"Sea Calendar 701, December 31st.
Father, Mother, it's been a year since I left home, since I left you.
The training missions lately have been so intense that even finding time to record life here has become a luxury.
Every day, the training wears me out so much that the moment I stop, I collapse on the ground and fall into a deep sleep.
The bearded instructor says that if on the battlefield we get separated from our team, we must rest wherever we are.
So, this is one of our compulsory lessons.
I never imagined we'd face such harsh circumstances.
But don't worry!
Father, Mother, I will give my all to protect you, and protect this world!
When you open this parchment book, I promise it will be in a safe place, free of danger and war!!!
I promise!!!"
Rustle…
"Sea Calendar 703, January 1st.
Terrifying!!!
Absolutely terrifying!!!
Is this what the [Celestial Dragon Project] really is!?
Do we even have a chance of hope!?
I… regret it…
Father, Mother, what should I do!?
Those unfamiliar ancestors lying in their coffins…
My heart feels so heavy.
They share the same blood as me!
The blood seeping through the wooden planks dyed our training grounds a deep red.
Red Line?
Red Line!
All this red soil… it's the blood of our ancestors!!!"
Rustle…
"Sea Calendar 704, May 5th.
Another birthday…
Finally a day of rest, how wonderful!
The Nefertari family's maid has been here for several years now.
But… the last time we spoke seems like months ago.
She's been in this empty house for almost three years now…
Seeing her so leisurely today makes me inexplicably angry!
How I envy these mortals who know nothing and bear no responsibilities.
When will such days ever end!?
I miss the old times so much…
Recently, the training has eased slightly.
They say it's to ensure we maintain ample stamina for the inevitable wars ahead."
Rustle…
"Sea Calendar 705, April 13th.
Our instructor, that bearded one who always boasted about his awakened Spring Fruit…
Today… died.
We didn't see his body.
Only a new instructor informed us of the news.
He supposedly died heroically, not bringing shame to us [Celestials]!
My feelings are complicated.
This is the first death I've faced among those close to me, someone who trained with us for years.
But… he must have been ready.
After all, everyone who comes here must have prepared themselves fully!
Dutaru and the others cried their hearts out, but I didn't!
Because… I will use my power!
To avenge him!!!"
Rustle…
Robin flipped the pages again. Every member of the Starry Sky crew fixed their eyes on her.
Each diary entry, progressing through time, grew darker and heavier, slowly revealing a grim and bloodied world to them.
The entire crew remained silent, quietly waiting for Robin to recount this earth-shattering story in full.
"Sea Calendar 705, May 4th.
The battles are tightening… even the previously injured are being sent to the front lines.
And at some point, word spread…
The King's body… seems unable to endure!
Meaning… the selection of the next King is about to begin.
Why, why at such a critical time!!!"
Rustle…
"Sea Calendar 705, June 2nd.
Idiots… even now they play their petty games of power!
And the King!
Why involve those mortals in this event!!!
The Demon Tribe, Giant Tribe, and Fur Tribe…
Useless! All useless!!!
Why must we protect them!?
Haven't we already finished building our airship!?
If we take all the gods and leave this planet, it would be enough!
Why cling to this land!?
If we abandon the mortals, with our divine power, we could rebuild a far better home!!!
Today, when I said this, Dutaru even argued with me loudly about it!
Completely unreasonable!!!"
Rustle…
"Sea Calendar 706, March 3rd.
Damn it!
That Nefertari girl… she told me today was Girls' Day, so I must dress nicely!!!
I don't understand…
Why!?
Why can they still be so carefree!!?
Why!!!!"
Rustle!
"Sea Calendar 706, December 1st.
Next month, we officially join the battlefield!
After five years of hellish training, each of us has become strong enough to hold our own!
Divine blood, never extinguished!!!
Tomorrow, we'll be assigned our Devil Fruits!
I wonder what kind I'll get…
I'm excited!
After all… I am their captain!!!"
"Sea Calendar 706, December 2nd.
Air Fruit!!!
How could this be!?
Why assign me the weakest Logia!?
They all got Gravity Fruits, Phoenix Fruits…
And I… got the weakest Air Fruit!
The instructors said I'm the strongest…
But shouldn't the strongest get the best fruit!?
Why this natural type with no offensive power!?
Air Fruit… does this mean I'm just support!?
Yet… even Dutaru, who always posed as a healer, got a mysterious and flexible surgical fruit.
Natural type… not even as strong as my own fists!
What use is this thing!!?"
Rustle…
The story grew tense, Robin's voice lowering even further.
"Sea Calendar 706, December 10th.
I see now…
The Pluton… is powered by air pressure.
So I am the last, strongest line of defense protecting our final sanctuary on the battlefield!!!
Today, I received command over the [Pluton] from the previous guardian, Sigma Ka, who possessed the Gas Fruit.
I will no longer resist!
Air Fruit!
Even if it's natural type!
I am still the strongest [Celestial]!!!
Fully prepared!!!
We fear no war!!!"
"Sea Calendar 706, December 31st.
The King has appeared.
He's here to see us off for tomorrow!
Before, we could only watch with sorrow as one heroic ancestor after another died on the battlefield, their bodies wrapped for burial, some leaving only memorial tombs.
Each long, heavy sigh we heard fueled my determination.
I must use my power to end all this tragedy!
I am not a hero.
I am simply…
Doing what I want to do!
Protecting the people I want to protect…"