Dawn stretched golden fingers across the sky, brushing away the last remnants of night. The village rested in a gentle hush beneath a soft morning mist, the echoes of last night's celebration still lingering in the air like the sweet scent of flowers after rain.
Lanterns swung lazily in the breeze, their once-bright glow now reduced to a sleepy flicker, like fireflies drifting toward dreams. Tables stood in disarray—plates licked clean, mugs toppled over, crumbs strewn like confetti. Streamers sagged from some trees, heavy with dew and the weight of joy.
Bodies lay scattered like flower petals after a strong wind. Villagers snored beneath benches, draped over barrels, some cuddling wine bottles like long-lost lovers. A dog slept with its head on an elder's belly, both snoring in sync.
By the embers of a dying bonfire, the Straw Hats were no exception.
Usopp was cocooned in a party banner like a brave mummy. Zoro slept on his back, swords still secured, snoring like a storm. Luffy had passed out face-first into a platter of bones and crumbs, drooling with the same passion he fought with. Sanji sat mid-smoke, hat tipped low, muttering sweet nothings to "legs of heaven."
Above them all, Lyra floated peacefully on her magical pillow, wings wrapped around her like a downy quilt. The morning sun painted her serene face in gold.
But peace never lasted long in her orbit.
She stirred, frowning. Something tugged at her pillow—slow, deliberate. Whispers reached her ears.
"…That floating pillow… Nobles would pay millions…"
"I might even get 100 million for it…"
Her eyes flew open.
Startled, Lyra looked down—her pillow was descending. She curled her wings protectively, only to meet the wide, guilty eyes of none other than—
"Nami?"
Lyra glanced from Nami's hand gripping her pillow to the other holding a dusty replacement, then back to her face.
They stared.
Lyra smiled sweetly. That same serene, unnerving smile she'd once given Sanji.
Nami twitched. Years of thievery had honed her danger sense—and right now, it was blaring.
She released the pillow like it burned, stepped back with a forced grin, and tilted her head.
"Morning, Lyra! Beautiful day, huh? Friday, right?"
Lyra sat up slowly, her voice turned cold.
"Spirit Spear Chastiefol: Second Form… Guardian."
A towering teddy bear materialized behind her with a low rumble.
"You wouldn't hit a girl, right?!" Nami backed away frantically.
Lyra's smile sharpened.Her idol, a hero in a green jumpsuit came to her mind at this moment a man who dared even punch an entitled goddess .She puffed up her cheeks and shouted "FOR GENDER EQUALITY."
The bear's fist sent Nami flying into a nearby pond with a splash.
Satisfied, Lyra hovered up, surveying the slumbering village.
A wicked smirk danced on her lips.
Her gaze fell on the damp forest floor—and then the sleeping faces all around her. Mischief twinkled in her eyes.
She channeled her inner Jigglypuff.
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Fifteen Minutes Later…
"Ugh…" Nami dragged herself out of the water, coughing and soaked. As her vision cleared, her eyes widened in horror.
The village was beginning to stir.
Luffy sat up yawning—his face adorned with comically thick eyebrows drawn in mud, a goatee on his chin, and two red circles on his cheeks.
Usopp had "LOL" scrawled across his forehead. Zoro had cat whiskers and panda eyes. One villager bore a masterpiece: angel wings, devil horns, and the kanji for "loser."
Laughter exploded across the square. Luffy laughed the hardest—pointing at Zoro.
"Pwahaha! You look like a panda-cat!"
Unaware, of course, that he looked like a Pikachu cosplaying Might Guy.
Lyra hovered above the scene, admiring her work with a proud nod—like a true connoisseur.
But as the laughter faded, a silence spread. Villagers and pirates alike began backing away slowly, eyes wide with… fear?
Confused, Lyra turned around, expecting some monstrous beast.
Nothing but the beach.
She tilted her head, puzzled.
Then she followed their gaze—to her hand.
Specifically, to the half-full bottle of wine she still held.
Luffy gave a solemn nod.
Zoro stood, sword between his teeth, and whispered, "Three-Sword Style… 3000 Worlds."
