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UTBW: Ch. 36
🕑 Added 2025-04-23 17:25:17 +0000 UTCIn a separate guest room, Junichi sensed a shift in the atmosphere and glanced toward the door. His Observation Haki detected a familiar presence approaching.
"Gion?" The familiar aura made him raise an eyebrow curiously. What could she want at this late hour?
"Are you still awake?" While he was pondering, Gion had already reached his door and knocked softly.
"I am." Junichi responded after a moment's consideration, curious to discover her intentions. If she was here for more sword technique discussions, he'd decline. His expertise wasn't offered freely. If she wasn't willing to provide something in return, she shouldn't expect to learn more from him.
"Excuse the intrusion." Gion entered gracefully, closing the door behind her with a careful movement. She seemed concerned about being seen.
"Oh?" Junichi's eyes brightened with interest as he took in her appearance. She wore a black dress that fell to mid-thigh, the hemline revealing her "absolute territory," that tantalizing space between stocking and skirt. Her legs were striking, perfectly proportioned calves, and shapely thighs.
She appeared to have recently bathed. Her hair carried a slight dampness, fragrant with shampoo and body wash, mixed with a subtle aroma that made her even more captivating.
She even applied perfume? Junichi noted with surprise.
"Couldn't sleep, thought we might talk?" Gion smiled as she sat down, crossing those long legs directly in front of him. Close enough that he could almost feel their presence.
Junichi glanced briefly at her legs before meeting her eyes. He noticed something intriguing. It was the hint of shyness in her gaze, a subtle avoidance of direct eye contact.
With his experience with women, he recognized a familiar dynamic. She wanted something from him, and was using her feminine charms as leverage.
Interesting... Realizing this, a slight smile played across his lips. This was an unexpected development since arriving in the One Piece world.
But was Gion truly aware of the signals she was sending? Perhaps not consciously. But she had willingly entered his private quarters late at night, elegantly dressed. Whatever happened next wouldn't be entirely one-sided.
"I'd enjoy that," he replied with a measured nod.
"Shall we continue our discussion from this afternoon?" Gion asked tentatively.
"By all means." Junichi agreed readily, watching her with calm interest.
Gion's eyes brightened at his response, perhaps misinterpreting his willingness. He was young, after all. She believed her effort in appearance had affected him, that his earlier refusal to share knowledge had merely been a front.
With this thought, her confidence visibly grew.
"So how does one achieve spiritual breakthrough?" she asked eagerly. "What exactly does this spiritual breakthrough mean?"
"It means finding your true heart," Junichi began explaining thoughtfully.
Finding your true heart, releasing attachments, fulfilling your will, achieving spiritual completeness—all different expressions of the same concept.
Training at sea was the traditional and ancient method, proven safe over generations. But being traditional made it somewhat rigid, unable to adapt to individual nuances and needs.
This was why every Great Swordsman had a unique mental journey, perspective, and life experience. Through generations of transmission, it seemed each master spoke of something different, though all held truth in their own way. These truths sometimes seemed to contradict each other, leaving students bewildered.
But Junichi was different. His mastery of the Great Swordsman realm had come complete from the beginning, with thorough understanding of its mysteries. Like an architect viewing a finished structure, he could describe its intricacies with simple language and penetrating insight.
Gion listened, spellbound and deeply moved by his wisdom.
"The swordsman's path involves addition—strengthening your personal style until nothing more can be added. When you reach that point and seek transformation, that's when you begin training as a great swordsman."
Junichi concluded thoughtfully, "As for how to begin that training as a great swordsman..."
He looked directly at Gion, who sat attentively, her posture perfect, completely absorbed in his words.
"For instance, your style is light and swift, but you weren't always this type of swordswoman," Junichi said, then suddenly fell silent.
Gion waited expectantly, but he offered nothing more. She looked at him with confusion and eagerness: "And then?"
"And then it's time for my payment," Junichi said, rising slowly and approaching her.
"What?" Gion blinked in surprise, springing from her chair and retreating toward the door. She laughed awkwardly. "Payment? I don't understand. Would 30 million be sufficient?"
Junichi shook his head, his expression unreadable. "I already told you this afternoon. I don't want berries. I prefer... other compensation. You bathed and dressed carefully, chose this late hour to come to my room—weren't you prepared for this possibility?"
"That's... that's absurd!" Gion flushed, unwilling to acknowledge the implication.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't think of it," Junichi challenged softly, moving closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "Tell me the thought never crossed your mind."
"That's—that's..." Gion's eyes met his briefly before darting away. Her breath caught as she found herself unable to complete the denial. When she finally looked back at him, something in his gaze made her heart race.
She swallowed hard, and muttered, "I was merely being respectful, taking a bath before seeking your counsel."
She then turned toward the door, intending to leave what suddenly felt like dangerous territory. A part of her recognized the risk in staying. But before she could leave, Junichi moved with surprising speed, gently but firmly catching her wrist and guiding her back toward the door.
"Let go!" Gion hadn't expected this bold move. "This is inappropriate behavior toward a superior officer."
"I see it differently. There's something unspoken between us," Junichi replied calmly, his other hand reaching toward her face.
Gion's expression darkened slightly. She made a perfunctory attempt to resist, coating her fist with Armament Haki. But somehow her heart wasn't fully committed to the resistance. Her Haki flickered weakly against his stronger aura, dissipating like morning mist.
Junichi's hand carefully captured hers.
"You... you shouldn't..." Gion felt a flutter of nervousness. She was suddenly aware of how much stronger he was, and how unexpectedly drawn to him she felt.
"This isn't inappropriate. It's an exchange we both desire," Junichi said, his voice low and intimate as he stepped closer. He gently took her hands in his, bringing them up between them as they stood face to face. The gesture was both respectful and assertive, allowing her the freedom to pull away if she truly wanted to.
Their eyes met, and he leaned in slightly, his words barely above a whisper now that they were so close. "We both know why you're here tonight."
"Mmm..." Gion's cheeks flushed crimson, the position making her acutely aware of their proximity. She glared at him, conflicted emotions in her eyes. "I could call out right now, let everyone know what you're attempting."
"You could." Junichi smiled, his eyes taking in her appearance appreciatively: "But appearing in my quarters, dressed this way at this hour, who would believe I was the aggressor?"
Gion's expression froze. Coming to his room deliberately dressed as she was, anyone would assume she had initiated this encounter.
This wasn't my intention...
"You wouldn't want the crew knowing you came to my room looking so enchanting in the middle of the night, would you?" Junichi whispered near her ear.
"I'm not looking enchant—" Her protest died as his hand slipped gently inside her clothing.
Strange sensations spread throughout her body.
Gion's face blossomed with color, her strength seeming to melt away. She bit her lip to contain the unfamiliar feelings stirring within her.
As his touch continued, her initial shock gave way to something else entirely, perhaps this was exactly what she had unknowingly been seeking all along.
