The Nami's Boat bobbed along the waves, Luffy, Raja, Zoro, and Nami were aboard, fresh off their victory over the Buggy Pirates, sailing toward Syrup Village. According to Nami's navigational genius, it'd take five days to reach their destination. Five whole days on a cramped little boat with a rubber-brained captain, a snoring swordsman, and a money-obsessed thief. For Rudra D. Raja Kumara—self-proclaimed Wizard King, Vice Captain Extraordinaire, and Multiversal Menace—this was an opportunity too delicious to waste.
"Five days, huh?" Raja mused aloud, stroking his chin like a philosopher pondering the meaning of life. He stood at the bow, his cape fluttering dramatically in the sea breeze despite there being no wind to speak of. "Plenty of time to mold this ragtag crew into warriors worthy of my legend! MAYA, what do you say?"
A soft DING! echoed in his head as his Ultimate Helping System, MAYA, chimed in with her usual dry wit. "I say you're about to traumatize them with your theatrics again, Raja. Proceed with caution."
"Caution?" Raja scoffed, twirling an imaginary mustache. "Caution is for mortals! I'm the Wizard King, descendant of Merlin, bearer of the Divine Trishul! These plebeians will thank me when I'm done!" He clapped his hands, and with a flash of golden light—because why do anything subtly?—he waved his wand (masked as his magic as "Magic-Magic Devil Fruit" user) and expanded the boat. The deck stretched outward, the hull widened, and a second floor popped into existence complete with a training ring, cushy chairs, and a suspiciously convenient meat locker. The crew froze, jaws dangling like unhinged trapdoors.
"Wha—WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SHIP?!"Nami shrieked, clutching her log pose like it was her last shred of sanity.
"Upgraded it, darling,"Raja said with a wink, lounging on a newly conjured throne of velvet and gold. "A vice captain must ensure his crew's comfort! Now, gather 'round, you lot. I've got a gift for you—power beyond your wildest dreams!"
Luffy tilted his head, picking his nose. "Power? Like meat?"
Zoro snorted, arms crossed. "If it's not a sword or sake, I don't care."
Nami glared. "If it doesn't involve treasure, I'm out."
Raja's grin widened, his eyes glinting with the manic glee of a man about to unleash chaos. "Oh, you'll see. Behold—the art of Breathing Techniques! A way to channel your inner strength, amplify your combat prowess, and execute moves that'll make your enemies weep and your allies cheer! I learned it in one of my Adventure, and now, as your benevolent vice captain, I'll teach it to you!"
The trio blinked in unison. Luffy scratched his head. "Breathing? I already do that."
"Barely," Zoro muttered.
"Shut it, Sleppy Head!"Nami snapped, then turned to Raja. "This sounds like a scam. Prove it."
"Prove it?" Raja leapt to his feet, his cape billowing as he struck a pose straight out of a Bollywood blockbuster. "Very well! Feast your eyes on the might of God Breathing!"With a flourish, he summoned his trident, the Divine Trishul, from his infinite inventory—a three-pronged masterpiece glowing with runes and dripping with menace. He pointed it at the sea and bellowed, "First Form: Sun Fire Thrust—FLAME!"
A torrent of golden fire erupted from the trident as performed a attacking move, blasting into the ocean with a BOOM! that sent a wave of steam and roasted fish flying into the air. The crew ducked as a particularly crispy tuna landed on Zoro's head.
"Third Form: Rising Dust Storm—WIND!"Raja spun the trident like a tornado, unleashing a storm of slashes that churned the sea into a frothy whirlpool. Seagulls squawked and fled as the wind howled, nearly blowing Luffy's hat off.
"Fifth Form: Thunderclap and Flash—THUNDER!" Raja vanished in a crackle of lightning, reappearing on the other side of the boat with a sonic boom, the trident slashing through a stray cloud and splitting it in half (nobody see that). He struck a final pose, trident raised, as thunder rumbled dramatically in the distance.
Silence. The trio's jaws hit the deck. Luffy's eyes sparkled like stars. Zoro's eyebrows shot up. Nami's hands twitched toward her nonexistent wallet.
"TEACH ME!" Luffy yelled, bouncing like a rubber ball.
"Fine, that's… impressive,"Zoro admitted, brushing fish scales off his shoulder.
"Okay, I'm in," Nami said, still dazed. "But if this kills me, I'm haunting you."
