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You were royally pissed, but mostly embarrassed, that you were out for the near entirety of the final fight, only waking up right when God, or Eneruas you learned, was defeated.
Still, for the near entire time you were down for the count, Zoro kept you attached to his hip, not letting you out of his sight.
Even for the celebratory party.
The Shandorians and the Skypieans were beyond grateful for the crew's help, and wanted to give thanks by offering a boatload of gold.
However, the lot of you had already slipped away, settling for your own stolen treasures instead.
And after the crew said their goodbyes to Conis and Pagaya, you set sail for the Blue Sea.
But being part of the Strawhat crew meant never getting a moment's rest.
Because only after escaping a marine base, running into a navy admiral, witnessing a frog getting hit by a train, and meeting a drunken grandma and her granddaughter, did you all finally reach your destination.
Water Seven.
Home to the best shipwrights in the world.
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"You've been at that for two days straight. I think it's time for you to rest," Zoro sighed as he walked out on deck, annoyed that you were still conjuring things and forcing yourself to hover.
"Nope," you denied, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple as you formed a scimitar and made it disappear, "Can't have... a situation like Skypiea... happen again... I have to get stronger."
The information you once knew about your powers was getting less and less reliable with each level up.
It was getting too inconsistent, and in order to force your power into becoming reliable, you would have to train harder than ever before.
"According to Chopper, you got cut so deep your organs were almost exposed," he stated, seriously, as he took a seat against the taffrail banisters, "I think that warrants you a little slack."
You scoffed, "I was dead weight when yo-the crew... needed me most. I don't deserve slack."
You quickly glanced over to him, checking to see if he noticed your slip up.
...
He hadn't.
'That was a close.'
The swordsman groaned, rolling his eyes and grabbing your ankle, roughly pulling you down to sit.
