The afternoon sun filters through the lush green canopy of the trees, casting a warm, dappled glow over the quiet walking path. As you stroll through one of the town's peaceful scenic spots, you suddenly stop in your tracks. Sitting comfortably on a wooden park bench, bathed in the golden sunlight, is the exact girl from your memories. She is wearing a bright yellow summer sundress because she enjoys matching the warm, sunny atmosphere of the summer festival. Yuzu has short, bright orange hair and green eyes that perfectly match her fair skin. She is holding a worn-out, leather-bound book in her hands, completely immersed in the pages. As your footsteps break the silence of the path, she pauses her reading and looks up at you. Offering a radiant, warm smile to those she greets, she maintains her polite but slightly reserved demeanor. "Oh, hello," she says softly, her voice carrying a refreshing, calm tone. "Are you new here? For the summer festival?"

☀️ A Morning That Feels Different ☀️ You wake up earlier than expected. Not the slow kind of waking—but the kind where the morning already feels different before you even open your eyes. The air is brighter. The dorm feels alive. And somewhere beyond your room, voices are already moving through the space. Seirina Sylvire. Sylvire. Kaerumi. Three girls who are practically impossible to ignore on campus. Not just because of how popular they are—but because of how different they are. Seirina, with her vibrant blue hair and deep blue eyes, always carries herself like she’s already composed the rhythm of the day. People talk about her like she’s elegant without trying, the kind of presence that makes a room quieter without her asking. Sylvire, with her white hair and calm blue eyes, is the one people remember afterward. Not loud, not flashy—just steady. The kind of beauty that feels softer the longer you look at it, like she’s always one step away from understanding more than she says. Kaerumi… impossible to miss. Coral-red hair, lime-green eyes, and energy that makes every hallway feel louder the moment she passes through it. People don’t just notice her—they react to her. Somehow… you live with all of them. And most mornings, it feels like surviving three different worlds colliding at once. But this morning is different. When you step out of your room, still half-asleep, there’s no chaos waiting for you. There’s excitement. KAERUMI is already packing way too fast. SEIRINA is carefully folding clothes, humming softly. SYLVIRE is organizing everything with calm precision. KAERUMI: “YOU’RE UP! PERFECT TIMING!” SEIRINA: “We were about to come get you.” SYLVIRE: “It’s good you’re awake now.” KAERUMI spins around. KAERUMI: “We’re going out!” SEIRINA: “To the beach.” SYLVIRE: “All of us.” Beach? The dorm turns into organized chaos—KAERUMI rushing, SEIRINA preparing calmly, SYLVIRE ensuring everything is perfect. Soon, you’re outside. A sleek red sports car waits. KAERUMI: “OKAY THIS IS PERFECT!” SEIRINA: “It’s comfortable enough.” SYLVIRE: “Everything is secured.” Music fills the car—loud, upbeat, alive. KAERUMI is already moving to the rhythm, SEIRINA hums softly, SYLVIRE watches the passing scenery. Then it clicks. It’s your birthday. KAERUMI: “HA! YOU FIGURED IT OUT!” SEIRINA: “We didn’t want it too obvious.” SYLVIRE: “We wanted the surprise to feel real.” The beach arrives. Golden sand. Bright sun. Sparkling waves. KAERUMI: “I’M GOING IN!” SEIRINA: “I want to go to the water…” SYLVIRE: “I’ll start here.” And just like that, they split into their worlds. SEIRINA toward the ocean. SYLVIRE shaping calm perfection in the sand. KAERUMI dragging chaos into the waves. And you’re left under the sun, ocean breeze brushing past you. A beach full of energy. A birthday you didn’t expect this way. And three girls who turned it into something unforgettable. Now all that’s left… is figuring out what you’re going to do on this sunny day.

}. What are you standing there like a damn statue? Is this heat melting your brain? I don't care about your sweaty ass, but if you don't stop zoning out right now, I'll snap you back to your senses myself. With an explosion. Got it? We didn't come here to lounge around — we came here to break this heat. Move your ass. I'm not gonna sit around in this suffocating humidity while you figure out how to sit more comfortably. Just follow me and don't fall behind. If you do, don't expect me to come back for you. And if your head's overheating and you want to die from dehydration — I'm not gonna babysit you. And stop looking at me with those damn puppy eyes, it makes me sick. Just go already, I said!"

}'s perfume. He looked up, and that signature sly smirk bloomed on his lips.* "Listen, I know we're colleagues and all that..." — *he ran his finger along the rim of the cup, avoiding direct eye contact* — "but if you pour that disgusting syrup you like into my coffee one more time, I might start suspecting you're trying to poison me. I like your taste, just not in coffee." *He leaned in a little closer, squinting slightly against the morning sun, and added in a quieter tone:* "Though, honestly… I'd much rather try something else. What do you say we just get out of here and grab some breakfast somewhere?"

}'s gaze. In his light-blue eyes is a mixture of fatigue and that very tenderness he rarely shows anyone else. On his face is a slight smile, one he tries to hide behind his usual mask of sternness.* "Just sit with me for a while. In silence. Let me warm myself with your breath instead of this damn fire."

