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Chapter 33 — Three Years Later
Everyone POV
Three years passed like a blink. Yet for those who lived them, every day had been an adventure, a memory carved deep into the heart.
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Nami
The world had started whispering her name.
"Cat Burglar Nami."
Not just for her nimble fingers, but for her razor-sharp mind. Maps flowed from her hands as if the seas themselves begged her to chart them. Kingdoms fought wars with less precision than her ink strokes.
But that wasn't what made her smile tonight, lounging lazily on Sunny's shoulder as he held her close. No, her grin came from the stolen treasures that weren't gold — moments, kisses, nights wrapped in warmth. She liked the world calling her a thief. After all, hadn't she stolen Sunny's heart, piece by piece?
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Nojiko
Nojiko had gone from curious kitchen experiments to something greater. She was a chef whose dishes could silence even the rowdiest tavern. Sunny had spoiled her with the rarest ingredients: Sea King meat, spices carried across half the world, fruits that existed nowhere else.
At first, she burned stews, over-salted sauces, laughed until she cried at her failures. But three years later, her cooking became art. Every meal she prepared was a love letter — to Bell-mère, who once struggled to feed them, and to Sunny, who always smiled even when her dishes nearly exploded.
And every so often, when she caught Sunny sneaking seconds, her chest swelled with quiet pride.
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Aqua
Aqua was still Aqua — dramatic, fiery, competitive, childish in bursts, dazzling when serious. Stronger than ever, her power had grown to something awe-inspiring.
One unlucky pirate learned this the hard way.
He boasted loudly, waving his paramecia powers like banners.
"The mighty Leaf-Leaf Fruit! My blades cut anything!"
He sent a storm of razor-sharp leaves at Aqua. She didn't even flinch.
The moment the first leaf touched her skin, it withered like wet paper. The rest fell in a heap, useless.
"Eh?!" the pirate shrieked. "What's happening?!"
Aqua tilted her head, smirking.
"Ohhh… did I forget to mention? Devil Fruits don't work on me. Oops."
She laughed so hard she nearly fell over. "Leaves! Against me! Hahaha! What's next, grass?"
Sunny just rubbed his forehead, trying not to laugh. "She's unstoppable… and unbearable."
But in his eyes, there was pride. And love — the kind that went deeper than even Aqua's oceans.
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Bell-mère
Bell-mère had become the quiet anchor. She watched the three girls bloom — Nami's cunning, Nojiko's craft, Aqua's wild strength — and though she teased and scolded them like always, her heart was steady. She had worried about them, once. Worried about their choices, their future.
Now, she worried less. Not because danger vanished — with Sunny, danger always found them — but because she saw the glow in her daughters' eyes.
And Sunny… she'd long stopped questioning what he was to them. A protector? A partner? A piece of their family puzzle? Maybe all of it. She accepted it, though not without crossing her arms and smirking whenever she caught them together.
"Don't think I don't notice, you little lovebirds," she muttered once. "At least you're happy."
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Sunny
Sunny hadn't changed because of endless battles or desperate survival. He didn't need to. Even sealed behind his six ceils, his strength remained something that could terrify the world if unleashed. With them, he could destroy Australia-level threats without breaking a sweat — and everyone around him knew it.
But what made him smile wasn't power.
It was love.
He adored them — every side of them. Nami's sly grin when she tricked a merchant. Nojiko's proud glow when her food made him lick the plate clean. Aqua's shameless laughter, even when she fainted from too much happiness. And Bell-mère's steady presence, grounding all of them.
He spoiled them all without hesitation — treasures, adventures, kisses, quiet nights under the stars. To him, the world could wait; these women were his world.
And yet, deep inside, Sunny was restless.
The seas had been calm for three years. Too calm. He could feel the world shifting, the threads of destiny twisting toward something bigger. Toward the adventure he knew was coming.
The canon would begin soon. Luffy would set sail, the seas would burn with chaos, and the world would shake.
Sunny chuckled to himself, brushing a lock of Nami's hair aside as she dozed on his chest.
"When that day comes… I'll be ready. We'll all be ready."
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✨ The Cat Burglar. The Chef. The Goddess. The Mother. The Sun. Together, they waited for the storm to begin — not with fear, but with love, laughter, and fire in their hearts.