Having Fun
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*Three Months Later:*
Three months had passed since Luka began his rigorous training under Ganfor, the former god of Skypiea. In an open sky arena, Luka stood firm, a black blindfold completely covering his vision. The air was charged with electricity and tension.
"Ready!" Ganfor shouted, lunging at him with his golden spear.
But Luka didn't move.
As the spear thrust toward his chest, he tilted his body slightly, dodging the attack at the last moment—without seeing a thing.
"Excellent..." Ganfor muttered before launching a dual-sided assault.
The strikes continued, one after another, yet Luka evaded them as if he could see everything.
Ganfor panted, exerting his utmost effort to land a hit on Luka, but to no avail. "Your talent is terrifying. I have nothing left to teach you. If you want to develop your Mantra further, battles will be your best teacher."
"Alright, you don't need to come here anymore." After thanking Ganfor, Luka dismissed him.
Since the Rumble-Rumble Fruit aids my Kenbunshoku Haki, learning it was somewhat easy.
Now, I had turned fifteen, and by this world's traditions, I was considered an adult.
Eight years remained until the original story of this world would begin—eight more years until the opportunity I had been waiting for, the one that would help me obtain an immensely powerful body.
The reason I focused so much on this opportunity was that my body seemed to have limited potential. At first, my physical growth was rapid, but it quickly approached its ceiling. That's why this chance was crucial for me.
Now, I would concentrate on developing the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and my telekinesis.
For the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, it was relatively simple—I just needed enough endurance to unleash terrifying lightning and a body strong enough to withstand lightning-speed movement.
But my telekinesis was what truly needed refinement. Its potential was enormous. Imagine if I could mimic Shiki, making islands float, or even surpass him by controlling massive landmasses.
Or if I could manipulate the ocean with it—if I controlled the sea, I'd be the strongest person in the world.
To achieve this, I began intensive training to enhance my mental precision. Though I've had this ability for years—flying my ship across blue seas, traversing islands, fighting enemies midair without touching the ground, lifting ships, and tossing bodies—I now aspired for more than just lifting objects or flying.
I wanted complete control. I wanted to raise an entire island if necessary, or crush an enemy from afar with my mind alone. Not just brute force—precise, terrifying mastery.
Another idea I had was using my telekinesis to sustain lightning for extended periods.
The heat of lightning is horrifying—hotter than magma—but its drawback is that it lasts only a fraction of a second. That fraction might be enough to defeat most people, but those standing at the top of this world—Kaido, Big Mom with their monstrous bodies, the Gorosei's immortality, and many others—wouldn't be taken down so easily.
So I started experimenting, but to no avail. The moment I tried enveloping my lightning with telekinetic force, it would already have dissipated. My speed was still too slow.
As for Enara, after two months of staying with me at the shrine, she grew bored and returned to Angel Island. She only visited me twice this month.
She had invited me to Angel Island for some fun, but I was reluctant to interrupt my Haki training with Ganfor. Now that I'd mastered it, I figured I'd go and enjoy myself on Angel Island.
After finishing my training, I returned to the shrine and headed to the bath.
I opened the door—made of compressed clouds and inlaid with seastone—and stepped in slowly, exhausted from continuous training. Steam filled the room, reflecting the faint glow of lightning that never left my body, as if even at rest, my skin emitted tiny sparks.
I took off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor, then stood before a large mirror framed with rare sky shells.
I studied my reflection—a fifteen-year-old boy, though no one would believe I wasn't yet twenty. My short black hair always looked slightly electrified, its ends occasionally flickering as if the air feared it. My eyes were night-colored, sharp and confident, with a maturity beyond my years. My features were handsome—a defined jaw, straight nose, and a faint smile that never left, even in exhaustion.
But the most striking thing was my physique. I stood over 1.77 meters tall, no longer resembling a teenager. My chest and abs were toned and sculpted, my arms crossed with hard yet flexible muscles. My entire body exuded strength and control, as if I was born to be a warrior.
I turned on the water, and as steam billowed, the heat mixed with the lightning energy radiating from my skin.
"Should I leave now?" I wondered, relaxing in the hot water.
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*The Next Day:*
I wandered through the alleys of Angel Island. No matter how many times I came here, my admiration for the place remained as strong as the first time. I loved the aesthetics—the architecture, the people, their clothing.
When I watched this part of the story in my past life, most of the focus was on the Holy Land, so viewers never got to fully appreciate the beauty here.
The people didn't recognize me since I wore a cloak.
I continued strolling through the streets and markets, buying whatever caught my eye without a second thought for the price. The street food here was surprisingly delicious. I ate a skewer of roasted sky bird meat, coated in a local spicy sauce, followed by a cup of heavenly lightflower juice—said to be reserved for major celebrations. I filled my stomach with fried cloud balls stuffed with sky cheese and didn't hesitate to compliment the cook, who laughed shyly and said, "You're eccentric, but you have excellent taste."
Later, I stopped at a simple jewelry stall, drawn to a silver ring with a spiral design resembling wind currents and a necklace with a deep blue gemstone like the sky before a storm. I bought them without hesitation, slipping the necklace around my neck and the ring onto my right finger, continuing my stroll with satisfaction.
As I wandered, I didn't stop flirting with attractive girls. There were many—young women in light clothing suited to the heat, their bodies toned and graceful from the island's active lifestyle. A playful comment here, a lingering gaze there, sometimes laughing and chatting for minutes with one near a stall or tasting sweets.
One worked at a stand selling cloud-foam ice cream—short blonde hair, honey-colored eyes, and clothes that revealed long legs and a slender waist. As I ate the ice cream, I told her, "The moment I tasted this, I knew a beautiful hand must have made it." She laughed and said, "Don't flatter me just because you're handsome." I smiled. "I'm not flattering—just stating facts."
