Have you ever considered what you would do if some of your favorite anime characters stood right in front of you?
Well… that was exactly the situation Lyra found herself in.
Below her, lying unconscious, was a certain moss-headed swordsman. Charging toward her was a boy wearing a straw hat—but unlike how she'd imagined him in countless fan theories and memes, he looked… pissed.
To be fair, he had every right. Lyra was currently sitting on Zoro's back, using him as a glorified beach chair.
But when Luffy's eyes locked with hers, Lyra panicked. Her brain short-circuited, and the only words she could muster were:
"THIS IS THE ANIMAL RIGHTS ASSOCIATION! WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR BEATING UP THAT SHARK?"
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Flashback: Five Minutes Earlier
Lyra had been skipping along the beach, humming to herself and admiring the ocean breeze. The waves lapped gently at the shore, palm trees swayed overhead, and everything smelled like sun, salt, and new beginnings.
Then—BOOM.
A distant explosion echoed from inland.
Naturally, she assumed it was a deserted island. That made sense, right? She had woken up alone, and clearly, a goddess-tier beauty like her would've drawn attention otherwise.
(•Host, while you slept, three people walked right past you and completely ignored you.•)
"...Okay, first of all, they were clearly too socially anxious to talk to someone as beautiful as me," Lyra said, arms crossed and nodding as if she'd solved the world's greatest mystery. "Great Sage, I'm pretty sure I could moonlight as Sherlock Holmes."
(•Host, I can confirm that•)
"QUIET, GREAT SAGE!" she barked. "Anyway, explosions mean drama. And drama means fame. I may be immortal now, so what do I care if I get caught in the crossfire? Speaking of which—how do I use Fairy Wings?"
(•Think hard about the skill you want to use, and it will activate.•)
Lyra closed her eyes and concentrated—and with a flutter of magic, translucent black-and-pink butterfly wings unfurled from her back. They shimmered under the sunlight like stained glass.
"Yo, this is so cool—wait, how do I actually fly with these!?"
Cue: several failed liftoffs, a full-face dive into the sand, and a generous helping of grit in her teeth.
But eventually, with Great Sage coaching her like a bored flight instructor, Lyra took to the skies—wobbling at first, but gradually finding her rhythm.
"Up, up, and away!" she cried gleefully, soaring toward the sound of chaos.
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As she neared the epicenter, the scenery shifted dramatically. What once was a peaceful park was now a warzone. Shattered pavilions, flaming debris, and cracked tiles littered the area like an apocalyptic version of Disneyland.
In the middle of it all, she saw the battle raging—Arlong's crew versus what could only be the Straw Hats. Zoro clashing swords, Nami fighting with tears in her eyes, Usopp hiding behind a pillar—everything was exactly as she remembered from the anime.
She hovered above the red pavilion, peering down with wide eyes.
"…Damn. This is more intense than a final boss raid. Great Sage—popcorn, please."
>(•Host, you don't have the Snack Summoning skill unlocked yet.•)
"Okay, but like… spiritual popcorn? Ether corn? Emotional popcorn?!"
(•Please focus, Host.•)
Lyra pouted, folding her arms and squinting down at the action below. That's when a voice rang out that froze her blood.
"GOMU GOMU NO… TOMOHAWK!"
Her pupils shrank. Her brain caught up.
"Oh no."
Because she remembered exactly what that move did—it launched Luffy's legs skyward before bringing them down with earth-shattering force.
She slowly looked down.
She was directly above the red pavilion.
"Oh, come on—"
WHAM!
The rubbery foot collided with her chest like a battering ram, sending her spinning through the air like a human frisbee. Pain exploded through her ribcage.
"WHY DOES IT HURT MORE WHEN YOU'RE IMMORTAL?!" she shrieked.
The blow knocked the wind out of her and disrupted her concentration. Her wings vanished with a puff, and she plummeted like a glittering meteor, face-first.
As she fell, she caught glimpses of Zoro slicing down Hachi, Arlong getting buried into the floor by Luffy, and Usopp... still hiding.
And then—impact.
Unfortunately for Zoro, he made a perfectly moss-colored landing pad.
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Flashback Ends
Luffy and Lyra stared at each other in awkward silence.
Then, out of nowhere, a suited man with a cigarette and disgustingly perfect eyebrows kicked Luffy into a tree.
"LUFFY, YOU BASTARD!" the man roared. "You got to touch such a perfect woman's chest—I mean, how dare you kick such a stunning beauty?! You've committed an unforgivable sin!"
"Shishishi—Sanji! I didn't know someone was flying above us!" Luffy laughed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "And how was I supposed to know people can fly now?"
Sanji wasn't having it. The verbal beatdown commenced. Meanwhile, Lyra sat upright, wincing.
"…Ow."
A soft cough drew her attention.
"Do you mind getting off me?" Zoro muttered from beneath her, voice dry. "Preferably now."
Lyra quickly stood and bowed. "Apologies! Your captain broke my wings, and you were a very supportive cushion."
Luffy walked up, laughing. "Sorry about that. Guess it was my bad."
She squinted at him, unsure whether the apology was sincere or just a desperate attempt to avoid Sanji's wrath again.
Sanji stepped forward dramatically, smoothing his tie. "Mademoiselle… I am deeply sorry for my captain's rudeness. But may I ask a question?"
Lyra tilted her head. "Yes?"
He placed a hand on his chest, eyes twinkling.
"Did you fall from heaven? Because only a god could create an angel as perfect as—"
"Spirit Spear Chastifol: Second Form—Guardian."
Before he could finish, Lyra summoned her glowing spear. It transformed into a giant plush bear, which promptly punched Sanji into the park's ruined pool.
"Do you two know that pervert?" she asked Luffy and Zoro with a serene smile.
They both backed up like there were facing a demon
"N-Nope. Never met him in my life."
"Who?"
Satisfied, Lyra snapped her fingers, and the spear shifted into a floating pillow. She flopped onto it like royalty.
"Mmm… now this is luxury."
Her eyelids began to droop.
But just before she could nap, a familiar voice cut through the air:
"Oi! Why is there a flying pillow? And why is Sanji unconscious in the fish tank?"
A certain busty, orange-haired woman had entered the scene.