Naturally, Yahn had no idea that young Robin, at such a tender age, was already revealing her talents for cunning manipulation. While she quietly played her part, Yahn remained deep in thought within the spiritual space they shared.
In truth, Robin was the first person Yahn had ever bestowed with a Resurrección, so he didn't really know what would happen after someone received one.
But judging by the current situation, two things were clear: first, Robin could now communicate with Yahn telepathically through the Resurrección within her. Second, she was indeed capable of wielding its power.
From what Yahn understood, the ability of Brujería was a form of domination—the eye could seize control of whatever it looked at.
However, each eye could only control a single target at a time. For example, looking at a hand would allow control over the hand, looking at a foot gave control over the foot, and only by gazing at the head could one seize control over a person's consciousness and thus their entire body.
This ability, when paired with Robin's powers, was practically a perfect match.
After all, her Hana Hana no Mi (Flower-Flower Fruit) allowed her to grow any part of her body—eyes included—on any surface within her field of vision.
That meant Robin could secretly activate the Brujería by using her fruit to grow hidden eyes and subtly take control of a Marine lieutenant without anyone noticing.
"So... does the Resurrección grant its bearer a unique power, rather than bestowing them with the same blade-wielding capabilities I have?"
Yahn murmured to himself, his understanding of the Resurrección having grown significantly. He was beginning to see just how precious the resurreción really were.
In a sense, the Resurrección was comparable to a Devil Fruit—except it had no drawbacks. It granted the recipient a completely separate, special ability without any of the curses that normally came with Devil Fruits.
For someone like Robin, combining the Hana Hana no Mi with Brujería created a synergy that was far greater than the sum of its parts.
"Sigh... I guess I really should try to collect more Devil Fruits when the chance arises," Yahn muttered from where he lay sprawled on the grand sofa inside the castle within Little Gold.
The thought alone made him release a deep, defeated sigh—one born from sheer poverty.
Shaking the thought off, Yahn calmed himself and returned to his interrupted training. He continued learning Shunpo—the art of instant movement—from Senbonzakura.
In the Shinigami's Four Major Combat Arts, known as Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, and Kidō (Swordsmanship, Hand-to-Hand, Flash Step, and Art of Spellcasting), Senbonzakura was a master in all four, having inherited the knowledge of his former wielder.
But Yahn, knowing full well his physical shortcomings, prioritized Shunpo above all.
To him, it was a life-saving technique. Second was Kidō, which could compensate for his lack of attack diversity and help him adapt to unpredictable situations. Third came swordsmanship, and last—almost entirely theoretical for him—was hand-to-hand combat.
After all, Yahn knew trying to fight a monster like Vice Admiral Garp with his bare hands would be nothing short of suicide. It wouldn't just be Hakuda—it would be handing over his life for free.
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The Next Morning
Knock knock knock!
"Lord Yanhn, are you inside? Lord Yanhn!"
Woken by the rough voice of Ensign Hope, Yahn slowly emerged from the castle inside Little Gold. Still groggy, he opened the door and asked, half-asleep:
"Ensign Hope? It's barely morning—what's going on?"
Seeing Yahn safe and sound, Hope visibly relaxed, his anxious expression easing.
"Thank goodness, Lord Yahn. I was worried the 'Golden Lion' Shiki might've taken you away."
Yahn waved his hand dismissively, too lazy to explain the Shiki incident to his newly appointed adjutant.
"Are the other Marines on the ship awake?"
"Reporting in! Everyone is combat-ready!" Hope replied energetically, standing straight.
"No need for combat. The 'Golden Lion' Shiki is gone. Just check our current sea coordinates and find a course to continue toward the North Blue."
Hope looked slightly puzzled but still responded firmly, "Yes, Lord Yahn!"
After a quick wash, Yahn strolled leisurely toward the warship's deck, hands clasped behind his back.
The weather was perfect—blue skies, endless sea, and the warm sun shining down.
Yahn wandered the deck like a retired old man, stretching his limbs a bit before reclining on a beach chair he had placed on deck.
A drink, some fruit, a nod here and there…
The only disappointment was the view—aside from seagulls, all he saw were burly, rugged Marine soldiers. Impressive, yes. Pleasing to the eye? Not really.
Their sheer masculinity felt overwhelming at times. Their passionate shouting and camaraderie stirred... a rather brotherly vibe.
"Come to think of it, why didn't the old man assign me a female adjutant? Doesn't he want his own son to live a better life?"
As Yahn pondered this philosophical dilemma, Ensign Hope approached with a folded uniform in his hands.
"Lord Yahn, yesterday's encounter with the 'Golden Lion' threw things off. I forgot to deliver your new Marine uniform."
"My uniform?"
Yahn glanced at the folded white naval suit—and the dramatic cape emblazoned with the word 'Justice'.
There was no denying it. It looked incredibly chuunibyou—but also... weirdly brainwashing.
Wearing something that shouts 'Justice' every day would probably start to affect one's mindset. The longer he wore it, the more he'd begin to internalize it—until eventually, he might actually believe in embodying Justice.
Pointing to the cape, Yahn asked:
"Ensign Hope, is it mandatory to wear the 'Justice' cloak?"
Hope looked troubled and replied:
"Lord Yahn, the cloak is a key symbol of naval officers. Regulations state it must be worn."
"What if I change the word on it?" Yahn asked casually.
Hope hesitated. "What would you like to change it to, my lord?"
Yahn fell silent, contemplating different words—some serious, some silly, some plain, some eccentric.
At last, he spoke:
"Buddha. Let's put the words 'Buddha' on it."
"Eh? Lord Yahn, what does that mean? I'll need to file a report."
Yahn thought for a moment, realizing Hope might not grasp the concept. He clarified:
"This 'Buddha' is the same Buddha as in 'Sengoku the Buddha'. Got it?"
"Ah… I see now."
Hope nodded in sudden understanding, murmuring,
"So Lord Yahn wants to display unwavering loyalty to Fleet Admiral Sengoku by bearing those words on his cloak…"
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