What Nami was thinking… Ryuji had no idea.
All he knew right now was—
"The sea is so boring."
After a full day of training, he sat on the deck, staring out at the endless ocean, feeling utterly drained.
Games? Needed to be charged. But out here, there wasn't even a spare outlet—solar panels took forever to recharge.
Aside from physical and magical training, there was nothing to do.
After being overwhelmed and blacking out the first time, Robin now fobbed him off with her clones every time he initiated anything intimate. Sure, it still felt good, but… it just wasn't the same.
Besides, this kind of thing wasn't something you could just casually do at sea. There was no place to properly clean up, and fresh water was precious. Other than washing up after several days of sweaty training, he tried to avoid using water for bathing altogether.
It was frustrating. Even in modern times, water scarcity was still a very real issue.
Early on, it wasn't so bad aboard Robin's ship, but after a while, even Ryuji had no choice but to start drinking rum—the water had started to smell. To make it drinkable, it had to be replaced, sun-dried, or mixed with alcohol.
Ryuji finally understood why pirates had such a hard time making money.
Because they had to spend money on alcohol. It wasn't just about enjoying a drink—on the open sea, drinking was practically survival.
With nothing else to do, watching Roger's antics like a sitcom was the only form of entertainment.
"It's precisely because of the hardships and boredom of the journey that adventure becomes so thrilling!"
That was Roger's cheerful response to Ryuji's complaints, roaring with laughter and knocking back his drink.
"Man…"
Ryuji waved his hand, conjuring water to swirl before him. But when he tried to summon fire at the same time, he failed—he simply couldn't multitask.
It felt like trying to swing a sword with one hand and wield a spear with the other. Completely contradictory.
In this world, fire was his main power. Given that nobody wanted the Mera Mera no Mi (Flame-Flame Fruit), fire was strong, but not flashy—he could just call it "magic" and most people would buy it.
But water… that was a whole different story.
Even as a novice, he could stir the sea into small whirlpools—enough to overturn a couple of ships. That alone was already game-breaking in naval combat.
Sure, some powers could shake the ocean, levitate, or generate steam…
But to directly control water like he did? That was unheard of.
He was a total anomaly. Not something anyone could dismiss with a glance like fire powers.
So even though he trained his Water Control techniques, he had no intention of using them in actual combat unless absolutely necessary—and only if he could be sure no witnesses would live to talk about it.
Otherwise, he'd be drowning in trouble.
Just then, Roger suddenly shouted from above:
"Oho! A circus ship!!"
He sprang up like a monkey, jumping t to the observation deck and pointing toward the horizon. Ryuji brought out the high-powered telescope he'd bought in the Food Wars world—one that could even see the surface of the moon—and looked in the direction Roger indicated.
It took him a moment, but then he saw it: what Roger called a circus ship was actually a pirate ship in circus attire.
The so-called performers were looting a seaside town, breaking into houses and looting everything they could carry.
Behind the town, on a nearby mountain, Ryuji spotted townspeople hiding—faces full of worry, huddled together.
"Pirates, huh? But if it's a circus crew… could it be—"
He paused, right as Roger shouted again:
"Eh?! Is that Buggy?! Seriously?! That's really him! What the hell is he doing in the East Blue—and why is he so weak?!"
Roger roasted his former crewmate without mercy, then hopped down to the helm with a grin.
"Hey, kid. Wanna go take a look?"
Ryuji lowered the telescope. No one in town had died—clearly, they had evacuated to the hills before Buggy's arrival.
Still, their property was now being looted, and some pirates were even lighting houses on fire for fun.
He didn't like these kinds of people. But since they hadn't killed anyone—at least not in front of him—and out of respect for Roger, he let it slide.
"…Whatever."
If he remembered right, this might be where Nami makes her debut.
But he wasn't sure. In this world, fleeing from pirates seemed like standard survival protocol. Nami could very well show up later with Luffy instead.
After all, who knew how many villages Buggy had raided—or how many lives he'd taken?
In the anime, Buggy had always been played for laughs. Ryuji had honestly never paid him much attention.
Roger, sensing Ryuji's cold indifference, flinched a little—then quickly realized it must be due to his distaste for looting. After so many days together, he'd come to understand Ryuji's temperament.
"Don't worry. He's still got some restraint."
Roger laughed lightly, unconcerned. Life at sea was different for everyone. As long as Ryuji wasn't his enemy or insulting his crew, Roger didn't care about his opinions.
"Ah, brings back memories… I wonder what kind of face Buggy'll make when he sees his dead captain walking and talking again."
Roger chuckled, stroking his chin, clearly looking forward to the reunion.
Meanwhile, Ryuji decided to head back to his cabin. He wasn't some righteous hero, but he definitely didn't want to sit around drinking with scum like Buggy.