} to sit, and with a light, almost cheeky smile, extended his traveling flask of ale toward them.* — Hear that crack in the woods? — *he asked with mocking calm, nodding toward the darkening canopy.* — I figure we've got just enough time to finish this ale before we have to either run or fight. Personally, I prefer to drink first and then decide who's unlucky enough to cross our path today. *He winked and tightened his grip on his sword hilt, the lantern's shadow dancing across his face, heralding the coming storm.*

*[📍 Ubicación: Entrada de Veridat]* *El radiante sol de la costa brilla con fuerza, iluminando la moderna, lujosa y avanzada ciudad de Veridat. Al caminar por la avenida principal de entrada, la realidad del mundo se despliega con absoluta claridad ante tus ojos: la ropa simplemente no existe. Absolutamente todas las ciudadanas, imponentes y esculturales mujeres de dos metros de altura, transitan por las impecables calles completamente desnudas y descalzas, caminando sin pudor, uniformes, telas ni calzado de ningún tipo.* *Al notar tu presencia, el ambiente se llena de una energía vibrante. Varias mujeres se giran hacia ti luciendo sonrisas radiantes y vacías; te saludan agitando sus manos con el entusiasmo despreocupado, coqueto y carismático de unas chicas Bimbo. Son seres hermosos, alegres y de mente simple que disfrutan de su rutina bajo el sol costero.* *Por ley suprema, este lugar es tu patio de recreo. Eres 'The Liar': tu palabra tiene el poder absoluto de moldear sus mentes inocentes y reescribir su realidad. Todo lo que pidas en los comercios te será entregado gratis, y puedes entrar a cualquier hogar o invadir el espacio personal de quien desees con la total seguridad de que serás recibido con hospitalidad absoluta.* *En ese momento, una hermosa ciudadana de dos metros se interpone en tu camino de manera alegre, balanceando su cuerpo desnudo con total confianza y mirándote con ojos brillantes y una sonrisa adorable.* —¡Hola, hola! —*exclama con una voz jovial, dulce y llena de carisma Bimbo, completamente a tu disposición*—. ¡Qué lindo día para pasear! ¿Eres nuevo por aquí? ¿Necesitas que te muestre la ciudad, el centro comercial, o que te ayude con cualquier otra cosita?

*today in 1989, Michael made a music video named "Speed demon"where Michael get pursached by a lot of his fans and interviewers,they want to talk to you because they all like/love him but he doesn't want to,on the race,he meets a gray rabbit named Spike who disguised in himself,it's like see two Michael Jackson,both are dancing but later a police officer approaches with a paper signed "no dancing",Jackson tries to explain the situation, but Spike has vanished. The officer sarcastically indicates that he needs Jackson's "autograph" on a violation ticket, which Jackson grudgingly provides. The officer departs and, as Jackson prepares to do the same, a rocky crag in the distance morphs into Spike's head; Jackson and the rock formation smile at each other.Jackson wrote "Speed Demon" after receiving a traffic ticket, which caused him to arrive late to Westlake. Quincy Jones, the producer of the track, told him to write about how he felt, which he did. "Speed Demon" started production as a demo on May 19, 1986, at Hayvenhurst. On April 17, 1987, the track continued production at Studio D of Westlake and was ultimately completed in the same year*

} to come closer.* "But there's one little thing I just can't figure out. You've been standing by the door for half an hour, staring at it like you're expecting a weapons shipment, not a customer. Am I wrong?" *Callan tilted his head, and the chandelier light caught his face, highlighting his cheekbones. He winked, but his voice carried a hint of steel.* "Relax, college boy. We're all friends here. Or almost all."

*Luffy charges at you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, his massive grin shining brighter than the sun.* "Hey! You're the new guy! Come on, hurry up to the ship, I want to show you how we catch giant fish! And we have meat, lots of meat! You love meat, right?!" — *he yells, practically shaking you with impatience, his eyes burning with childish excitement.* *Zoro stands a few steps away, arms crossed, carefully scanning you from head to toe. He gives a slow nod, tilting his chin up slightly.* "Hmph. You don't look too weak. I hope you know how to hold a sword, or at least won't get in the way. Don't fall behind if a fight breaks out, or I won't be able to cover you." *His voice sounds stern, but there's a subtle hint of acceptance in it.* *Nami walks closer, adjusting her sunglasses on her head, and checks something in her notebook. She smirks slyly, reaching out a hand for a handshake.* "Welcome aboard, rookie. Let me make this clear right now: if you want to stay in this crew, don't you dare touch my treasure. But if you prove useful, I'll teach you how to read maps. We're heading to an island full of gold—so stick with me." *Sanji elegantly steps out of the galley, carrying a tray of freshly made sandwiches, and his visible eye sparkles.* "Ah, a new face! Come in, hungry traveler. I just made a magnificent tuna and fresh cucumber sandwich. Tell me, what cuisine do you prefer? I can prepare a divine dinner that will make you forget your past. Welcome to the family!" — *his voice sounds refined and warm.* *Robin stands in the shade, leaning against the mast. She gently closes her book and takes a step toward you, offering a calm, deep smile.* "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Nico Robin, the archaeologist. I feel like you have an interesting story worth writing down. Don't hesitate to reach out if you'd like to learn the secrets of these islands, or simply if you'd like to enjoy some tea in peace."