The Baratie was now fully in view, its colorful exterior bobbing gently on the waves, shaped like a massive, ornate fish. Smoke drifted faintly from the area, and the sounds of shouting and clashing metal carried across the water.
"That's our ship!" Sora hollered, practically vibrating with excitement as he pointed at the floating structure.
Aria tilted her head, frowning. "What… is that supposed to be? Some kind of weird circus boat?"
Elara, arms folded calmly, answered, "That's the Baratie—the floating restaurant. Famous across the East Blue. Pirates, marines, merchants—everyone comes through here sooner or later."
Sora leaned over the rail, squinting. "Yeah, but… what's going on over there? Looks like a full-on brawl."
Kira lowered the binoculars from his eyes, his expression tightening. "It is. Looks like Don Krieg's already causing trouble."
As they sailed closer, they could make out the chaos: Krieg's battered fleet had surrounded the restaurant, and pirates were already spilling onto the deck, weapons drawn. Inside the Baratie, chefs in aprons were fighting back fiercely with frying pans, cleavers, and whatever else they could grab.
"Chefs fighting pirates?" Sora said in disbelief. "Man, I LOVE this place already."
"Alright, Drift, give us a flashy entrance," Kira said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Aye, Captain," Drift answered coolly.
The sleek futuristic ship, shining with polished chrome and humming with energy, sliced through the waves toward the floating restaurant. Engines rumbled low like a predator stalking its prey.
As they approached, Kira scanned the chaos through his binoculars.
Zoro lay unconscious on the deck, bloodied but alive—he had clearly faced Mihawk, who was now nowhere in sight.
Sanji was standing beside a furious Zeff, while Don Krieg fought a wild, grinning Luffy in the middle of the battered Baratie.
"Wow! WHAT IS THAT?!" Luffy's voice exploded across the restaurant, his eyes practically turning into stars.
Sanji blinked, dropping his cigarette. "What the hell…?"
Even tough old Zeff had to mutter, "That thing wasn't built here… nor in the Grand Line."
The Baratie chefs gawked in disbelief, mouths hanging open.
"Are we dreaming?"
"Did we get hit on the head?"
Meanwhile, Don Krieg's men—who were already losing morale—began trembling like leaves in a storm.
"What IS that thing?!"
"Is it a weapon?! Are we being invaded?!"
With a hiss of pressurized air, Drift's gangplank dropped, and the crew—Kira, Aria, Elara, and Sora—jumped gracefully onto the Baratie's deck, the sunlight glinting off their gear.
Instantly, all eyes locked onto them.
Luffy squinted at Kira, his grin wide. "Hey! That's a cool ship! Wait a second… haven't we met before?"
Kira gave a casual nod. "Yeah. Briefly."
Meanwhile, Sanji's eyes locked onto Elara and Aria—especially Aria. His pupils turned into literal hearts.
"Mon dieu… angels have descended upon this wretched world…" he whispered, falling into an exaggerated bow. "Mademoiselles, may I say, you are even more breathtaking than a rare bottle of All Blue wine."
Aria ignored him completely.
Elara smiled politely but inched a step behind Kira.
Sora, meanwhile, was spinning in place, gawking at the chaos, as energetic as ever.
"Man, this place is NUTS. I LOVE IT."
Back to business—Kira jerked his thumb toward Don Krieg.
"Hey Luffy, this guy stole my old ship. So, I'm taking the fight from here."
Luffy pouted like a kid losing a toy. "No fair! He's my fight!"
Kira grinned. "I'll give you a full tour of my ship after."
"OKAY!!"Luffy instantly lit up.
The chefs in the background nearly fell over.
"THAT WAS FAST!" They cried.
Meanwhile, Don Krieg, still standing but clearly rattled, barked, "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH?! Some fancy pirate with a toy ship?! I'LL—"
Kira's coat fluttered slightly as he took a step forward, casually cracking his knuckles.
"I'll show you who I am."
A pulse of energy built around his arm. A small shockwave rippled across the deck as the wood under Kira's boots cracked slightly.
[Special Ability : One For All - 50%]
"Maybe it's too much for you," Kira muttered, "but I wanna try it anyway."
