Chapter 12: Whispers of a Straw Hat
Weeks turned into a comfortable routine. Arata's presence became less of a scandal and more of a fact of life. He earned respect not through more displays of destruction, but through quiet actions. He used his control over lightning to help recharge the island's unique Dial technology. He used his immense strength to help clear landslides after a heavy storm. He was helpful, but distant, always keeping his primary goal in his heart.
His conversations with Hancock evolved from tense negotiations to strategic discussions. He learned more about the world's state—the Summit War of Marineford, Luffy's subsequent training with Silvers Rayleigh, and the impending two-year mark when the Straw Hats would reunite.
"It will be soon," Hancock said one evening, her voice laced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "Luffy-sama will set sail for the Sabaody Archipelago. I must be there to see him off."
Arata's heart hammered against his ribs. Sabaody. That's where it all converges. "I will accompany you," he stated. It wasn't a request.
Hancock studied him. "You are that eager to find the archaeologist?"
"It is more than eagerness," Arata said, his gaze distant. "It is necessity. The world is moving. A storm is coming, greater than any I can conjure. Robin is at the eye of it. I will not let her face it alone."
He began to prepare in earnest. He had the Kuja craftsmen—the most skilled he had ever seen—create a new outfit for him, worthy of his status. They fashioned him a sleeveless, dark-grey combat tunic, embroidered with subtle, lightning-bolt patterns in gold thread, over black trousers and sturdy boots. It was practical, regal, and distinctly his. He looked less like a castaway and more like a king from a forgotten myth.
He also refined the Raiju, reinforcing its hull and creating a more stable energy core so it could travel even without his constant attention. The ship was an extension of his will, and it needed to be perfect for the journey ahead.
During this time, he overheard the stories. The Kuja warriors, now more comfortable around him, would sometimes speak of the "Straw Hat Pirate" who had charmed their Empress. They spoke of his ridiculous power, his unbreakable will, and his profound loyalty. They spoke of Nico Robin, the "Demon Child," who was so quiet and knowledgeable.
Each story was a brushstroke, painting a clearer picture of the woman he was destined for. He learned of her love for archaeology, her dry wit, her gentle strength in the face of a world that hated her. It only solidified his resolve. He wasn't just in love with an idea; he was committed to the reality of her—the pain, the strength, the brilliance.
The day finally came. A messenger snail arrived with news: Straw Hat Luffy had been sighted departing from Rusukaina. He was heading for Sabaody.
Hancock immediately began preparations for her own voyage. She turned to Arata, her expression unreadable. "Are you ready, Thunder God? To step onto the world's stage?"
Arata stood, his new clothes fitting him perfectly, the air around him humming with suppressed energy. His golden eyes held a storm of determination.
"I was born ready," he said. "Let's go to Sabaody."