After preparing enough supplies and making sure he had what he needed to survive for a while, Yuta didn't waste any time.
He stepped into the air.
Then—
He rose.
Space bent slightly beneath him as his body lifted off the ground, forming a stable "path" in midair using his ability. It wasn't true flight like a bird, but something similar—controlling space to move freely above the ocean.
The island he had stayed on slowly disappeared behind him.
In front of him—
Only the endless sea.
"…So big…"
Yuta muttered quietly.
There was nothing else.
No ships in sight.
No islands nearby.
Just blue stretching endlessly in every direction.
For the first few hours, he continued flying steadily forward, maintaining a consistent speed. His body moved smoothly through the air, but even with his enhanced strength, long-distance travel like this wasn't simple.
After a while, he slowed down slightly.
"…Need a break."
He descended gently onto the surface of the water, using his space ability to create a stable standing point just above it. Then he took out preserved food he had prepared before leaving the island.
It wasn't anything fancy.
Just dried meat.
But it was enough.
He sat there quietly in the air above the ocean, eating while watching the waves move endlessly beneath him.
"…No matter how I look at it…"
He chewed slowly.
"…This world is ridiculous."
After finishing his meal, he stood back up and continued forward.
Time passed again.
The sun moved across the sky.
Then slowly began to set.
Yuta continued flying without seeing a single island for a long time.
At one point, he stopped again.
This time landing briefly on a small floating piece of debris in the ocean to rest properly.
He stretched his arms slightly.
"…Even with this body, nonstop flying is still tiring."
He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing steadily.
After a short rest, he ate again, checked his direction, and continued.
Day turned into night.
The ocean under him became dark and silent.
The stars above reflected faintly on the water's surface.
Yuta continued flying through the night.
Not rushing.
Not panicking.
Just steady movement forward.
"…If I stop now, I might not find land again for who knows how long…"
He muttered.
So he kept going.
On the second day, things remained the same.
Ocean.
Sky.
Wind.
Nothing else.
At one point, Yuta slowed down again and sighed.
"…This is too empty."
He landed once more, this time creating a stable space platform above the water.
He pulled out food again and ate slowly.
While chewing, he looked around.
"…No pirates. No ships. Nothing."
After resting for a while, he stretched slightly.
"…Alright."
He stood back up.
"…Continue."
And he continued flying again.
By the third day, even his calm expression started to change slightly.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Just mild irritation.
"…This ocean is insane."
He muttered while flying.
Still—
He didn't stop.
Because stopping meant risking getting lost.
So he pushed forward.
Finally—
On the morning of the third day, something changed.
While flying at a steady height above the sea, Yuta noticed something in the distance.
A shape.
Not water.
Not sky.
"…Island."
His eyes sharpened slightly.
After days of nothing, seeing land again felt almost unreal.
He adjusted his direction and moved toward it.
Slowly descending as he approached.
When he reached the island, Yuta didn't land directly in the open.
Instead, he carefully moved into a nearby forest area, staying hidden among the trees.
"…No need to attract attention right away."
He muttered.
Even though he was strong, he didn't know the current situation of this world yet. Marines, pirates, unknown threats—there was no reason to act careless.
So he walked.
Quietly.
Naturally.
Like an ordinary traveler.
After some time, he reached a village.
Simple wooden houses.
Small population.
Nothing unusual at first glance.
Yuta approached calmly and began asking around casually.
"…Excuse me."
"…Where is this place?"
People looked at him briefly, then answered without much concern.
"…Caravana Village."
"…Middle of the East Blue."
Yuta nodded slightly.
"…East Blue…"
He repeated softly.
Then he asked a few more questions, carefully gathering information.
And eventually—
He got the most important answer.
"…Year 1512."
Silence.
Yuta stopped for a moment.
"…1512…"
He repeated again.
Slowly, everything connected in his mind.
Then he spoke calmly.
"…That means this is still before the main era."
A pause.
"…About ten years before Luffy sets sail."
He exhaled slowly.
"…So I have time."
His expression remained steady.
But his mind was already calculating.
This wasn't just information.
This was opportunity.
Because now—
He knew the timeline.
He knew the future events.
And more importantly—
He knew the people.
Yuta turned slightly, looking toward the direction of the sea beyond the village.
"…Kuina…"
He spoke first.
"…I can stop her death."
Then—
"…Nami…"
His tone remained calm.
"…She doesn't have to suffer like that."
And finally—
"…Kaya."
He paused slightly.
"…She shouldn't lose her family."
Silence followed.
The wind moved gently through the village.
Yuta stood there quietly.
Not emotional.
Not overwhelmed.
Just certain.
"…If I know what's going to happen…"
He said slowly.
"…Then I can change it."
His gaze shifted toward the horizon.
The endless sea beyond the island.
A world he now stood inside of.
Not as a watcher.
But as someone who could act.
And this time—
He would not let things play out the same way again.