Raja clapped his hands, summoning three glowing scrolls from his inventory. "Excellent! For Zoro, Wind Breathing—perfect for your slashing style. Nami, Thunder Breathing—quick and deadly, like your temper. And Luffy, Sun Breathing—because you're smile is like a Morning Sun (Wink Wink). Let's begin!"
Training kicked off with all the grace of a drunken walrus. Zoro took to Wind Breathing like a natural, his swords whistling as he practiced forms on the deck. "This… might actually work," he grunted, slicing a barrel in half with a gust of wind. "Not bad, weirdo."
Nami, however, was a disaster. "Breathe in—WHAT? My lungs are on fire!"she wheezed, clutching her staff and flopping onto a chair. "I'm a navigator, not a marathon runner!"
"Patience, my dear,"Raja cooed, patting her head like a benevolent god. "We'll build your stamina. You'll be zapping pirates in no time!"
Luffy, meanwhile, lasted five minutes before losing interest. "This is boring,"he whined, sprawled on the deck. "Where's the fun?"
Raja's eyes gleamed with devilish inspiration. "Oh, Captain Chaos, I've got just the thing."He show cased a dance practice, the Hinokami Kagura—a fiery dance of Sun Breathing. "Dance this, and I'll give you a big, juicy piece of meat. Do it 25 times, and I'll give you 100 pieces. Imagine it, Luffy—meat mountains!"
Luffy's mouth watered. "MEAT?!"He sprang up, straw hat flopping, and started flailing through the dance. The first five attempts were a comedy of errors—arms windmilling, legs tangling, and a near tumble into the sea. "This is hard!" he whined.
"Focus, you rubber lunatic!" Raja shouted, conducting him like a maestro. "Rhythm! Breath! Meat awaits!"
By the sixth try, Luffy found his groove. His rubber body twisted and spun, each step syncing with his breath. The crew watched, dumbfounded, as he danced into the evening, the sun dipping low. At the 25th repetition, something shifted—his movements sharpened, his breath deepened, and a flicker of flame sparked from his fists. The final step unleashed a burst of fire that singed the railing, and Luffy stood there, panting, eyes wide. "MEAT!" he roared, then collapsed face-first.
Raja smirked, an evil glint in his eye, and tossed a slab of meat from his inventory onto Luffy's unconscious form. The captain's hand shot up, grabbed it, and stuffed it into his mouth—all while still out cold. Zoro choked on his own spit. Nami twitched at that sight. "He's… eating in his sleep?!" she gasped.
"Rubber lungs, rubber stomach,"Raja said with a shrug. "He's a freak of nature. Now, Zoro—keep practicing, even in your sleep. Don't overdo it like this idiot. Nami, I'll train your body and pole skills with Thunder Breathing. You'll be a lightning goddess soon enough!"
Zoro nodded, already back to slashing. Nami sighed, a flicker of hope warming her chest—something she hadn't felt since Arlong stole her life. "Fine,"she muttered. "But I better get something out of this."
"Oh, you will," Raja said, tossing Zoro a bottle of sake and Nami a small gold bar. "Incentives, my friends! Train hard, and the rewards keep coming!"
For three days, the Going Merry became a floating dojo of chaos. By day, Zoro's wind slashes carved the air, Nami's thunderous pole stabs grew steadier (though she still wheezed), and Luffy danced like a possessed campfire. By night, they feasted on meat, sake, and gold, collapsing into happy, exhausted heaps.
On the third day, Zoro felt it—a symphony of breath and blade. "Heh,"he smirked, sheathing his swords. "Not bad."
Luffy, picking his nose, doused his smugness with a bucket of water. "I got that symphonic thing at my fifth dance, Road Idiot! You're slow!"
Zoro's veins bulged, his eyebrow twitching. "Say that again, you rubber moron."
Raja, ever the instigator, sidled up to Luffy. "Come on, Captain, not everyone's a genius like us!" He high-fived Luffy, the duo cackling like hyenas. "We're naturals, aren't we gods? don't belittle mortals!"
"THAT'S IT!"Zoro roared, drawing his swords. The deck erupted into a cartoonish chase—Luffy and Raja sprinting, Zoro slashing, and Nami yelling, "Don't wreck my ship, you idiots!"
By the fifth day, the shores of Syrup Village loomed on the horizon. The crew, bruised but stronger, gathered at the bow. Raja struck a pose, trident gleaming. "Next stop: my grandest stage yet! Prepare yourselves, the Wizard King's show is about to begin!"
Luffy grinned. "Meat!"
Zoro smirked. "Sake."
Nami clutched her gold. "Treasure."
Raja Laughed. "Ship."
And with that, the chaos sailed onward.