Another new morning.
It had been three days since Makoto returned from Mary Geoise and came back to Water 7.
At the inn.
Makoto opened his eyes, pushed aside the girls sprawled haphazardly over him, and with a pop, pulled something out—
"Sir! Your ship is finished!!"
A rough voice called up from downstairs.
Makoto paused for a moment, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.
Standing downstairs was a burly fish-man.
The world's best shipwright, Tom.
This time, Tom's tone towards Makoto held a bit more respect.
Clearly, he had also read the newspaper.
Tom finally understood why Rayleigh had made that face at Makoto before… It's because he was the one who sent the Roger Pirates to Impel Down.
But compared to the other things Makoto had done, it felt like sending the entire Roger Pirates to prison wasn't even a big deal.
When he saw the news, Tom was completely dumbfounded.
How the hell is this a person?
But although Tom had a good relationship with the Roger Pirates, he hadn't slacked off in his work building the ship for Makoto.
For him, shipbuilding was his faith.
He would never cut corners in this regard.
"Good."
Makoto nodded to acknowledge.
During breakfast, Makoto told the women about this.
"The ship is finished!"
"We can finally set off!"
"Can such a huge ship be built in just a few days?"
Everyone was very excited, chattering away, and decided to go to Tom's shipyard to see the ship together.
Soon, Makoto led his entourage of female companions in a grand procession to the coast of Tom's Shipyard.
So many beautiful girls naturally attracted a lot of attention.
The workers on the dock stopped their work one by one, their eyes wide open.
Passersby also stopped to stare, their mouths forming 'O' shapes.
But not a single person dared to strike up a conversation.
After all, Makoto's reputation now was unquestionably the number one person in the world.
Soon, everyone's gaze shifted from the girls to the sea surface.
There, a giant ship was anchored.
Completely orange.
The hull was enormous, comparable to the future Moby Dick of the Whitebeard Pirates.
The difference was… the Moby Dick's hull was shaped like a white whale, while the shape of this ship in front of them was more like...
"Isn't this Pochita?"
Nayuta tilted her head and voiced everyone's thoughts.
Immediately, everyone turned to look at Pochita following at Makoto's feet.
That round body, that iconic chainsaw, that innocent and endearing expression...
The prototype was too obvious.
"Do you like it?"
Makoto asked Pochita with a smile.
Pochita nodded vigorously, its four short legs pattering as it ran over, jumped into Makoto's arms, and licked his face repeatedly.
"Woof woof!"
Pochita's tail wagged like a propeller.
The women watched the scene and couldn't help but laugh.
Tom lowered the ship's gangway.
The excited women swarmed aboard in a grand procession.
"Wow!"
"It's so big!"
"There's even a swimming pool?!"
Sonoko, the first to rush onto the deck, let out a groundhog-like scream.
Deck… no, this wasn't a 'deck' anymore.
This was a plaza.
A plaza paved with artificial turf.
And in the center of the deck was a huge swimming pool. The pool water was a clear, brilliant blue, sparkling with rippling light under the sun.
Next to the pool were rows of beach chairs and umbrellas, along with a bar counter filled with various drinks and alcohol.
Besides the swimming pool, there was also—
"My room!"
Yotsuba pushed open a door and saw the spacious interior and the soft bed inside. She was completely stunned.
"There's even a training ground!"
Saeko stood in front of a small training ground, her eyes full of surprise.
The training ground had various weapons and training equipment.
This ship was large enough to accommodate a thousand people.
And now, Makoto and the women around him added up to only about twenty people.
It truly seemed excessively huge.
When they saw the huge swimming pool, the women couldn't contain their excitement one after another.
"Swim! Let's swim!"
"Is there a changing room?"
"Wait a minute, I'm going to buy a swimsuit!"
Before long, beautiful scenery began appearing by the poolside one after another.
Yukiko, wearing a black bikini, lay under a beach umbrella, donning sunglasses and holding a glass of juice, looking every bit the Hollywood star on vacation.
Eri, in a dark blue high-cut swimsuit, sat elegantly by the pool edge, her legs crossed, the tips of her toes lightly tapping the water's surface.
Kayoko, in a light purple swimsuit, was applying sunscreen to Airi and Marina, the mother and daughters chatting and laughing.
Mrs. Yukinoshita, in a conservative one-piece swimsuit with a shawl over her shoulders, sat in a corner reading a book, as if the noise around her had nothing to do with her.
In this situation, the advantage of the well-endowed group became apparent.
Especially those 'dining halls' that had been developed to their extreme by Makoto, they almost seemed about to burst out.
Yukiko's black bikini had so little fabric that those two mounds of snowy white almost seemed ready to jump out.
Eri's high-cut swimsuit had slits that went up to her waist, her long legs dazzlingly white.
Among the younger group, only those rare 'talented freaks' like Kotonoha and Chika could compare.
Kotonoha, wearing a white bikini, had the fabric over her chest stretched taut, as if it might burst open at any moment.
She shyly tried to cover up a bit with her hands, but the more she covered, the more attention it drew.
Chika, in a pink ruffled swimsuit, though not as exaggerated as Kotonoha's, had combat effectiveness that was equally not to be underestimated.
"Mom, wearing that makes you look so lewd!"
Alice looked at her mother, Leonora, and couldn't help but complain.
Leonora was wearing a white bikini.
Her skin was already dazzlingly white to begin with, and now wearing a white swimsuit… it's no exaggeration to say that if you didn't look closely, you'd think she wasn't wearing anything at all.
"Alice is still young and green~"
Leonora teased her daughter.
Although Alice had grown a lot after being developed by Makoto, there was still a bit of a gap compared to her own mother.
Alice puffed up her cheeks, then noticed Makoto staring at her mother several times, which made her even more annoyed.
At the same time, she schemed to steal her mother's swimsuit later.
'Let's see if I can't charm you to death, you dog of a man.'
Nayuta sat on a beach chair, wearing a black children's swimsuit… calling it a children's swimsuit, it was really just a piece of cloth with two straps.
Her gaze swept across the deck, then landed on the neighboring Katsura Kokoro.
Then, she couldn't help but glare at Kokoro.
Kokoro was wearing a pink two-piece swimsuit.
Although she was still young, her already budding figure didn't look like an elementary school student at all.
Kokoro blinked, looking at Nayuta with a naturally blank expression.
She didn't understand why her best friend was glaring at her.
There was nothing to be done. This might be family talent.
After all, Kokoro's sister and mother both had such incredible stats, so of course she couldn't be far behind.
Nayuta felt very hurt.
She looked down at herself, then at Kokoro, and silently wrapped her towel tighter.
But fortunately, Nayuta's bad mood found solace in another person.
Yukino, Kaguya and Eriri.
Nayuta couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"No hope."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Yukino to hear.
Yukino and the others' faces instantly flushed bright red.
She opened her mouth to say something, but didn't dare.
After all, Nayuta was even more someone you couldn't offend than Makoto.
"It's okay, Yukino."
Haruno comforted her younger sister in a low voice.
"You see, the women in this world are all exaggerated in that area. It should be because the ingredients in this world are very nutritious. You still have a chance."
Haruno used to think her own figure was pretty good, but after coming to this world, she found herself only considered 'flat'.
It should be because this world had more adequate nutrition.
From this perspective, her younger sister, whose body was still underage, still had a good chance.
Yukino bit her lip and said nothing.
She just silently draped a shawl over her upper body.