidara.
But now, she faced a new challenge: what role would she play moving forward?
"That's right. This is Colt, the 'Great Demon King' I told you about." Deidara said between bites of meat.
Colt raised an eyebrow at the nickname. Great Demon King? What was that about?
"Him? A 'Great Demon King'?"
Perona floated closer, inspecting Colt with skepticism.
Before her stood an ordinary, albeit handsome, young man.
Why was Deidara so fearful of him?
Rolling her eyes mischievously, Perona summoned a few spiritual bodies, which flew toward Colt.
Her [Devil Fruit] was a fascinating Paramecia ability, allowing her to project her spirit into the world.
Anyone her spiritual bodies touched would fall into a spiral of despair, overwhelmed by negativity.
Perona smirked, anticipating Colt's reaction.
But to her shock, her clones passed through him harmlessly, eliciting no change in his demeanor.
Confused, Perona blinked. Did my power fail?
After finishing his last bite of food, Colt casually wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Your cooking is impressive," Colt remarked.
"Better than mine. But you still need further training."
Placing the handkerchief down, he looked at Perona, his scarlet eyes glinting with intricate patterns.
With a snap, Perona lost consciousness and fell from the air.
Colt caught her effortlessly.
"I'll take this cook. Go with peace of mind. If anything happens, contact Sasuke or Madara."
Hoisting Perona onto his shoulder, Colt began walking toward the ship.
Behind him, Deidara yelled indignantly.
"Hey! Watch your phrasing! What do you mean, 'go with peace of mind'? It's not like I'm her big bro or anything…"
****
By morning, Perona awoke, her face pale from the endless illusions Colt had subjected her to. Though only hours had passed in reality, it felt like an eternity in the dream world.
"You're awake? Good. Time to cook. Get moving."
Colt's voice startled her, and she turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, watching her with an amused expression.
"You—you!"
"What? Want another round of that 'training'?"
Perona yelped and scrambled off the bed, darting toward the kitchen without even bothering to put on her shoes.
"Where's the kitchen? I'll cook, you monster!"
The cabin door next to hers creaked open, and Robin peeked out, giving Colt a curious look.
"What on earth did you do to her? She's completely different from yesterday."
Colt smirked but didn't answer, merely giving Robin a knowing glance.
What could he say?
He had merely practiced a few techniques he'd learned in the [Tsukuyomi] space.
Still, it surprised him how sensitive Perona was. She wasn't a little girl, after all—despite her youthful appearance.
With a small chuckle, Colt slapped his forehead.
He needed to remind himself that Perona was much older than she looked.
"Let's move quickly," Colt muttered to himself. "Another adventure awaits."
Capítulo 345: Chapter 345: Sabaody Archipelago
(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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Perona quickly adapted to life aboard the Flying Feather, seamlessly blending in without causing any disruption.
Naturally, Nami and Robin couldn't maintain their guard against Perona for long, and they quickly formed a bond.
After all, who could resist an arrogant yet endearingly naive Princess?
Most importantly, Perona's exceptional culinary skills won everyone over within days.
Nami seemed especially delighted.
At only sixteen, she was at the age where playfulness came naturally.
While Robin often preferred reading quietly, now Nami had a suitable playmate in Perona. The laughter of the two girls echoed throughout the ship.
With Perona's addition, the Feather's atmosphere grew livelier.
Even Robin found herself smiling more frequently—a warmth she found herself genuinely enjoying.
However, their cheerful camaraderie occasionally caused trouble.
"If you two mess around in my room again, I'll toss you both into the sea to feed the sharks!" Colt shouted his voice firm and commanding.
Dressed in a bathrobe, Colt sat on the sofa, glaring at the two culprits. Moments earlier, he'd been taking a bath when Perona, in her astral form, emerged through the wall, followed by Nami bursting into his bedroom, shouting, "Got you!"
Caught off guard, Colt could only stand there in shock, allowing them a five-second view.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Now, as the two girls cowered like scolded children, Colt fumed.
"How am I the one at a disadvantage here? You're the ones who barged in! And you had the nerve to scream first! Where's the justice in that?"
Nami crossed her arms defiantly. "It's not like we wanted to see anything! Who takes a bath in broad daylight, anyway? Besides, that—"
Her face turned red, and she hesitated before adding, "It's so big—it's scary!"
Perona's eyes widened before she became visibly dazed.
Her thoughts seemed to swirl as she nodded unconsciously. "Y-yeah… huge."
Colt sighed.
"I'm sorry my physique is so intimidating," he said sarcastically. "But it's not for your use!"
"Enough distractions," Colt continued, his tone serious.
"From now on, no one is allowed on the third floor without my permission. And definitely not in my bedroom!"
Colt's stern expression made it clear he wasn't joking.
Nami and Perona quickly nodded in agreement, realizing the gravity of their mistake.
At that moment, Robin appeared at the door, her knuckles rapping lightly on the frame. "Looks like we're nearing Sabaody. Nami, you should head to the bridge to take a look."
Robin's timely interruption helped ease the tension, allowing the two guilty girls to flee the room hurriedly.
Colt turned to Robin, a slight smirk on his face. "You have impeccable timing."
Robin smiled warmly and replied, "I was just here to call Nami." Her eyes subtly drifted, scanning Colt's exposed, muscular frame beneath the robe.
Colt rolled his eyes at her boldness. "What are you staring at? Want to join me while I change?"
"Can I?" Robin teased, her eyes gleaming.
The door slammed shut in response, muffling Robin's light laughter.
****
Half an hour later, Colt emerged from his room, fully dressed, and stepped onto the deck.
The Feather was slowly docking at the 41st island of the Sabaody Archipelago. Once the ship was secured, Colt and the others disembarked.
Thanks to the clever camouflage added by Iceberg during construction, the Feather appeared to be an ordinary ship. This subtlety prevented trouble from those who might recognize its materials, like the treasure tree Adam, and be tempted by greed.
The Sabaody Archipelago was one of the world's most beautiful locales.
From afar, the interconnected islands appeared like a maze of green roads crisscrossing under a canopy of lush vegetation.
Bubbles, formed from the unique resin secreted by the mangrove roots, floated dreamily into the sky, reflecting sunlight in a dazzling array of colors.
These bubbles, a hallmark of the Sabaody Archipelago, were used for bubble cars, Ferris wheels, and even houses.
"They're mesmerizing," Nami said, her voice filled with wonder as she gazed at the floating orbs.
Colt nodded but quickly steered the group toward their first objective.
"Let's head to some Craftsman first. We'll need to coat the ship for our dive to Fish-Man Island."
Nami controlled her excitement, knowing the coating was a priority.
"Alright, let's not waste time."
Coating the ship was a meticulous process and could take several days.
After some deliberation, Nami selected the most reputable—and expensive—shipyard to ensure their safety.
Colt didn't bother seeking out Rayleigh for assistance, figuring the man was likely off somewhere, engaging in his amusing hobby of auctioning himself.
With the ship's coating arranged, Colt turned to his crew, a grin on his face. "Alright, enjoy your vacation to the fullest!"
He pulled out three stacks of Berries, each worth one million.
"This should be enough for each of you. If it's not, come find me."
Nami eagerly snatched the money, her joy evident.
She even pinched Colt's cheek playfully. Robin accepted hers with a calm smile, likely planning to spend it on books.
Only Perona hesitated.
Seeing her reluctance, Colt pushed the money into her hands.
"It's really for me?" Perona's eyes widened in surprise.
She hadn't expected to be treated equally to Nami and Robin.
"Of course. You're part of the crew now," Colt replied, his tone genuine.
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