"Hey~ did you hear about that adventurer crew...?"
"Oh yeah, I heard. What a tragedy!"
"Seriously. Each and every one of them was a stunning beauty, and they were abused like that?"
"I used to think the Thunder God was a hero. Who knew..."
"Right? I'd only ever heard that he was a lecher, but it turns out he's a full-blown pervert who enjoys torturing people!"
"Shhh~ Keep it down! You trying to get yourself killed?"
"..."
Lately, conversations like this had become common across every corner of the island.
Ever since someone stumbled upon that horrific scene at the foot of the mountain, rumors had spread like wildfire through the town.
Some claimed the Thunder God was a devil who drank human blood daily. Others said he was a demon who delighted in humiliating and torturing people.
In short, the rumors came in countless flavors, none flattering.
The name "Thunder God" was once again etched deep into everyone's minds—but now in a way that sent chills down their spines.
As a result, all the islanders looked toward the base of the mountain with a mixture of fear and awe.
Meanwhile, down at the mountain's base, Leno remained blissfully unaware, busy every day helping the crew with logistics and support.
Time passed quietly. Before anyone realized it, three months had gone by.
Yamato, Hancock, and Kuina had already completed their training one after another, each achieving remarkable breakthroughs in Haki, physique, and more.
The effect of the Thunder-Tempered Body technique had tapered off by then, so Leno decided it was time to end their special training.
As for Kaya, Uta, Mikita, and Vivi, the four were still grinding through it.
But now, with the previous girls setting the bar, the remaining four were more determined than ever, pushing themselves harder in hopes of taking their strength to the next level.
Their continued training wasn't due to a lack of improvement. On the contrary, their Haki and physical strength had already broken through first. It was just that the Thunder Power still worked wonders for them.
That said, it wasn't all grim training. Leno often took them into town for strolls and to catch up on outside news.
What puzzled Leno, though, was how every time he went out, the townsfolk would scurry away from them like roaches before a light.
Even those who didn't flee would bow their heads instantly, not daring to meet his eyes.
He didn't think much of it at first—just assumed they were intimidated by his presence.
But after it kept happening, Leno began to suspect something was off. When he finally pressed for answers...
He almost exploded on the spot.
Who would've thought a decent, upstanding guy like him would get labeled a "devil" or a "pervert" over a misunderstanding?!
Where's the justice in that?
He considered explaining things, but in the end decided it wasn't worth the effort.
Let them say what they want. With the bounty on his head, his reputation was already in ruins anyway.
Of course, the girls laughed about it for days.
In response, Leno "punished" them using some thoroughly perverted methods of his own—
And for the first time, he experienced what it was like to sleep under one big blanket with all of them.
Despite their improvements, none of them could do better than a tie against Leno in "combat."
Truthfully, after three months of intense training, they were now even more charming and seductive.
Even the youngest, Vivi, had started to bloom.
Over the course of their time on the island, everyone had grown used to the rigorous training routine.
Days passed one after another, and just like that, another three months were gone.
When Leno finally announced that Vivi had passed her special training, cheers erupted all around.
"It's finally over~!"
"Hooray!"
"We made it through!"
"..."
"Well done. You girls are amazing. I'm proud of you~"
Leno clapped and cheered from the heart, genuinely happy for them. He stepped forward and gave each of them a congratulatory hug.
To be honest, he now saw them in a whole new light.
Each one of them, still in their twenties, had endured hardship that would break most people. That dedication was truly admirable.
After this special training, the entire crew had undergone a complete transformation.
Everyone felt more confident than ever for the upcoming adventures in the New World.
"You big idiot, let's get ready to set sail then!"
Nami's radiant smile bloomed as she clung tightly to Leno's arm with her now very impressive assets, speaking with giddy excitement:
"I can't wait a second longer!"
"Yeah, I feel crazy strong right now!"
Puffing out his chest and flaring his nostrils, Chopper flexed his biceps and declared with pride.
Leno nodded in approval.
Chopper's fur now gleamed like silk, sleek and shiny.
His transformed muscles looked... nutritious—no, powerful! Definitely powerful!
Scanning the group with a grin, Leno happily declared:
"To celebrate the end of your special training, it's party time!"
"Party~ Party~!"
"YEAH!"
"..."
With their tension finally released, everyone went wild.
Gone was their usual restraint—they chugged booze and tore into meat like maniacs.
Alcohol flowed like water, with barrels rolling out one after another, only to be emptied in no time.
Even Robin and Kaya, typically refined and reserved, joined the drinking games like veterans.
The lively atmosphere stretched deep into the night. When everyone finally collapsed—too drunk to move—they simply fell asleep on the dining hall floor.
The next morning, waking up groggy and recalling their antics, they all looked at one another—
Then burst out laughing.
Together, they cleaned up the place quickly. After breakfast, the Gale shot off from the Island like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Back on the island, the townsfolk were up early, as usual, trying every trick they had to spy on the mountain base.
After all, for the past six months, the crew's "perverted" escapades had become daily gossip fodder.
If someone didn't have the latest updates, they wouldn't even dare step outside.
But today, no matter what they tried, they couldn't spot the adventurers.
Some brave souls even ventured out with umbrellas to take a closer look.
Finally, it was confirmed: that group had left the Island.
Upon learning the Thunder God and his people had departed, the townsfolk let out a collective sigh of relief… tinged with a bit of regret.
Sure, the Thunder God was terrifying. And yes, he was a pervert. Maybe even a devil.
But his crew?
Every single one of them was gorgeous.
Even when they were battered and messy, it didn't stop the islanders from appreciating beauty when they saw it.
Those dazzling faces...
Those jaw-dropping figures...
Tsk, tsk...
That damn Thunder God... that perverted, evil bastard...
He really "ate" well, huh~
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