One Piece: Getting Stronger by Writing a Diary

"What... what is this?!"

"Her appearance—what's going on?!"

Zoro's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the scene before him.

"That's the power of a god who commands lightning," Kaya explained with awe.

"It's also the power of a god who has honed their martial skills to the pinnacle."

Even Kaya couldn't help but feel that the character template Nami had received was far stronger than her own.

Of course, Kaya didn't feel jealous about this. For her, Tsunade's template, with its exceptional medical skills, was exactly what she needed the most.

"A god of lightning?!"

"A god who has refined their martial skills to the extreme?"

"When she fought me earlier, she wasn't even using her full strength?"

Zoro muttered, frowning deeply.

"Isn't that obvious? While Captain Arton does see potential in you, you're still far from being at her level," Carina said with a smirk, crossing her arms.

"Work hard, Roronoa Zoro."

"I will," Zoro nodded slightly, clenching his fists tightly.

Meanwhile, Luffy, Usopp, Jango, and Sanji were all frozen in place, completely stunned by what they were witnessing.

It was only after a long while that they snapped back to reality.

"Nami-san is… this powerful?" Sanji murmured.

In that moment, he realized he had no right to question Arton's decision to allow Nami to face Mihawk.

"This is incredible—lightning?!"

"Did she eat some kind of Devil Fruit?" Luffy asked aloud, looking at Uta, who was perched on Arton's shoulders.

Just as he was about to approach her with questions, both Jango and Usopp grabbed Luffy by the arms, straining to hold him back so he wouldn't disturb Arton and Uta.

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Meanwhile, on Mihawk's side.

"Interesting. Your power has increased significantly," Mihawk remarked, his tone carrying a trace of intrigue.

"The aura of a warrior, especially the aura of swordsmanship, has grown much stronger," Mihawk said as he studied Nami.

"But this power doesn't seem to be your own."

"This transformation… could it be that you ate some kind of Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit?"

"Or is your power, like that of the girl over there with her mysterious healing techniques, derived from some other mysterious source?"

Mihawk's gaze scrutinized Nami as he spoke, his curiosity evident.

Nami's eyes were calm and composed as she replied softly:

"Unnecessary words are not needed, Dracule Mihawk."

"Let's begin."

Hearing this, Mihawk smiled and nodded.

"Indeed. I'm eager to witness the blade of someone with such an aura."

"Draw your weapon, Nami, and let me see your swordsmanship."

Mihawk's gaze flickered toward the Musou Isshin standing beside Nami.

The weapon now exuded an even more divine presence compared to when Nami had used it against Zoro earlier.

Even before their blades met, Mihawk had already acknowledged its power.

In his heart, he knew that even his own black blade, Yoru, could not compare to the Musou Isshin.

Of course, that assessment was of Yoru as an ordinary black blade. In Mihawk's hands, it was undoubtedly the strongest sword.

Nami nodded slightly. With a subtle wave of her right hand, the Musou Isshin, planted in the deck, transformed into a streak of lightning and appeared in her grasp.

In the blink of an eye, Nami closed the distance, appearing right in front of Mihawk.

The Musou Isshin became a shadow of thunder and lightning, swiftly engulfing Mihawk.

Clang, clang, clang!

For a moment, countless metallic clashes rang out across the Baratie.

Zoro, watching everything unfold, clenched his teeth tightly.

"As expected, I'm no match for her," he muttered.

"If she had used this power earlier…"

"I would have been defeated in an instant."

"In that case, do I even have the qualifications to challenge Arton?"

Zoro murmured to himself as he looked toward Arton, feeling an inexplicable sense of frustration.

As a swordsman, he naturally longed to witness the fabled Unlimited Blade Works described in the newspapers.

If Zoro couldn't even defeat the swordsman by Arton's side, how could he hope to witness Arton's Unlimited Blade Works?

"What's wrong? Planning to give up on your dream of becoming the world's greatest swordsman, Mosshead?" Sanji said, glancing at Zoro.

"Hmph, never!" Zoro retorted.

"I've sworn—I'll never lose again."

"Whether it's Nami, Arton, or Mihawk…"

"I won't lose to any of them."

These words were spoken through gritted teeth, his determination palpable.

"Is that so? Then you'd better put in the effort," Sanji replied, turning his gaze back to where Nami was fighting.

At this moment, Nami's movements had become too fast for Sanji to even follow, leaving him with a complex feeling in his heart.

If his strength wasn't even enough to surpass that of a lady, how could he claim to protect one?

Clenching his fists tightly at the thought, Sanji resolved to become stronger.

"It seems it's time for Sanji to set out to sea," Zeff remarked, noticing Sanji's reaction. With a sigh, he began walking toward Luffy.

While he couldn't allow Sanji to join Arton's crew, he wouldn't let him miss the chance to board Luffy's ship.

In Zeff's eyes, a pirate ship with someone like Luffy and Zoro aboard was the perfect place for Sanji to fulfill his potential as a chef.