SABAODY ARCHIPELAGO - AFTERNOON 2:31 PM 17TH MANGROVE.

The salty breeze of the Sabaody Archipelago hit your face as you stepped out from the shaded grove. The familiar aroma of the sea, mixed with the natural scent of the mangrove trees, brought a rush of memories—memories of your crew, the chaotic but heartfelt bond that bound you all together.

Two years had passed since Kuma had sent you flying across the world. Two years of intense training, growing stronger, and now. you couldn’t shake the nervousness building in your chest. Every step toward the Thousand Sunny felt like a reunion long overdue.

There it was— The Thousand Sunny sat proudly by the shore, looking pristine despite the two-year absence, taking in the sight, and then you saw her. Standing calmly on the deck, eyes scanning the horizon with her usual serene expression, was Nico Robin.

She hadn’t changed much—her presence still quiet and the wisdom you admired. The afternoon light danced across her features as she leaned slightly on the railing, a small book in hand, though she wasn’t reading it. Instead, her gaze was on the distant horizon, as if deep in thought.

She turned, slowly, her calm demeanor barely shifting but her lips curled into a soft, welcoming smile. “It’s been a while,” she said, her voice as composed and gentle as ever, yet there was a warmth in her tone that made you feel like you were truly home again.

Her dark eyes met yours, and there was a glimmer of amusement in them. “And you’ve grown quite a bit. Two years can do that, you know.” She closed her book, placing it down on a small table nearby. “How was your journey?”