New Shining Star |『 Male Reader 』• One Piece

Page 72: The Winds of Aetheria

"All pirates searching for the treasure One Piece must brave the second half of the Grand Line. These wild and dangerous seas are known as the New World."

"Gold Roger and his crew were the only men to chart these waters and learn all the secrets they held."

"For the rest of the pirates in the world, this has proven to be the end of the road. A graveyard of dreams."

"Now, Y/n L/n, a young man who ate the Ox Ox Fruit Model: Water Buffalo, set sail into the New World with his faithful crew."

'I'm gonna become the King of the Pirates!'

Far below the clouds, the Blue Sea churned with its usual chaos, but even there, a ripple of news had cut through the noise like the sudden toll of a bell.

For the Hono family still standing on those waves, the news of Kameko Hono's survival had struck to the core, a cocktail of shock and pure, aching relief. The weight of years without answers had suddenly lifted, replaced by the knowledge that he was alive.

Even the most battle-hardened hearts among them had felt it like a spear between the ribs. But high above the Blue Sea, far beyond the reach of that news, the last Hono, not aware of the news, walked her own path... or, for the moment, lay unconscious amid an entirely different predicament.

Usagi remembered light blinding, pure, rushing all around her like an endless tide, then nothing. A snap of her stomach in freefall, wind screaming past her ears, her fingers clawing for purchase on air that refused to be held.

The moment blurred, broken by flashes of her companions' faces: Calypso's madcap grin, Esther's glinting eyes, Orion's steady form, and the silhouettes of the four of the Bludgeon Pirates, Y/n, Inoko, Fuyune, and Fuyuto.

But the journey up had not been kind. Somewhere in the violent pull of the storm and the uncontrolled lift into the heavens, they had been scattered. Torn apart mid-flight, flung into different currents like feathers caught in the wind.

When she finally surfaced from the murk of unconsciousness, the first sensation she knew was... softness. Not the soft pitch of a ship's hammock or the grass of some island field...no, this was different.

Plush, down-stuffed softness that cradled her aching body. Her cheek pressed against cool silk, and the faint scent of clean air and something sweet like crushed lilies in sunlight filled her lungs. Soon, her lashes flickered.

Muted murmurs reached her ears, drifting on the stillness like wind over glass. She blinked slowly, letting her mind adjust to the quiet. The voices were close, though hushed, their tones unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.

"Ah! This place is great!" Usagi's head turned sluggishly toward the first clear sound to pierce the fog, which was Calypso's voice. A familiar cadence, even if the words were still blurred. "...Calypso?" Usagi parted her lips and managed to rasp.