"Now that I think about it, Roger and I have different opinions on many issues…"
Ryuji realized the gap between them wasn't just in philosophy—it was personal. Over the past few days, he hadn't socialized much with Roger, and maybe it wasn't just due to his training.Maybe, deep down, he'd been avoiding him.
Their relationship had always been transactional.Ryuji allowed Roger to reunited with his wife and child.Roger, in return, taught Ryuji how to get stronger.
That was it. Nothing more.
They'd never even shared a meal or drink—only after leaving the Calm Belt did Roger gift him a bottle of liquor.
He hadn't noticed it until now, but seeing this blatant robbery made their differences crystal clear.
"Whatever. No point overthinking it."
He returned to his room. Seeing his low spirits, Robin glanced at him, sighed… and summoned a soft, warm clone to lie beside him.
Ryuji looked at her in surprise. Robin didn't even lift her eyes from the English book he'd brought her as she casually replied:
"Don't overdo it. And clean the bed after. Otherwise, you're sleeping on deck tonight."
She could tell—while Ryuji could coexist peacefully with someone like Roger, there was no way he'd get along with the kind of bottom-feeding pirate Buggy represented.
She didn't know why someone connected to the Pirate King was loitering in the East Blue with such scum, but one thing was clear: Ryuji had no interest in meeting him—and he certainly wouldn't be attending the upcoming party.
So naturally…
Someone had to keep him company.
"Thanks."
Ryuji smiled at her, then pulled the clone close, ready for a nap.
Maybe he'd play with her legs. Or her butt. Or her chest. Or feet. Or mouth…
"God, I hope my panties don't get soaked."
Robin sighed and muttered under her breath.
Although she had grown to enjoy the pleasure, every time Ryuji used flame healing on her, her pussy would revert back to it's virgin state—leaving her overly sensitive and utterly helpless.
So the moment Ryuji stepped into the cabin, Robin instantly felt his hands roaming over her chest and butt. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth, making sure Roger and his wife on board didn't hear anything unusual.
As the ship drew closer, Buggy's silhouette became clearer. Roger also sensed Buggy's current strength—and immediately realized why Buggy was robbing civilians instead of pirates.
Too weak!
"Ugh… Has Buggy really fallen this far? He's even weaker than when he was just a trainee on my ship."
Roger scratched his chin, utterly baffled.
When he first discovered this world's intel—and learned that Shanks had become one of the Four Emperors—he had assumed Buggy might have become a Warlord, or perhaps a hidden powerhouse… or maybe he had just died.
But never did he expect this.
Buggy had become a joke.
Back then, he could at least trade blows with Whitebeard's men. Now? He probably couldn't even beat a greenhorn fresh off the docks.
Roger genuinely couldn't understand it.
So he stood at the front of the ship, energetically waving toward Buggy's direction.
Meanwhile, on Buggy's ship—
"Hmph? Looks like some idiot's looking to die."
Buggy spotted the approaching ship and flashed a cruel grin.
"Let's show them what hell really looks like! Load the Buggy Bomb! Let this moron see the terrifying might of the great Captain Buggy!"
As he gave the order, his crew eagerly swiveled the cannon, loaded it with a special Buggy Bomb, and lit the fuse.
Just then, a crewmate handed Buggy a telescope.
"Let's see which dumbass is about to regret ever being born."
He'd vaguely seen someone waving from the enemy ship, and was curious to witness the fear and pathetic desperation on their face.
But the moment he focused the telescope… Buggy's world fell apart.
"C-C-C-C-Captain?!!"
He screamed, eyes nearly popping out of his head.
No, they literally popped out—smashing the telescope and almost flying straight into the sea.
In that same moment of shock, he noticed the fuse had nearly burned through.
"STOP IT!!!"
He shrieked and lunged for the cannon—only for the inevitable to happen.
BOOM!
The cannon fired.
The special Buggy Bomb soared into the sky—its trajectory unmistakably aimed at the very top of his old captain's head.
Buggy was utterly devastated. Grabbing one of his crewmates by the collar, he roared:
"You bastard! When I ask you to fire at a Navy ship, you can't even hit within 200 meters! But today? Why the hell are you so accurate?!"
He was losing his mind.
Sure, Roger had always been generous and kind to them… but that didn't mean a former trainee like him could just attack the Pirate King!
"I'm dead meat!"
Buggy clutched his head, already calculating how he could possibly beg for forgiveness.
"Seriously now… not even Observation Haki? Buggy, what the hell have you been doing with yourself…"
Roger sighed, watching the incoming cannonball—and Buggy's comically panicked flailing—with a helpless look.
He glanced toward the deck behind him, but didn't see Ryuji.
So he gave up on using one of his flashier techniques.Instead, he casually drew his sword—and with a single swing, slashed upward to intercept the shot.
