Bondi World and his crew fled in a miserable state.
On Leno's ship, Fallen One—
Only Naejin remained.
Along with the crew of Leno's pirate group…
Who were now openly sizing her up.
Naejin could clearly feel the splitting energy Leno had implanted inside her.
Like the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head—
Ready to fall at any moment.
Death was that close.
Practically zero distance.
She had no doubt—
The moment she even thought about resisting—
Leno would detonate it without hesitation.
Kill her instantly.
Or worse—
Make her wish she were dead.
Gamble?
Bet her life on it?
Naejin immediately rejected that idea.
The matter was temporarily settled.
Domino couldn't hold back and asked:
"Leno, is this woman really that skilled as a doctor?"
"She doesn't look particularly special."
Her question instantly piqued everyone's curiosity.
Hancock.
Robin.
Kalifa.
All eyes turned toward Leno.
But instead of answering directly—
Leno smiled and played along.
"Why don't you all guess—"
"How old Naejin is?"
The women immediately began examining her carefully.
She wore a well-fitted qipao.
Her figure was well maintained.
Though there were faint traces of age on her face—
Her skin was tight.
Her eyes were bright.
She looked like a mature, elegant beauty.
"Hmm… judging by her aura…"
"Thirty-five? Maybe forty at most?"
Domino guessed.
"I think she's younger. Early thirties."
Hancock said confidently.
Robin analyzed more carefully.
"Somewhere between forty and forty-five."
"I agree."
Kalifa nodded.
Perona and Bonney threw in guesses of their own.
Only little Ailiche gave a thoughtful range.
Being stared at like some rare specimen—
Naejin felt a bit awkward.
But hearing their guesses—
All far younger than her actual age—
A hint of pride surfaced on her face.
"Seems like my medical skills and maintenance are well recognized."
Leno chuckled and shook his head.
"You're all wrong."
"She's over eighty."
"…WHAT?!"
"Over eighty?!"
"No way!!"
"You're joking, right, Leno?!"
Everyone froze.
Eyes wide.
Faces full of disbelief.
You're telling them—
This elegant, mature woman—
Is 80+ years old?!
Who would believe that?!
Naejin watched their stunned reactions—
Her vanity completely satisfied.
Even though a woman's age is taboo—
Between pride and survival—
She wisely chose survival.
She waved her hand modestly—
Though her tone betrayed her pride.
"Just good maintenance, that's all."
"Nothing worth mentioning."
The women exchanged glances.
In each other's eyes—
They saw the same thing:
Shock.
And…
Burning desire.
Over eighty—
And still like this?!
This wasn't just medical skill.
This was basically immortality magic.
At eighty—
If they could look even half as good—
They'd be grateful to the heavens.
At that moment—
All "serious medical ability" was forgotten.
Because for women—
Youth and beauty were instinctive obsessions.
"Leno did something incredible this time…"
They all thought.
This wasn't just a ship doctor—
This was a walking treasure.
No wonder—
Beautiful women being treated as "loot"—
Was a pirate tradition.
Sure, there were rumors on the seas about immortality—
But those were vague and unreachable.
Nothing compared to a real, living example right in front of them.
"Naejin!! How do you maintain yourself?!"
"Your skin—wow!"
"Do you have special prescriptions?"
"What about your diet?!"
"You HAVE to teach us!"
Hancock.
Robin.
Domino.
Kalifa.
Even Perona and Bonney couldn't resist—
All crowding around her.
Bombarding her with questions.
Leno?
Completely ignored.
Especially Hancock and Robin—
Among the older ones—
They needed this even more.
Leno looked at the scene—
Naejin surrounded like a queen.
His entire crew ignoring him.
And instead of being annoyed—
He was perfectly content.
He leaned back—
Found a comfortable position—
And resumed his "lazy cultivation."
…
While things settled on Leno's side—
Elsewhere on the sea—
The battle between the Whitebeard remnants and the Blackbeard Pirates…
Was still raging.
Completely deadlocked.
Both sides were fighting with bloodshot eyes.
Their strength was evenly matched.
Everyone had an opponent.
No one idle.
Marco transformed into a phoenix—
Claws and kicks relentlessly striking at Blackbeard.
Blackbeard countered—
With the Dark-Dark Fruit and solid close combat.
"Dark Vortex!"
Darkness swallowed Marco's flames—
Disrupting his movements.
"Black Water!"
Blackbeard seized an opening—
His hand cloaked in darkness—
Pulling Marco in!
Marco relied heavily on close combat—
Caught off guard—
He was dragged forward!
"Damn!"
He tried to break free—
Wings flaring—
But the moment contact was made—
His Phoenix powers—
Vanished.
The blue flames disappeared.
Without his regenerative fire—
His healing dropped sharply.
"Zehahaha! Got you, Marco!"
Blackbeard grinned viciously.
His other fist—
Coated in Armament Haki—
Slammed into Marco's chest!
"PUAH—!!"
Marco spat blood.
Bones cracked.
Pain exploded through his body.
Without instant regeneration—
That hit landed fully.
Unless he escaped immediately—
He couldn't recover.
"Marco!!"
"Damn you, Blackbeard!"
Jozu and Vista roared—
Eyes bloodshot—
Trying to rush over.
But Blackbeard's commanders held them back.
Marco's fruit gave him near-immortality.
A true tank.
But—
Blackbeard's Dark-Dark Fruit—
Hard countered all Devil Fruit users.
One touch—
And abilities were nullified.
For someone like Marco—
That was lethal.
The outcome of the commanders' battles—
Would decide everything.
And right now—
Marco was clearly more injured than Blackbeard.
If he fell—
The Whitebeard remnants would collapse.
"TEACH! DIE!!"
A diamond-coated figure slammed forward—
Jozu.
He crashed into Blackbeard—
Forcing him back—
And rescuing Marco.
Moments later—
With his flames reignited—
Marco's injuries began healing rapidly.
He was already recovering—
Back to fighting condition.
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