Peach Garden.
Inside Rolan's palace, Shirahoshi's face was flushed, and her body was limp against him.
"Hu… Husband, Shirahoshi can't take it anymore…" she murmured.
Rolan lay beside her, idly kneading her rabbit into different shapes with a practiced hand. After returning to Peach Garden, he naturally gave to Vivi and Shirahoshi all the attention that Hancock and Robin could never match.
Nami and Lina had not yet returned to Peach Garden, leaving Vivi and Shirahoshi to be thoroughly attended to every day. For the first couple of days, the two girls managed to endure him. But how could anyone withstand Rolan's top-tier physique for long?
Eventually, they could no longer hold back and begged for mercy.
"Husband, if we have a baby, what race do you think it would be?" Shirahoshi asked, her pink tail swaying slightly. Her cheeks were already rosy, but now they flushed even deeper.
Rolan paused for a moment, slightly puzzled. Despite all his efforts, the women's bodies had not reacted before. Was there something wrong with him? Logically, even if there was an issue, a senzu bean could fix it. Perhaps it was just bad luck, a rare misfortune.
"If it's a girl, she'll be a beautiful mermaid like you. If it's a boy, he should be like me—handsome and dashing."
Shirahoshi nodded shyly. "Husband, you are right." She lowered her gaze at little Rolan, cheeks burning even brighter as a wisp of white steam rose from the top of her head.
"Hu… Husband, are you… uncomfortable? Shirahoshi is still too weak to completely satisfy you."
Rolan reached out with his right index finger and tapped her delicate nose. "Little silly girl," he said affectionately, then rolled over.
"Aaah~ Husband…"
…
The sea outside New World Peach Garden.
A strange bicycle moved steadily across the water. At first glance, it seemed impossible, but the water beneath the tires froze instantly, supporting it with perfect balance.
A massive figure sat atop the bicycle, clad in a white suit with a green eyepatch on his forehead. His face was encased in blue ice, obscuring his human features. A seagull perched on his explosive hair, occasionally calling out "caw-caw."
If this man revealed his true appearance, it would be a headline-grabbing event across the Pirate World.
He was Kuzan, Fleet Admiral of the Marines, a figure whose authority was unmatched.
Kuzan gazed at the sky and sighed.
"Oh, is this the sea area of Peach Garden? Incredible. Just moments ago, it was pouring rain, but entering this sea, it's calm and sunny. Could this climate be Rolan's doing, using his Devil Fruit ability? Truly remarkable."
The seagull shook off rainwater clinging to its feathers and called again. Kuzan reached up to poke its belly.
"I say, Mr. Seagull, you've been riding on my head since G5 Branch. Haven't we reached our destination yet?"
The seagull flapped its wings in response, as if to say it shared the same destination: Peach Garden.
As the bicycle neared the coast, Kuzan felt a quiet awe. Even without entering Peach Garden or using Observation Haki, the harmonious aura radiating from the land was palpable. Peach Garden seemed almost otherworldly in the chaos of the New World—a sanctuary untouched by war.
Kuzan recalled Rolan's words from before. The original purpose of visiting Peach Garden was aligned with ideals Kuzan had long cherished. He despised the World Government and had always dreamed of breaking free from its chains.
Now, as Fleet Admiral, the weight on his shoulders was heavier than ever. Soon after his promotion, he had been summoned to Pangu City, where he saw the World Government's manipulations firsthand.
The Gorosei belittled his achievements and reminded him that the Marines were merely instruments of the World Government, serving the World Nobles first, the people second. Civil protection was just a façade, training the masses to blindly trust the Marines. Any threat to the World Government was to be eradicated, and history that contradicted its narrative was to be suppressed.
Kuzan had understood the truth during his tenure as an Admiral. Many Fleet Admirals before him had considered breaking free, yet all had failed, some erased entirely from history.
As Garp's disciple, Kuzan inherited traits of laziness and seeming unreliability, but underneath, he was ambitious. Age had honed him, and his resolve burned brighter than ever.
Time passed, and the man rode his bicycle to the shore. The guards, noticing the approaching figure, shouted:
"Hey! Who are you? What is your purpose here at Peach Garden?"
Kuzan stopped and replied calmly, "I'm here to see Rolan. Please inform him."
As he spoke, the ice covering his face melted away, revealing his true features. He poked the seagull perched on his head.
"Hey, Mr. Seagull, we've reached our destination. You arrived yet?"
The seagull cried twice, circled him, and settled back comfortably atop his hair, clearly in no hurry.
Kuzan sighed. "I have a real seagull sitting on my head, unlike Sengoku's hat. Quite strange."
The guards gawked as they recognized him.
"Quick! Report to the captain! The Marine Fleet Admiral is here!"
Kuzan scratched his head absentmindedly, poking the seagull instead.
"Caw-caw~ Oh, alright, sorry, my bad."
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