It's no exaggeration to say on the entire Sylvan, anyone can ask Arton for pointers in martial or sword skills—anyone except Nami.
Raiden Ei became a shogun not just by wielding lightning but by perfecting exquisite weapon arts; to her, swordplay is only one branch of a hundred weapons, all of which she can master.
If Nami wants refined technique she simply has to keep unlocking the Raiden Shogun template.
"Honestly, why is it like this?" Nami puffed her cheeks at Arton.
Training had been her excuse to spend time alone with him; now he'd shut that chance down!
While she sulked, Arton strode past to the Sylvan's bow.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
Though they were still some distance away, the vast red wall of Reverse Mountain already filled the horizon—nothing like seeing it in an anime. Instinctively he opened his logbook system, camera aimed at the distant peak.
Nami's eyes flashed. A streak of lightning and she appeared beside him, ready to offer fan-service and keep him from photographing the landmark. Carina flashed in as well—the crew had agreed on this plan: If Arton ever risked revealing their position in the diary, each woman would distract him in her own way to keep the Navy off their tail.
They had underestimated his resolve.
Even with their high-probability distraction, the Reverse Mountain shot went straight into Arton's diary—and into every holder's copy.
"Huh? What are you two doing?"
Nami and Carina each had one of his hands pressed to her chest.
"C-captain… my heart hurts," Carina whimpered, already seeing the new photo in her diary copy.
So we can't stop him every time, she thought. Unless we use something truly… stimulating, his attention won't always leave that log. Well, we'll be through the mountain soon. By then East Blue's navy can't catch us—and on the other side the Government won't have time to respond.
She had also realized that ordinary benefits no longer distract Arton quickly enough. Sure, more direct intimacy would work—but you can't strip down in the middle of a public harbor just because the captain wants to post a picture.
Besides, after living with him this long she knew Arton would never let another man see his women's bodies.
"I feel it too. My chest hurts." Nami clutched her breast and put on a pained face.
Truthfully, she was delighted—when she wanted to get close to Arton, Carina never blocked her in moments like this. And even though Arton had still posted the Reverse Mountain photo, Nami wasn't worried; like Carina, she doubted the Navy or World Government could catch them now.
"Chest pain?!" Still buzzing from the sight of Reverse Mountain, Arton frowned.
In the next instant he shifted into Transparent World, eyes boring straight through Nami and Carina to their hearts—thump-thump, thump-thump. Both beat strong and steady, merely a little fast, nowhere near pain territory.
"So—both of you hurt at once?" He chuckled. Nami and Carina traded a glance, then nodded solemnly.
"In that case you should see Kaya—she's our ship's doctor. Whatever's wrong, she can fix it. I've got no remedy myself."
He shook his head, still unsure what they were playing at—unless the two had made some bet and were now thrusting their chests into his hands on a dare.
"My ache," Carina purred, pressing his palm harder against herself, "can only be cured by you, Captain."
If they couldn't stop him from posting their position, she at least meant to enjoy some skinship—and Nami shared the idea.
"Captain, don't focus on Carina alone. My pain needs your treatment too."
Nami seized his other hand and dragged it to her own chest—Arton felt both bodies molding under his palms.
"In that case, let me give you a thorough examination." His grip tightened, drawing twin yelps.
"Mhmm!"
"Y-ah!"
"See? A reaction already. My therapy must be working. Time to increase the dosage." He kneaded harder, switching sides for equal attention; the deck rang with their squeals until, minutes later, genuine soreness made them pull away, staring at him with awed respect.
Muttering, the pair slunk off to find Kaya and beg some bruise-soothing medicine.
"Pff!" Kaya couldn't help a laugh when they explained; she stifled it at once, but their wounded looks deepened.
"S-sorry. Come with me—my salves are in the infirmary. Arton and the others will keep watch here."
"Laugh it up," Nami grumbled, massaging her tender chest and shooting a side-eye at Kaya's ample bust. "Remember, yours are bigger than mine—next time the captain might squeeze you this way instead."
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