The ship rocked lazily on the waves, the soft creaking of the wood mingling with the rhythmic lapping of the sea. I stood next to Senku, arms crossed, watching with a barely concealed smile as a war of words developed on the other side of the deck.

Xeno and Chelsea were a sight to behold. They faced each other like two pieces in a chess game, where every move meant the next escalation. Chelsea, who usually seemed so calm, had the tone of a sharp blade in her voice, while Xeno savored every syllable that escaped his lips with cool arrogance.

"Stop grabbing all the weapons!" Chelsea finally spat, hands on her hips. "You're a genius! But depraved."

I couldn't help but chuckle. The scene was so serious, yet tinged with an almost comical theatricality, that it was hard not to enjoy the spectacle. Next to me, Senku's mouth curled ever so slightly, as if he too was quietly enjoying it, but as always, he seemed to be three moves ahead in his thoughts.

I leaned closer to him, my eyes still fixed on the heated duo. It's almost better than any evening's entertainment, I thought amusedly. The ship was full of geniuses, but it was astonishing how human and uncontrollable even the brightest minds could become when pride and principles clashed.