He pulled his fist back, the air around it whipping and spiraling violently.
"DETROIT SMASH!!"
BOOOOM!!
The moment his punch connected, Don Krieg was obliterated.
He was launched across the ocean at speeds no man should survive, skipping across the surface like a rock, leaving massive plumes of water with each bounce—until he disappeared as a tiny sparkle on the horizon.
The deck shuddered from the force. The sails rattled. The ocean itself seemed to pause for a breath.
Kira lowered his arm, turned calmly, and brushed some dust from his coat like nothing had happened.
"Oops," he said casually.
[side Quest Completed - "No one mess with us"]
Rewards:
• +5,000 EXP
• +1,000 Credit
• Random loot box
[Status Update – Level 36→ 37]
Luffy let out a cry of amazement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "THAT WAS AWESOME!!"
Sanji stood frozen for a full three seconds, "Who the hell is this guy?"
Zeff narrowed his eyes at Kira, his voice low and steady. "That kid's a damn monster."
The cooks burst into chaotic cheers and terrified laughter.
Don Krieg's remaining men dropped their weapons, threw themselves on the deck, and started begging for mercy without hesitation.
"WE SURRENDER!!"
"PLEASE DON'T PUNCH ME!"
"Captain, congratulations. You have successfully punched someone into another timezone."
Kira only gave a small shrug.
The crew gathered around him, smirking.
Aria crossed her arms. "Overkill."
Elara laughed quietly. "Effective, though."
Sora whooped, throwing an arm around Kira's shoulders. "NEW RECORD!! You just made a man part of the atmosphere!!"
Kira just smiled faintly, turning to glance at the ship and the stunned crowd.
——
Inside the Baratie, after the chaos finally died down, Kira dusted his hands and turned to his crew.
Sanji, still heart-eyed over Elara and Aria, didn't even seem to notice. "You ladies need anything? A tour? A private table? The moon?"
Ignoring Sanji's antics, Kira turned to his crew, cracking his neck.
"Alright, guys," he said, voice calm but final, "let's leave."
Sora whooped in excitement. Elara smiled quietly. Aria just nodded, sword glinting at her hip.
The Drift's ramp extended smoothly. One by one, they boarded, with the battered chefs waving half-heartedly behind them.
Zeff watched them go, shaking his head.
"This era's gonna be a crazy one…"
With engines roaring to life, Drift lifted from the sea like a beast shaking off sleep—and shot off toward the endless horizon.
——
Back aboard Drift, the sun dipped low over the sea, bathing the deck in gold.
Sora knelt on the main deck, hunched over a stretched canvas, a brush in his hand. His tongue poked out the side of his mouth in concentration as he made careful, deliberate strokes.
Buckets of black, silver, and deep crimson paint sat around him
Elara stood nearby, arms folded, quietly watching, her eyes narrowing with growing curiosity.
Aria leaned back lazily on a chair, flipping a dagger between her fingers, but even she had started glancing over with actual interest.
Kira stood a few feet away, arms crossed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Finally, after a few final touches, Sora sat back with a triumphant grin.
"Alright," he said, wiping his hands on his pants, "I think it's done."
He lifted the canvas and turned it around.
Painted bold and sharp against the white background was a black raven, wings spread wide. Its feathers were edged in silver, giving it a sleek, deadly look.
Beneath it all, in clean black strokes, was a Jolly Roger-style skull — simple, fierce, and wearing a small, tilted crown.
Elara's eyes widened slightly. "That's… actually good."
Aria straightened up in her chair, letting her dagger fall into her palm. "Not bad kid."
Kira walked forward slowly, looking at the flag, then at Sora.
"You sure you didn't secretly hire an artist?"
Sora puffed up proudly. "Nope! All natural genius, baby."
Kira crouched down and tapped the raven's wing with a finger. "It's perfect."
The silver edges of the wings shimmered slightly in the light, almost like the raven was alive.
"It fits," Kira said, standing. "The Ravens Pirates."
The name hung in the air for a second, solid and real.
Drift voice chimed in, almost reverently:
"Flag detected. Identity confirmed: Ravens Pirates."