Before Lyra could blink, he dashed forward, slicing the cup into a thousand shards.
Wine splashed to the ground. The crowd collectively sighed in relief.
Lyra puffed out her cheeks. "What was that for?"
Zoro looked at her like she'd grown another head. "Do you not remember what happened after your performance and Luffy's invitation?"
He pointed toward the forest.
Lyra turned.
Her jaw dropped—anime style—straight to the floor.
The once-beautiful woods were now a battlefield. Trees uprooted, holes gouged into the earth, entire sections flattened.
Lyra began to panic.
"Great Sage… what happened?!"
(•Sigh… Lyra. After the performance, you challenged the entire village to a drinking contest using the well water… It's better if I just show you.•)
A shimmering screen appeared in front of her.
There she was: sitting atop a throne of unconscious villagers, slurring through hiccups.
"Pshhht. Noobs… you think you can beat me? Hehehe… You're not even worthy of picking up my… hic… shoos…"
Zoro was the only one still standing, arms crossed in utter disbelief.
From the crowd, Nami stumbled forward, jaw slack.
Lyra stood atop the "fallen," dancing with drunken flair.
"That's enough!" Nami cried, trying to drag her off.
Lyra turned, her expression dead serious.
"Young kunoichi… do you wish to dance as well?"
She struck a Madara-like pose—one hand behind her back, the other beckoning forward.
A tic mark pulsed on Nami's forehead.
Lyra frowned cutely and muttered,
"Young kunoichi… I shall show you a glimpse of true power…"
"Spirit Spear Chastiefol—Fifth Form… Increase!"
The pillow beside her transformed into thousands of tiny spears.
She pointed toward the forest.
"SENJU HASHIRAMA! YOUR WOOD STYLE IS NOTHING IN THE FACE OF TRUE POWER!"
With a dramatic wave, she unleashed the barrage.
The crowd's jaws dropped as thousands of spears obliterated the forest.
Nami, thinking fast, frisbee-tossed a Chastifoll which had turned back into a pillow.
The moment it touched her—poof—she passed out mid-air.
The crowd exhaled in unison. Nami got a thumbs-up from everyone.
The shimmering screen closed.
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Lyra, bright red and sweating bullets, looked from the devastated forest to the crowd. She dropped to her knees with her head dropped low.
"I… I didn't mean to go that far," she said, barely above a whisper. "I just wanted everyone to have fun… to laugh, to remember the music and the joy. But instead, I caused chaos. I hurt the place you call home." She looked up, eyes glassy. "I'm truly sorry. I swear—no more drinking. Ever."
A heavy silence followed.
Then—
Luffy burst into laughter.
"Bwahahaha! That was awesome! You were like—pew pew pew!" He mimed tossing spears with dramatic flair.
Usopp joined in, "You wiped out the forest! We should've sold tickets!"
Zoro grunted, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. "Just don't drink again."
Sanji lit a fresh cigarette, chuckling. "You're lucky you're cute, songbird."
Nami sighed, crossing her arms. "As long as you help clean up the forest, I'll forgive you. Barely."
Then a villager—his face still painted with mud—stepped forward, smiling. "Honestly… that was the most fun we've had in years. Who else can say they were defeated by a drunken fairy queen?"
The crowd erupted in laughter, raising their hands in mock surrender.
Lyra blinked, then slowly smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "Of course—who wouldn't forgive someone as kind and beautiful as me?"
Splat.
A clump of mud smacked her square in the face. She wiped her eyes just in time to see a small tiger-faced child giggling triumphantly.
Behind him stood an army of kids, their hands full of muddy ammunition.
Lyra sighed, wings drooping. "Ah… karma."
And then she bolted.
Laughter erupted as children—and Luffy—took off after her in wild pursuit.
The village square buzzed with joy as the cleanup began, music and warmth still hanging in the air like morning mist. Lyra glanced back once more, catching sight of the smiles lighting every face—brighter than the rising sun.
She pressed a hand to her heart, eyes soft.
"Thanks, goddess," she whispered.