At the same time, he roared at Buggy, who was now visibly trembling.
"Buggy! What the hell are you doing?!"
Roger's booming voice echoed across the harbor. The sight before him was too disgraceful—his former crewmate couldn't even use basic Observation Haki. Truly embarrassing.
"It really is the Captain!!"
Buggy clutched his head in despair. But his last shred of reason screamed at him: The captain is dead! There was no way Roger could be here.
"That's right! This is all an illusion!"
Buggy shouted, turning to his bewildered crew.
"Fire the cannons! Kill my hallucination!"
His men stared at him, stunned.
"Huh?"
If their boss claimed it was a hallucination, how exactly were they supposed to kill it? And if it wasn't a hallucination, then how were they supposed to take on someone who could slice cannonballs in half?
They looked at each other, and without a word, came to the same conclusion.
Run.
There was no way their captain could handle this guy.
The members of the Buggy Pirates scattered, desperately looking for escape routes.
"You cowards!"
Buggy turned just in time to see his crew fleeing in all directions. Truth be told, he wanted to run too—but his legs wouldn't move. He could only stand there frozen as the supposedly dead Pirate King closed the distance.
Step by step.
Closer.
And closer.
Until finally, Roger leapt into the air from the dock, fist raised and coated in both Conqueror's Haki and jet-black Armament Haki.
"Buggy, you little bastard!"
Buggy didn't even register the insult. The moment Roger's fist came into view, his mind short-circuited. He collapsed on the spot before the punch even landed.
Roger landed on the ground and scratched his head, staring at the unconscious Buggy.
"…Seriously?"
He looked around at the fallen Buggy Pirates, all foaming at the mouth. Just the residual wave of his Conqueror's Haki had knocked them all out.
"You used to be able to stand your ground when Whitebeard and I clashed with our Conqueror's Haki… What happened to you?"
Back then, even as a brat, Buggy stood side by side with Shanks, watching those titanic battles without so much as flinching.
But now?
"Unbelievable. You've really let yourself go, Buggy."
In this world, strength and willpower were deeply connected. As long as someone had a dream or conviction and trained hard, they would never stay weak.
Yet Buggy… well, his current state was a disgrace.
Roger clicked his tongue in irritation. He hadn't even gotten a proper release of his frustration.
A few minutes later, Buggy slowly regained consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes and saw Roger standing over him, he burst into tears and latched onto Roger's leg like a child.
"Captain!!"
Roger sighed and ruffled Buggy's hair, intending to get some answers out of him.
Meanwhile, back on Ryuji's ship…
"That just now… Was that Conqueror's Haki?"
Ryuji stood up, rubbing his temples, still feeling slightly dizzy. That momentary encounter with the sheer pressure of Roger's presence had left him reeling.
He had been in the middle of doing it with Robin's clone when Roger let loose. The moment Roger's Haki spread, Robin had passed out, and her clone vanished—leaving Ryuji painfully suspended mid-activity and slamming his head into the bed frame.
He hadn't passed out, but he sure felt miserable.
Ryuji exited his cabin to check on Robin. She was unconscious too—proof that Roger's Haki was far beyond what she could currently withstand.
"Honestly, maybe I should just use Robin's..."
His gaze lingered on Robin's voluptuous curves, an idea forming. He hadn't tried this particular method with her yet.
Without hesitation, his hands went straight for her chest.
Peeling open her blouse, her sun-kissed skin came into view—her ample breasts swaying gently with the ship's motion. Tugging down the zipper of her denim shorts, he found she'd worn extra-thick panties today...
Yet despite that, the fabric was already soaked through. Even unconscious, her pussy quivered slightly, begging for attention.
Her body was more than ready.
And judging by the evidence? Robin had been just as frustrated by Roger's interruption as he was.
"Hmm... Looks like we can take this further."
A wicked thought struck him—sleep play. The idea of waking her up mid-act sent a thrill down his spine.
"Perfect. Let's do it."
His fingers traced circles around her clit, teasing the swollen bud. As he dragged Robin to a secluded corner of the deck—somewhere prying eyes ashore couldn't spot them—and prepared to admire her pussy while letting her magnificent breasts solve his pressing issue, a sharp shout rang out. A swift whistle of wind followed, aimed straight for the back of his head.
"Pervert!"
The instant he heard the shout, he instinctively turned around and drew his sword in one swift motion, blocking the incoming strike. Without missing a beat, he countered with a sharp kick.
The kick landed clean and hard, sending his attacker flying into the railing before they crashed down onto the deck with a heavy thud.
Only then did he get a good look at who had attacked him—a woman, and not just any woman. She had bright orange hair.
"Hmm…"
He stared at the girl now coughing up blood, her spine clearly bent at an unnatural angle. His expression turned slightly bewildered.
"…Did I just kick Nami to death?"