The desks in Luffy's office reflected the diverse responsibilities of his team. While Luffy's desk was sparse, adorned only with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, the other desks were piled high with documents.
Kalifa and Kujaku handled the bulk of administrative tasks related to Wano's infrastructure and livelihood. Ain and Hina managed military affairs, including soldier garrisoning, training, and logistical supplies. Each woman had her own area of expertise, ensuring the smooth functioning of G66.
Nami, unsurprisingly, oversaw the base's finances, while Koala and Violet shared responsibility for intelligence operations. Olivia served as director of both the Seastone Factory and the technological research division. Mansherry was the base's head doctor, running the newly established Marine hospital.
Yamato, with her boundless energy and lack of interest in desk work, was made the chief instructor of the G66 branch. She took charge of training the Marines in combat, particularly honing their Haki. Lastly, Hancock, aside from being Luffy's personal bodyguard, led the Royal Guard—a unit of 50 elite Kuja.
With so many capable women handling various duties, Luffy enjoyed a life of relative leisure. Even when critical decisions needed his attention, the women would already have recommendations prepared. All Luffy had to do was glance over the documents, scribble a signature, or write a brief comment.
At the moment, Luffy lounged in his chair, eyes half-closed as he sipped coffee. His carefree demeanor stood in stark contrast to the focused women around him, diligently tackling their respective workloads.
Ain, who had been reviewing logistics reports, finally lost her patience. Crumpling a piece of waste paper, she threw it at Luffy's head. The paper ball hit its mark, but Luffy didn't even flinch.
"Cut it out, Ain," he muttered lazily. "I was up all night comforting Yamato. Let me nap for a bit."
Click.
The room went silent for a second before an explosion of anger erupted.
Hina slammed her hands on her desk, glaring daggers at Luffy. "Comforting Yamato? You've got some nerve saying that, you lazy bastard! Every day, you wander around like an old man with nothing to do, smoking and drinking tea. Meanwhile, the rest of us are drowning in work. Do you think we enjoy waking up early just to clean up after your messes?"
Kujaku wasn't far behind. She stood up, arms crossed and eyes blazing. "That's right! Yamato agreed to sleep in my room last night, but someone had to interfere. What kind of 'comfort' involves adult magazines, huh? Don't think I don't know what you were up to!"
Kalifa adjusted her glasses, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Wait, what? Adult magazines? No wonder Yamato's been acting weird lately. So, this is your doing, Luffy?"
Faced with the barrage of accusations, Luffy finally straightened up, his usual smirk returning. "Alright, hold on. Who said I don't do anything during the day? Just because I'm sitting here doesn't mean I'm slacking off. My Observation Haki is monitoring all of Wano Country. The moment something happens, I'll know."
The room went quiet as the women exchanged glances, unsure whether to believe him. Hina hesitated, but before she could question him further, Luffy turned his attention to Kujaku.
"And you," he said, his voice dripping with mock authority, "have the audacity to accuse me? Don't think I don't know what you've been up to. Let's not forget the... reading material you slipped Yamato. If I hadn't found those comics, who knows what might've happened?"
Kujaku's confidence faltered as her secret was exposed. She quickly sat back down, pretending to focus on her paperwork. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, cheeks flushing red.
Satisfied, Luffy turned his gaze to Kalifa, whose composed demeanor was beginning to crack. She adjusted her glasses nervously, beads of sweat forming on her brow.
"Kalifa," Luffy said, his tone slow and deliberate. "Do you have something you'd like to confess?"
Her mind raced as she tried to recall if she'd done anything that could land her in trouble. Unable to think of anything, she stammered, "I... I have no idea what you mean."
Luffy leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. "Oh, don't worry. I'll let you figure it out."
Kalifa's anxiety only deepened. As she wracked her brain for answers, Luffy sipped his coffee, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Let her stew for a while, he thought, amused by her frantic attempts to deduce her imaginary crime.
The tension in the room finally eased as Luffy leaned back and yawned. "Alright, ladies. Let's calm down. We've all got our roles to play, right?"
Hina and Ain exchanged exasperated glances, while Kujaku kept her head down, scribbling furiously. Kalifa, still visibly shaken, resolved to work extra hard, just in case she'd actually done something wrong.
As the women resumed their tasks, Luffy reclined in his chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "This is why having a capable team is so important," he muttered to himself. "They handle the work, and I handle the... oversight."
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