Ozz setting sail.
Reactions varied.
Some, like the Navy, treated it like a looming threat.
Others, like Whitebeard, barely gave a damn about the kid from Roger's crew.
And then there were the young supernovas, itching to test their mettle...
Meanwhile, aboard the Oro Jackson,
at the center of countless conversations, Ozz was currently.
well... fishing.
"It's been a while since I've fished on this ship. Feels good to be back," Ozz said, sitting on the ship's railing, holding a luxury fishing rod with calm patience.
Two hours had passed, and still, not a single catch.
Of course, Ozz wasn't just fishing for fish.
It was a form of training.
Everyone knew that advanced use of Observation Haki, especially the ability to glimpse into the future, demanded a steady, calm mind.
While practicing patience and willpower, Ozz was also pushing the limits of how far ahead his Observation Haki could reach.
From the first flicker of awakening to nearly a full minute now, it was the result of constant effort.
This meditative quiet might also benefit his spirit, and even his Conqueror's Haki had grown just a tiny bit stronger in the process.
Elsewhere,
Mihawk, freshly done with sword practice, towel draped over his neck, wiped sweat and strode toward Ozz.
"Don't get why you're so dead set on going to Ohara. But no matter what, just the two of us won't get this ship there quickly," he said.
His expression remained sharp, eyes flicking to the serene, fishing Ozz. Mihawk plopped onto a deck chair, crossing his legs.
His sword rested on the armrest, and he smirked slightly at Ozz, who seemed like a carefree bystander ignoring him entirely.
Mihawk wasn't one to talk much, but around Ozz, somehow he couldn't hold back his temper.
"You planned this, right? First stop Ohara. But you can't navigate, can't steer, can't read a map... hell, you don't even know how to cook. When exactly do you expect us to."
The cold-eyed Hawk's frustration showed in the lines on his forehead.
Just as he was about to draw his blade...
"Relax, relax, Mihawk."
Ozz slowly opened his eyes and stretched, then jumped down from the railing to stand in front of the seated Mihawk, looking totally at ease.
"Sailing's just about reaching the destination. You handle the directions…"
As he said that, Ozz casually lifted one foot and set it down again.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, Mihawk felt something off.
Nothing seemed to have changed around them the sea was the same endless blue but there was an undeniable difference.
"I'm using teleportation to speed things up and train my Devil Fruit power at the same time. We'll be there in no time," Ozz said, flashing the "OK" sign.
Out on the open sea, with nothing but water as a reference, the effect was subtle.
But from a bird's-eye view,
the Oro Jackson was like a ghost ship, darting forward in sudden bursts of speed that seemed almost supernatural.
"..."
Mihawk, who had just been scolding Ozz like a strict governess, finally admitted he might actually be useful after all.
He tossed Ozz a compass.
"Before we left, Sami collected these 'Eternal Compasses' based on the route you specified. Just follow where they point."
Ozz nodded in understanding.
Mihawk then headed to the storage room, grabbed some vegetables and meat, and started cooking in the kitchen.
Ozz followed.
"Wait, aren't you supposed to be steering the ship? Why are you here in the kitchen?"
Mihawk stared at Ozz, but saw the guy rummaging through the fridge for orange juice with a grin.
"No worries. My Observation Haki covers over ten thousand meters around me. Doesn't matter where on the ship I am, I'm still in control."
Hearing that, Mihawk didn't bother arguing. He started prepping the meal, washing the vegetables.
Ozz leaned over the table, watching with keen interest.
In just two seconds, Mihawk sliced a potato with fluid precision a mastery that went beyond swordplay, revealing his top-tier cooking skills.
Ozz's eyes sparkled.
He'd always eaten roasted meat on deserted islands or indulged in lavish dinners in the red-light district, but had never witnessed Mihawk cook before the usual cold pride had kept him from letting Ozz watch.
This was a rare treat.
"Another classic moment," Ozz thought.
When the meal was finally served, Ozz took a bite, stars practically bursting in his eyes.
He finally understood just how right he'd been to trick the Hawk onto his ship!
The taste,
was on par with the finest chefs in the red-light district!
The world's strongest swordsman, who never got lost;
a top-notch chef, who wasn't even lecherous.
What was this?
A high-end combo of Masamune and Zoro!
One crew member, four times the value!
After clearing every dish, Ozz leaned back, satisfied.
But Mihawk just elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, then fixed Ozz with a cold stare.
"What are you staring at, Hawk?"
Ozz chuckled, now used to the nickname.
"Since you cooked, you should wash the dishes!"
Mihawk felt a quiet thrill.
Since joining the crew, this kind of silent power play was constant.
Ozz just watched nearby, doing nothing.
It was time for the lazy "king" to actually do something.
"Oh, sure," Ozz replied casually.
Mihawk's lips twitched in a small smirk.
He was just about to explain the secrets of good dishwashing:
"Remember to wash carefully…"
But Ozz raised a hand gently and snapped his fingers.
The once messy plates and leftovers vanished without a trace.
Only perfectly clean dishes sat on the table, looking like they'd just been taken out of the cupboard.
"Huh? What was that 'remember to wash carefully'…? Just teleport the dishes outside the ship, right?"
Another snap, and the plates neatly returned to the cupboard.
"..."
"Hey, Hawk, why so quiet? Are you naturally a man of few words?"
"... Then duel me!"
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