Hearing that Robin had made a discovery, Yuuki's interest was instantly piqued.
When he had met Vegapunk, he had already sensed it—
Vegapunk must know something about the truth of this world… and the Void Century.
And that knowledge likely came from the surviving records of Ohara.
Robin's expression grew serious.
"Please wait a moment, Captain."
The next instant—
space magic wrapped around her body.
And she vanished from sight.
"She's gotten quite proficient with spatial magic."
Yuuki glanced at where she had disappeared and gave a quiet note of approval before waiting calmly.
He was curious—
just how much of the world's truth Robin, the sole survivor of Ohara, had managed to glimpse.
Unfortunately—
most of Ohara's legacy now rested with the Revolutionary Army.
He had once considered contacting them to take those materials for himself—
but after the attack on Gran Tesoro…
that option was off the table.
Enemies were enemies.
As for the Void Century—
the real answers likely lay on the final island.
So while he was curious, the remnants of Ohara's research were, to him, optional.
But for Robin—
they were undoubtedly the most precious thing in the world.
"History… is humanity's treasure."
Yuuki murmured softly.
No matter the world—
there were always people worthy of respect.
It didn't take long.
In just a minute or two—
Robin reappeared, holding a thick stack of documents.
"Captain, I've been studying the materials we obtained from Vegapunk."
"They don't directly explain the Void Century…"
"But I found something extremely interesting."
A rare trace of excitement appeared on her face.
She placed the stack on the table and pulled out several pages, handing them over.
Yuuki flipped through them as he gestured for her to continue.
"The first document is a photograph," Robin explained.
"It was taken about thirty years ago by a famous photographer."
She pointed to a slightly yellowed but well-preserved image.
Yuuki examined it.
The background appeared to be a forest.
On a large, leafy tree stood four birds—
similar to South Birds, but with unusually vivid plumage.
Each had a distinct crest atop its head.
Clearly—
they belonged to the same species.
He glanced at Robin.
"These are South Birds," she said.
"A rare species unique to the Grand Line."
"Because the Grand Line's magnetic fields are chaotic, ships must rely on Log Poses to navigate."
"But South Birds never lose their sense of direction."
She pointed at each bird in the image.
"These four are the South Bird, North Bird, West Bird, and East Bird."
Yuuki's eyes sharpened slightly.
"So, the rarity isn't the birds themselves…"
"…but the fact that all four directional types are gathered together."
Robin nodded firmly.
"Exactly."
"Even thirty years ago, the photographer won an award for capturing this moment."
"Though this copy isn't the original."
She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gestured to the remaining photos.
"And that's not the point."
Yuuki flipped through the rest.
All were photographs of South Birds—
but each showed only a single bird.
He paused.
Then—
his eyes narrowed.
It wasn't the birds that were different.
It was their orientation.
"You noticed?" Robin smiled.
"A South Bird's defining trait…"
"…is that its head always points toward its designated direction."
"When I was a child, Professor Clover once told me—"
"You can doubt a Log Pose…"
"…but you must never doubt the direction a South Bird faces."
"Because they are the true eternal compasses of the sea."
A faint sadness flickered in her eyes—
but she quickly suppressed it.
"Now compare the direction of the birds from thirty years ago…"
"…to the ones in recent photos."
"They've shifted."
She exhaled slightly after finishing.
"…Interesting."
Yuuki leaned back slightly, studying the images, a glint flashing in his eyes.
Rustle.
Robin carefully pulled out two maps.
One old.
One new.
"This one," she said softly, "is a 400-year-old map of the Blue Sea."
"I obtained it from the Shandians on Skypiea."
"And this…"
"…is a modern map."
She held them carefully, unwilling to hand them over.
Yuuki glanced at both—
and immediately noticed.
"They're completely different."
"Yes."
"Not just different—"
"They're wildly inconsistent."
Robin took a steady breath.
"At first, I thought the older map might simply be inaccurate."
"After all, it's 400 years old. Navigation and cartography have improved significantly."
"But—"
She met his gaze.