Elara smiled slightly, almost rare for her. "It suits us."
Aria twirled her dagger once and sheathed it, giving a small, approving nod. "Let's fly it high."
Sora jumped up and punched the air. "Yeah! Let's show the world!"
Kira grabbed the finished flag, walking over to the mast with slow, deliberate steps. With a smooth motion, he clipped it onto the rigging.
Their mark. Their crew. Their future.
Kira turned, a fire behind his usual cool smile.
"Alright, Ravens," he said. "Let's make some waves."
——
Kira stood at the center, the sea breeze tugging at his coat. His gaze swept over his crew.
"Alright, guys," Kira said, voice cutting through the sound of the waves.
"It's time."
The words hit like a spark.
Sora immediately looked up from where he was tinkering with some gear.
His grin split wide. "Finally!"
Elara, standing by the navigation console, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes lighting up.
"I'm excited," she said simply, but there was an energy to her that hadn't been there before — anticipation.
Aria, lounging by the rail, flipped a dagger casually into the air and caught it without looking.
"Maybe we'll finally find a real challenge out there," she said, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Kira chuckled under his breath and took a slow breath, letting the moment settle, before adding,
"But first… we make one last stop. Loguetown."
Sora tilted his head. "Loguetown?"
"The town of beginnings and endings," Elara said quietly, almost like recalling a legend.
Kira nodded. "Final restock. Supplies. Maybe a little chaos if we feel like it."
Sora pumped his fist. "You had me at chaos."
Kira turned sharply toward the helm. His voice was clear and commanding.
"Elara. Drift. Set a course for Loguetown."
Drift's voice responded.
"Coordinates locked. Engines primed. Flight of the Ravens… underway."
Elara moved into position, her hands dancing across the controls with practiced ease.
The ship rumbled beneath them, coming alive like a beast awakened from sleep.
Sails unfurled, the engine thrummed, and with a powerful surge, they turned toward the horizon.
As Drift sped forward, the sun dipped lower, throwing long shadows across the deck.
The black raven flag whipped behind them, a bold mark against the burning sky.
Kira stood tall at the bow, the salty wind hitting his face, heart hammering with the thrill of it all.
The Grand Line waited.
Adventure waited.
Their story… had only just begun.
[Main Quest Updated – "To the Grand Line"]
Objective: Reach the Grand Line
Reward: 55,000 EXP , Legendary loot box
Kira chuckled, eyes gleaming.
"Finally! A main quest — and a big reward waiting at the end."
——
Drift's voice crackled calmly
"Sorry to interrupt your moment, Captain… but we've got five pirate ships dead ahead."
Kira turned slightly, squinting toward the horizon.
Black sails. Rusted cannons. Ragtag crews ready for trouble.
[Side Quest Triggered - "Tell them who you are"]
Objective: Destroy the pirates ships
Reward: +4,000 EXP, Random Loot Drop
"We engage?" Aria asked, already reaching for the hilt of her swords, her tone casual, like she was asking about the weather.
Kira's answer was instant, as natural as breathing.
"Of course. We're pirates, aren't we? Plus, the second we get close, they'll probably turn on us anyway."
Sora cracked his knuckles, sparks dancing between his fingertips.
"Finally, some action!"
Elara, ever the pragmatist, shrugged from her spot near the helm.
"I don't think I'm exactly built for combat yet… at least, not directly."
Drift's voice chimed in again, tone just a shade too eager.
"Should I fry them?, easy cleanup."
Kira smirked, swinging his massive black axe off his back with a satisfying clank.
"Nah. I think the crew wants to stretch their legs a little."
Aria's swords hissed free of their sheaths, the metal gleaming wickedly in the afternoon light.
"Let's see if they're even worth the effort."
"I'm definitely in," Sora said, electricity crackling more violently now, his body practically vibrating with energy.
Kira slammed the axe against the deck, a booming sound like a drumbeat.
"Alright, Drift," he said with a hungry grin,
"Get us closer."
He roared forward, carving through the sea like a predator.
The enemy ships loomed larger now, their crews shouting orders, scrambling to ready their cannons.
But it was already too late for them.
The Ravens were coming.
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