173 Post War, Celebration

"Ino, it's not a good habit to enter someone's room without permission," Lynch said with a half-smile as he sit by the bed. Ino stood at the door, her mouth slightly open, she was frozen in surprise.

"So... so big!" she gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief. She quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming, staring in amazement.

Lynch pushed Garrett aside and said calmly, "Sorry, I've been a bit upset lately."

Garrett smiled at Ino, not at all bothered by the interruption. 

She wiped the corners of her mouth, then twisted her enchanting body like a beautiful snake as she got up from the bed and left the room. 

"I... I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I didn't mean to... I didn't know you were..." Ino mumbled, her head lowered in embarrassment. 

Her face turned so red it almost looked like it was bleeding, and steam seemed to rise from the top of her head. 

God, if she had known that Mr. Lynch was 'busy' in the room, she wouldn't have come in.

It's so embarrassing. How will she face Mr. Lynch now? 

Every time Ino closes her eyes, the scene she just saw plays in her mind. 

Her heart races, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't forget it. 

"Ino." 

Hearing Mr. Lynch call her, Ino sluggishly lifted her head. 

Suddenly, a large hand reached out, gently brushing her hair aside to caress her smooth, egg-shaped cheek. 

The warmth on her cheek made Ino's heart flutter.

What is Lord Lynch going to do? Could it be...?

Should she pretend to resist, or not resist? 

Ino's body temperature rose so much in that moment, it felt like it was burning her thoughts.

"Silly girl, aren't they all still waiting for us? Let's go quickly."

By the time Ino snapped out of it, Lynch had already reached the door.

"By the way, come to my room after the banquet tonight," Lynch said softly, pausing at the door.

...

In the banquet hall, 

Enel was bandaged up but didn't waste any time. He was drinking with Moria, and the two of them had their arms around each other like brothers.

People can't be compared easily. Some use cheats—broken bones and lost teeth can heal in seconds with a bottle of milk. 

Then there are others who have trained in swordplay since childhood and are so fragile that they worry a wall might collapse if they lean against it. It's these people who can be defeated by something as simple as a staircase.

Enel's injury was quite serious this time, and both Aokiji and he probably won't recover for at least ten days or half month

Fortunately, there are people with healing abilities, or else Enel and Tezolo would have had their limbs amputated.

"Shiishishishi, bastard thunder, you're getting old. Isn't it time to find me a younger brother?" 

Moria said jokingly, "I would advise you, younger girls are convenient, but they can't compare to the comfort of a mature woman's body."

"A man needs to have two intimate women behind him in his life." Moria put her arms around Enel's neck and drank a bottle of red wine, talking more and more enthusiastically.

The corner of Enel's mouth twitched. "Get out of here, stop acting like a fool looking for a beating."

"Huh? Don't get impatient." Moria glanced around, then leaned in and whispered in Enel's ear, 

"Don't think I didn't see you hiding in your room playing with an inflatable doll a few days ago."

"Speaking of inflatable dolls, I have some Ivankov ones here. They're guaranteed to be exciting. Want one?"

He completely didn't notice Enel's face turning dark.

"Thirty million volts—Rice Wife!" 

Enel, clearly offended, raised his bandaged hand and blasted Moria with a strike. Moria was shocked on the outside but calm on the inside. 

With the dignity of a god, Enel wasn't going to explain to Moria that it was a robot from the moon, not an inflatable doll. 

"Women? What's the point?" Tezzolo, sitting in a golden wheelchair, muttered to himself as he drank. 

"Even if all the women in the world were gathered together, they wouldn't be worth as much as one of 'her' fingers." 

The drunk Tezzolo couldn't help but think of his lover, who had been bought by the Celestial Dragons.

Every time Tezzolo thought about it, his heart twisted with anger. His hatred for the Celestial Dragons and the World Government grew even stronger.

In the distance, three young ones formed a circle, pouting as they drank juice. 

"Stinky Lynch, it's all his fault! Even if we can't fight, we can't even drink beer!" 

"Yeah, and he hasn't spanked me lately. It's so annoying!" 

Tashigi, Kujaku, and Kuina were all upset about not being able to help this time. 

There was nothing to be done. Kuina was only 17, and the other two were around the same age.

For them to face an Admiral would be certain death. 

The happiest person there, however, was Tom Cat. 

He grabbed a roast suckling pig and, showing off his appetite, stuffed it into his mouth as if it were a watermelon. 

Poor Tom suddenly choked and rolled his eyes. Panicked, he quickly drank from two bottles—one of milk in his left hand and one of red wine in his right. 

"Ah la la la!" 

Drunk, Tom somehow found an Indian hula skirt, waved a spear, and began dancing the hula, laughing all the while.

Everyone present watched the war hero with affection and allowed Tom to continue his clumsy dance. 

Amid the music, Tsunade hugged Robin, pressing her head against her proud, snow-white chest, and casually said, "Robin, I'll take you to see the White Tiger later~"

"Tsunade, you're drunk again." Robin felt the softness pressing against her face, almost unable to breathe. 

She thought to herself... how can it be so big? No wonder my husband likes it.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't stand a chance against Tsunade. But Robin was no ordinary person—she was the cold and calculating lady. 

With a wicked smile, Robin bit into the soft snowball. 

"Hey, you troublemaker! If you dare bite me, watch your moves!" 

Tsunade said, covering Robin's chest which was beating up and down. She then launched a tickling attack on Robin. 

"Grrrr~ Tsunade, please forgive me. I was wrong. Isn't it okay if I admit I was wrong?" 

Robin laughed so hard that her own "proud" chest—second only to Tsunade's—bounced up and down.

Gion sat elegantly to the side, holding her goblet and taking a sip, her eyes glancing toward her good sisters with a smile that briefly flashed in her beautiful eyes. 

"Hina is too weak. Hina blames herself," Hina said, lying on the table, feeling defeated. 

It wasn't just the three little ones who were upset. Hina, too, felt sorrowful for not being able to help in the battle. 

"Everyone, did you enjoy your drinks?" 

The moment Lynch entered the banquet hall, everything fell silent. 

No matter what they were doing, everyone stopped and turned to look at the night's main guest. 

"Sir, you're here," Yakushi Kabuto and Shikamaru said, quickly approaching and kneeling respectfully.

Ino and Kakashi stood quietly behind Lynch, acting as his bodyguards.

Mark, with a practiced smile, made a sweeping gesture and said, "My Emperor, you're finally here. Every time I think of seeing your heroic presence again, I'm deeply moved."

"My respect for you is like the endless flow of the Yellow River!"

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