"That's not the case."
Yuuki already understood.
"The maps are both correct."
"So, what's the answer?" he asked, now fully engaged.
Robin didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she continued explaining.
"After cross-referencing various materials…"
"Especially the data from Vegapunk…"
"And comparing it with the South Birds…"
"I confirmed one thing."
A bright, genuine smile appeared on her face.
"It's the magnetic field, Captain."
"The magnetic fields 400 years ago and today are vastly different."
"To the point of being almost unimaginable."
"The Knock Up Stream… Skypiea…"
"Those phenomena are caused by changes in the magnetic field."
"And the changes haven't stopped."
"The South Birds prove it."
Her eyes shone with conviction.
"The World Government…"
"…must be hiding something."
For years—
Robin had carried everything alone.
The Void Century.
Ohara's destruction.
The burden of being the sole survivor.
And now—
she had finally grasped a fragment of truth.
The confusion that once clouded her—
vanished completely.
"…Magnetic fields."
Yuuki's pupils trembled slightly.
He had never considered it this way before.
The Grand Line's chaotic magnetism.
The Calm Belt.
He had always treated them as mere "settings."
Because he viewed this world through the lens of fiction.
But this—
was reality.
Such anomalies meant only one thing.
There was something fundamentally wrong with this world's magnetic system.
"…This world really is fascinating."
Yuuki murmured.
Drip.
Drip.
Tears fell.
Robin didn't even realize she was crying.
Her eyes reddened—
tears streaming silently down her face.
Yuuki watched her—
this usually composed, elegant woman—
now biting her lip, stubborn and vulnerable.
With a flick of his hand—
a handkerchief appeared.
He handed it to her.
"…Thank you."
She wiped her tears, cheeks slightly flushed.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this, Captain."
Yuuki shook his head.
Instead of comforting her—
he spoke seriously.
"Congratulations, Robin."
She froze.
"You've finally inherited Ohara's will."
Her eyes reddened again—
but this time, no tears fell.
She took a deep breath.
"…Thank you, Captain."
"I told you, no need to thank me."
"You're my crewmate."
He ruffled her hair lightly and laughed.
"If this world is so interesting—"
"Then let's uncover its truth together."
"Yes, Captain."
Robin smiled—
eyes still red, but shining.
Later That Day
The massive arena gleamed under the sunlight—
bathed in gold.
The stands were packed.
The entire Grove 44 had erupted into life.
Cheers thundered endlessly.
As the gateway to the New World—
Sabaody hadn't seen such excitement in years.
Every grove—
broadcast the matches live.
And not just here—
the broadcast reached far beyond.
Even Yuuki didn't know how far.
Stussy and Du Feld had handled everything.
The world was watching.
Who would win?
Who would join the Magic Eye Pirates?
And behind it all—
massive underground betting markets surged.
Marine Base — Grove 67
Smoker sat in his office—
a cigar in his mouth, legs propped on the desk.
His eyes were fixed on the broadcast.
His brow deeply furrowed.
"These damned pirates…"
He muttered, equal parts disgusted and frustrated.
He had already received orders from Headquarters—
not to interfere.
Despite his nature—
this time, he complied.
Not because he wanted to—
but because he had no choice.
His failed attempt to capture the Supernovas…
And the overwhelming strength of Robin and Cabaji…
He understood it clearly now.
He could handle the Supernovas.
But against Cabaji—
he would struggle.
Add Robin's support—
and he would lose.
With Stussy and Du Feld backing the event—
there was nothing he could do alone.
"Sir!"
A Marine reported urgently.
"All members of the Magic Eye Pirates—except the two giants—have arrived at Sabaody!"
"…As expected."
Smoker exhaled smoke heavily.
They had come from the New World without a trace—
it could only be Yuuki's magic.
If Robin could use space-like abilities—
then Yuuki certainly could too.
"Even Admiral Kizaru couldn't capture him…"
Smoker muttered grimly.
"These bastards…"
He cursed again—
eyes locked on the screen.
(End of Chapter)
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