With Tesoro's death, New Fish-Man Island descended into chaos.
Gambling chips were scattered across the casino floor, the opera house doors stood wide open with the performers long gone, and the shelves in the shopping center were still lined with a dazzling array of goods, but not a single salesperson was in sight.
A strange, eerie silence hung in the air.
Under normal circumstances, these pirates would absolutely be starting a 'zero-dollar shopping spree' like those in Makoto's previous life.
But soon, as news of Makoto and his group spread across the island, the many pirates there for entertainment, and even some Marine personnel, while fleeing quickly, didn't dare take advantage of the chaos to loot.
After all, no one wanted to suffer the same fate as Imu did forty years prior.
Thus, the foundation that Tesoro had built over ten years of management became the spoils of war for Makoto and his group.
Although the earlier battle had damaged many areas, the destruction was mostly concentrated around the harbor.
The prosperous areas further in, such as the hotels, shopping plazas, amusement parks, and auction houses, remained relatively intact.
Komachi stood in the central plaza, looking around, and couldn't help but marvel: "This place... Dressrosa can't compare at all."
"It's the world's richest man's territory, after all."
Uesugi Raiha nodded, her eyes sparkling.
"Can we just play as we like?"
"Of course."
Makoto smiled.
Receiving Makoto's confirmation…
The girls cheered and scattered in all directions.
For Makoto's wives like Utaha, they certainly didn't lack any of these things.
But seeing the rows of high-end clothing boutiques lining the streets triggered their DNA. Their eyes lit up, and they charged inside.
Exquisite silks, supple leathers, dazzling jewelry all shimmered invitingly under the lights.
When the girls emerged from the boutiques, they looked completely transformed.
Since Fish-Man Island was now populated only by Makoto's group, their outfits were significantly bolder than before.
Megumi had changed into a black camisole mini-dress, revealing her fair, delicate shoulders and long, slender legs.
Utaha wore a deep purple high-slit gown, paired with her ever-present sheer black stockings. With every step, she flashed her thighs, looking so sexy it was hard to look away.
Airi and Marina wore matching but differently colored sister outfits, walking arm in arm.
The Nakano quintuplets were even more striking, the five of them wearing the same style of dress in five different colors, standing together like a rainbow, though sadly, no one was left to appreciate it.
While the girls played here with wild abandon, Makoto went to a coffee shop with a classical atmosphere.
Behind the bar was a wall of liquor cabinets filled with various expensive wines.
After finding a seat, Makoto contacted Neptune.
"Makoto-sama!"
Neptune's voice came through the Den Den Mushi with a hint of excitement.
"Your orders?"
"In Fish-Man Island, Tesoro is dead. His industries are mine now."
Makoto said calmly.
"You can send some of the fish-men back here to live."
After all, the fish-man race had been living in the New Amazon Lily for nearly thirty years. Their population had exploded during that time, and they were starting to crowd the place.
Conveniently, Tesoro, that sucker, had developed Fish-Man Island so well. It would be a waste not to use it.
"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"
Neptune's voice was filled with barely contained excitement.
"Speaking of which, Commander, if you don't mind, could you take Shirahoshi with you?"
"Shirahoshi?"
Makoto raised an eyebrow.
A few days before they set sail, Neptune had also wanted the then-thirteen-year-old Shirahoshi to go with Makoto.
But the problem was Shirahoshi's immense size... Perfume Yuda simply couldn't accommodate her.
Now that Makoto was about to rendezvous with Yu and the others and get Otherworlder-Go back, Shirahoshi could come along.
Makoto recalled the timid little mermaid princess he had met in the New Amazon Lily who was too shy to speak to him.
Although due to his intervention, Princess Shirahoshi in this life still had both parents, her personality was still somewhat socially anxious.
After greeting him, she immediately hid behind Queen Otohime, even though her enormous frame couldn't be hidden by Otohime's small stature.
"No hurry."
Makoto said.
A thirteen-year-old girl, nice to look at but not for tasting. Bringing her along didn't have much meaning.
"Yes! Yes!"
Neptune nodded repeatedly.
However, thinking back, calling Shirahoshi a 'little mermaid princess' wasn't quite right either.
The word 'little' referred only to her age, not her size.
In the original work, the sixteen-year-old Shirahoshi was nearly twelve meters long. Standing next to the Straw Hats' Thousand Sunny, she made the ship look small.
Makoto felt that when he later went to the Naruto World, he absolutely needed to get the Akimichi Clan's Multi-Size Technique, otherwise, it would be a huge waste.
Suddenly, Makoto remembered something.
He beckoned to Baccarat, who was standing not far away.
Baccarat, once Tesoro's trusted subordinate, quickly stepped forward, bent low, and asked respectfully, "Commander, your orders?"
When she had seen Ai extract the Devil Fruit from her former boss, Baccarat was terrified half to death.
The silver lining was that Makoto and his women were not interested in her Luck-Luck Fruit.
Baccarat immediately expressed her willingness to pledge allegiance to Makoto.
Coincidentally, Makoto needed someone familiar with New Fish-Man Island to manage the place, so he spared Baccarat's life.
"Get me paper and a pen."
Makoto said.
Baccarat quickly brought paper and a pen from behind the bar and placed them respectfully before Makoto.
Makoto took the pen and began to draw and write on the paper.
A short while later, several graceful figures walked in through the door.
The MILFs Team had returned.
Yukiko walked in front, having changed into an expensive burgundy gown, revealing her fair skin and delicate collarbones.
The form-fitting design of the dress perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure.
She walked up to Makoto and struck a pose, sticking out her chest.
"Makoto, how do I look?"
Makoto looked up at her.
Time had indeed left its mark on her.
Fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and although her skin was well-maintained, compared to twenty years ago, it ultimately had lost some elasticity.
For someone like Yukiko, whose appeal lay in her 'youthful girl sense', this was quite damaging.
Compared to Yukiko, her best friend Eri was the type who 'gained more charm with age'.
A black hoodie, paired with jeans and high heels, exuded an intellectual and scholarly aura.
Her hair was pinned up at the back, revealing her white neck, with a few stray strands hanging near her ears, appearing languid and elegant.
Makoto glanced appreciatively at the MILFs Team.
"Alright. You'll be sharing my bed tonight."
Usually, Makoto had morning exercises with the MILFs Team. The evening was reserved for the Younger Women Team.
But there were too many fun things to do in New Fish-Man Island. The younger ladies were probably too busy playing to have much time for romance with Makoto.
So tonight, he would enjoy a rare evening with the MILFs Team.
Immediately, the MILFs' faces flushed slightly.
And the two members of the MILFs Team who had not yet officially joined the Nishikawa household, Mrs. Yuigahama and Nakiri Mana, suddenly felt left out.
"Yoshino, join us."
Mrs. Yukinoshita called out to Mrs. Yuigahama by her name, inviting her.
Because Mrs. Yukinoshita had recognized Yui as her goddaughter in the real world, the two mothers had a very good relationship.
Mrs. Yuigahama's face turned red, and she waved her hands repeatedly.
"Th-this... how can I? Yui is..."
She hesitated to speak.
Her own daughter, Yui, was one of Makoto's women. How could she...
Hearing Mrs. Yuigahama's words, Kayoko, Nao, Sayuri and Leonora all had strange expressions.
"What's wrong with it?"
Kayoko said very calmly.
"I've been with both Airi and Marina together."
Hearing this, Mrs. Yuigahama's face grew even redder.