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The floating island hovered thousands of feet above the sea.

Though vast in size, compared to the entire East Blue, it was relatively small.

Finding it was no easy task.

Kairos Flint looked up at the sky, visibly frustrated.

How was he supposed to locate it in such a wide, open ocean?

"You still haven't found it?" Nami strolled over, curious.

"Why don't you do something?" Kairos replied dryly.

"Haha... Alright, alright. Just keep working hard and I'll warm your bed tonight," Nami chuckled awkwardly and ran off before he could respond.

Kairos shook his head and sighed.

Just as he was racking his brain over how to locate the floating island, Robin walked over.

"Captain, you look troubled. Need some help?" she asked calmly.

"I doubt you'll have a solution for something like this," Kairos replied with a bitter smile.

Unless the island made itself known, finding it was nearly impossible with his current means.

Robin stepped toward the bow of the ship, her gaze fixed on the sky. Her expression turned thoughtful.

Of everyone on the ship, she undoubtedly had the highest intellect.

After a long moment of silence, a slight smile crept onto her face.

"Captain, I might have a good idea," she said.

Kairos, bored and half-lost in thought, was instantly intrigued.

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Robin didn't disappoint.

"During this past month, I've been reading up on the former captain of the Flying Pirates—Golden Lion Shiki. The man had immense strength and an ego to match."

"He believed he was destined to become the Pirate King. Even while living in the skies, he never stopped dreaming of domination."

"But a pirate like him wouldn't just sit idle in the clouds, right? Judging by his past failures, it's clear he's planning something huge," Robin explained.

Kairos gave her an impressed thumbs-up.

He hadn't expected Robin to deduce so much from the limited information about the Flying Pirates.

"Dead on. That guy is indeed preparing something massive—and dangerous," Kairos said with admiration in his voice. He didn't bother explaining how he knew so much about Shiki's plans.

They were his crew, his women—none of them would question his words or betray his trust.

Robin's eyes sparkled with curiosity, but she only smiled.

A pirate who had vanished for over twenty years... and Kairos still knew his movements? Truly mysterious.

With his abilities, he could easily aim for the title of Pirate King.

It almost seemed like a waste for someone of his talents to have been a pirate hunter.

"Robin, you really thought of something good?" Nami came over, still munching on biscuits. Her curiosity had clearly gotten the better of her.

Robin smiled and said, "Yes—very simple, actually. Just resurrect the Pirate King."

Nami choked.

The biscuits fell from her hands in shock.

"Resurrect... Roger? The Pirate King?" she gasped.

Kairos narrowed his eyes slightly, an unreadable smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you joking? Gol D. Roger's been dead for years. There's no bringing him back," Nami said skeptically.

"Of course not," Robin answered. "But if we fabricate the story—if we spread a rumor that he's still alive—it might just work."

Nami's eyes widened again, but this time with realization.

Robin's plan was brilliant.

As she said—fabricating a legend could stir the entire world.

Just then, Uta and Perona came up from below deck, laughing like old friends.

Spotting the others deep in conversation, they walked over with curiosity.

"What are you guys talking about?" Perona asked, floating up and clinging to Kairos's arm. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue.

"I heard Nami freaking out just now."

"Robin, you explain it," Kairos said, slumping back in a beach chair with Perona in his arms.

Robin patiently explained the current situation, Kairos's frustration, and her proposed solution.

By the time she finished, everyone was impressed.

"But how do we spread the rumor that Roger is still alive?" Uta tilted her head, resting it gently on Kairos's shoulder. "That seems kind of tricky."

Robin turned toward Kairos.

"Captain, any suggestions?"

"Don't look at me. It was your idea—you figure out how to make it work," Kairos said with a shrug.

He had been making all the strategic calls since they entered the Grand Line, coming from the East Blue.

Nami and the others mostly followed his lead, only stepping up during battles.

So now that Robin was showing signs of a brilliant tactical mind, Kairos didn't mind letting her take charge.

He was even starting to think about grooming her into his crew's chief strategist.

Of course, part of this was just to pass the time—Kairos's ambition was to dominate the world. Who could stand in his way?

Robin wasn't aware of Kairos's thoughts, but she could sense that he saw potential in her.

It gave her a sense of pride and responsibility.

"Coming up with a foolproof plan... It's not easy to 'resurrect' the Pirate King," Robin mused. "If someone could impersonate him, maybe. But who?"

Perona, still clinging to Kairos's arm, frowned in thought.

But sometimes, inspiration comes from the most unlikely places.

Uta muttered to herself, "The perfect strategy... impersonation... Of course. I got it!"

She suddenly jumped up, completely ignoring her disheveled clothes.

"You thought of something?" Nami asked, startled. "Wait... don't tell me you're going to play the role?"