In short, any well-informed force on the seas had already caught wind of Orin setting sail.
Their reactions varied.
Some, like the Marines, treated it as a dire emergency.
Others, like Whitebeard, didn't take the brat from Roger's crew seriously at all.
And then there were the young Supernovas, itching for a challenge...
Meanwhile, aboard the Oro Jackson—
The center of countless discussions, Orin, was currently...
Er... fishing.
"Haven't fished on this ship in ages. Really brings back memories."
Sitting on the edge of the Oro Jackson, Orin held a luxury fishing rod in hand, peacefully casting his line.
Even though two hours had passed, he hadn't caught a single fish.
Of course, Orin wasn't fishing just for leisure.
It was also a form of training.
As everyone knows, high-level Observation Haki—being able to foresee the future—requires a calm and clear state of mind.
While training his patience and willpower, Orin was also continuously trying to extend the duration of his future-sight.
From the split-second when he first awakened it, to nearly a full minute now—that was the fruit of his relentless efforts.
In fact, this sort of focused and meditative state might even benefit the mind, as his Conqueror's Haki Infusion had slightly improved as well.
...
Elsewhere on the ship,
Mihawk had just finished his sword practice. A towel draped around his neck, he wiped the sweat from his brow as he approached Orin.
"I still don't get why you insist on going to Ohara. But either way, with just the two of us, we're not getting this ship there anytime soon."
His face as stern as ever, Mihawk glanced sidelong at Orin, who was calmly fishing, and then sat cross-legged on a deck chair.
Night rested by the arm of the chair.
Seeing Orin acting like a carefree slacker, completely ignoring him, Mihawk's lips twitched.
He wasn't the talkative type. But for some reason, Orin always managed to provoke his temper.
"You're the one who planned this, right? The first destination is Ohara? But navigation, steering, reading the map... you can't do any of it. You can't even cook. So when exactly are we supposed to—"
The cold-eyed Hawk's forehead veins twitched as he looked at Orin, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Just as he was about to lose it and draw his sword—
"Relax, relax, Mihawk."
Orin slowly opened his eyes, stretched lazily, and leapt down from the ship's rail, landing in front of Mihawk with a relaxed expression.
"Sailing's all about reaching the destination, right? You just point the way..."
As he spoke, Orin lightly raised and stepped down with one foot.
Buzz—
Immediately, Mihawk sensed something was off.
The surroundings didn't seem to have changed—the sea was still the same—but something felt different.
"I'll use the Warp-Warp Fruit to speed things up, and train my ability in the process. We'll be there in half a day, guaranteed."
Orin made an "OK" hand sign.
Since there were no clear reference points at sea besides the water, the movement wasn't obvious.
But if viewed from above—
The Oro Jackson looked like a ghost ship, flashing eerily across the ocean at abnormal speed.
...
Just moments ago, Mihawk had been nagging like a housewife. Now that Orin finally proved useful, he simply tossed him a compass.
"This is a set of Eternal Poses Sammi gathered for you before we left, based on the route you specified. Just follow their directions."
Seeing Orin nod in understanding,
The young Hawk finally headed to the storage room, grabbed some vegetables and meat, and went into the kitchen to start cooking.
Orin saw this and followed him in.
"Aren't you supposed to be steering the ship? Why are you in the kitchen?"
Mihawk glared at Orin but saw him pull out a glass of orange juice from the fridge and smile.
"What does it matter? My Observation Haki can cover tens of thousands of meters around us. Doesn't matter where I am on the ship."
Hearing that, Mihawk couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. Ignoring Orin's overly interested watching,
He began preparing the meal, starting with washing vegetables.
Orin leaned over the table, watching Mihawk with great interest.
He picked up a kitchen knife, and within two seconds had peeled a potato perfectly. His fluid, precise technique was on par with his swordsmanship—his cooking skills were clearly top-notch.
Orin's eyes lit up.
He'd always eaten grilled meat on deserted islands or gone straight to fancy meals in the red-light district. Every time he asked Mihawk to cook, the latter always refused out of pride.
Finally, he got to see it.
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When the dishes were finally served and Orin took his first bite, his eyes sparkled with stars.
At that moment, he knew getting Mihawk onto this ship had been the right move!
The taste—
Every bit as good as the top chefs in the red-light district!
He was the future world's greatest swordsman, yet he never got lost.
A master chef, yet not a womanizer.
What was this?
A high-spec version of Sanji + Zoro!
One crew member—quadruple the value!
After clearing all the plates, Orin leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
Then he saw Mihawk elegantly dabbing his mouth with a napkin before turning his gaze coldly onto him.
"...Why are you staring at me, Mihawk?"
Maybe it was because Orin had called him "Little Hawk" too many times—he no longer protested. He just said coldly,
"Since I cooked, it's your turn to do the dishes."
A hidden smugness stirred in Mihawk's heart.
He'd been feeling frustrated since getting on board. Big or small, everything fell to him while Orin just watched.
Time for the lazy guy to pull his weight.
"Oh, sure."
Orin agreed instantly, as if it was nothing.
Mihawk's lips curved slightly.
Just as he was about to start explaining the right way to wash dishes—
"When washing, make sure to—"
Mid-sentence, he saw Orin raise his hand.
Snap!
With a crisp finger snap, all the messy leftovers vanished completely. The plates on the table were sparkling clean, as if just taken from the cabinet.
"Hm? What do you mean 'make sure'? Just warp the mess off the ship, right?"
With another snap, the now-clean plates neatly appeared back in the cupboard.
"..."
"Hm? Why aren't you saying anything, Mihawk? Were you just born the silent type?"
"...Let's duel!"
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