Between laughs and light touches here and there, I enjoyed myself to the fullest. No plans, no worries—just delicious food, beautiful jewelry, and stunning women.
In short, Angel Island was another world—one untouched by the brutality of the Blue Sea or pirate conflicts, pulsing with life, tranquility, and enchanting beauty.
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*That Evening:*
As the sun dipped behind the glowing sky clouds, the island radiated a different kind of beauty. Tiny crystal lamps hung along the alleys and buildings, casting a soft golden glow that made everything look like a scene from a peaceful dream. The sound of light music—sky harps—mixed with lovers' laughter and the lazy chatter of vendors closing their stalls.
Luka sat on a low stone wall overlooking a small plaza, a cup of moonflower wine in his hand, his eyes lost in relaxed contemplation.
A girl in a soft blue dress passed by, her long hair swaying in the breeze, her eyes the color of sky mist. They exchanged a long look, no words spoken, but both smiled. He let her go—no need to rush. Life here moved at a slower pace, as if time itself walked on clouds.
Later, driven by his calm mood, he entered an open dance hall where young men and women gathered nightly to dance and laugh. The music was fast this time, the colored sky lights shimmering above them. Luka didn't refuse when a girl invited him to dance—a dark-skinned beauty with a swaying waist and eyes reflecting the night's heat. They spun among the crowd, laughing and whispering, close then apart, keeping the moment alive without letting it burn out.
At the end of the night, as the island prepared for sleep, Luka walked slowly toward Enara's house. He knocked, but no one answered. Using Kenbunshoku Haki, he sensed no one was home. Tired, he opened the door, entered, and slept.
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*The Next Morning:*
The door opened quietly, and Enara stepped in with graceful steps, carrying a small basket of fresh fruit and bread. She wore a short black dress that clung to her body as if tailored to her, highlighting her curves with tempting elegance. Her blonde hair was tied back carelessly, her face free of makeup, yet radiating natural allure.
She moved lightly, intending to prepare breakfast quietly before leaving, but paused at the bedroom entrance when she saw Luka.
He lay asleep on her bed, on his stomach, one arm under the pillow, his bare body barely covered by a thin blanket.
She raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly, and muttered, "Seriously? Comes to my house, sleeps in my bed, acts like he owns the place."
Setting the basket on the table, she approached and sat on the edge of the bed, studying his face quietly. He slept peacefully, his breathing steady, rising and falling with his sculpted chest. Despite his strength and masculine frame, something in his face still hinted at his youth.
She reached out slowly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, then whispered, "Even asleep... you make me feel like the whole world is in your hands."
Leaning down, she kissed his forehead softly—a warm, tender kiss she hadn't planned. Then she stood, walking lightly to the kitchen, her short dress swaying, the scent of her perfume filling the air.
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As Enara quietly prepared breakfast, the aroma of coffee and sliced fruit gently roused the senses. Luka opened his eyes slowly, turned on his side, then sat up, propping himself on an elbow as he yawned.
But his yawn cut short when he saw her.
She stood with her back to him, bending slightly as she took plates from the cabinet. The short, tight black dress seemed designed to emphasize the curve of her waist and the shape of her backside. His breath hitched for a moment, his eyes shamelessly fixed on the sight.
Smirking to himself, he whispered, "This is the best view to wake up to..."
He watched silently, observing how her hips moved with each small step, a mesmerizing sway that didn't escape his trained eye. The dress barely covered what it needed to, and with every slight bend, boundaries blurred for moments—as if she was teasing him on purpose. Or maybe she didn't realize how weak he was for these details.
He rose from the bed soundlessly, approaching until he was nearly touching her, then murmured in a low, playful voice:
"Do you know this dress might kill me one day?"
She turned slowly, a small smile on her lips. "Which dress?"
He glanced pointedly at her backside, then back to her eyes, grinning.
"That short black one... or rather, how it clings to you like it was made to tempt."
She laughed lightly, swatting his shoulder. "You never stop with the morning hints, do you?"
He stepped closer, running a hand along her waist.
"How could I, when there's a masterpiece moving like this in front of me? I think breakfast can wait... there's something far more appetizing here now."
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As they exchanged glances and touches, their connection deepened and grew more intimate. The room was filled with the heat of the moment, and every movement from Inara, every touch from Luca, heightened the tension between them. The electric air and the moments shifting between quiet laughter and quickened breathing made everything more seductive.
There were no words needed, just a physical rush, a mixture of excitement and relief. Eventually, after unforgettable moments, they relaxed together on the bed, enjoying the tranquility that follows a heated moment.
When their breathing had calmed and everything had returned to normal, Inara sat next to Luca, breathing deeply, and looking up at him with a calm smile. "How was it?" she said gently, stroking the strands of hair that danced over her shoulders.
Luka, replaying the moment in his mind, smiled. "I guess it was worth the wait."
Inara took a deep breath, then looked at him with a look of amusement. "Well, now that we're done... how about we go out tomorrow? I have plans with my friends to go to the beach, and if you want to join, it'd be fun to take a day away from all this."
Luka smiled back, reaching out to touch the end of her hair. "The beach? I think I'm ready for a little rest, and maybe I could join you."
Inara smiled lightly, then laughed. "So, we're heading to the beach tomorrow. We're going to have some fun, away from everything else."
Luka replied, "You know we can't swim because of Devil Fruits?"
"That doesn't mean we can't go to the beach."
And so, I ended up spending ten days on Angel Island with Inara, and we went to every famous spot on the island.