Wapol

The Yggdrasil, a ship created by Hashirama, as giant as an island. Its imposing structure dominated the horizon, with black sails illuminated by a spectral green glow. The bow was adorned with the figure of a ghostly dragon, whose intimidating presence seemed to come to life.

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In Hashirama's luxurious suite, an enormous room made of living wood and adorned with vines, the atmosphere was tense.

Near the circular window that offered a night view of the ocean, a colossal bed stood out. Hashirama was sitting in an emerald green velvet armchair, his gaze fixed on the door. Beside him, King, with his usual stoic countenance, waited in silence.

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In front of the door to Hashirama's room, Morgans was nervous and sweating profusely. With a deep breath, he opened the door and entered, escorting two trembling figures.

Vivi, the princess of Arabasta, 1.7 meters tall, radiated immaculate beauty despite her fear.

Her white blouse clung to her torso, enhancing her generous breasts that rose and fell with her agitated breathing.

Her narrow waist further accentuated her curves, creating an hourglass silhouette. The long fuchsia skirt clung to her hips, highlighting her firm, round buttocks, which moved with each nervous tremor.

Her eyes, normally full of warmth and determination, now reflected palpable fear.

Beside her, Wapol, the former king of Drum, two meters tall, bit his nails nervously, his plump body shaking like jelly.

Upon seeing them, a cruel smile spread across Hashirama's face.

"So these are the little mice you've been hiding," he said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let's see how funny they can be."

Vivi and Wapol instinctively backed away, their eyes wide with terror. Hashirama's presence was overwhelming, his aura of power making them feel insignificant.

Hashirama glanced at Morgans and then at King. Both, understanding the unspoken message, left the room in silence, leaving Hashirama alone with his two "guests".

The silence became heavy in the room, only interrupted by Hashirama, who, with a gesture of apparent courtesy, pointed to two chairs next to his armchair.

"Please, take a seat," he said in a voice that, though soft, left no doubt about who was in control.

Vivi and Wapol, cautiously, slowly approached and sat in the chairs, keeping a prudent distance from Hashirama. Hashirama observed them for a moment, his eyes scanning their faces as if searching for something in their souls.

Finally, Hashirama directed his gaze towards Wapol. "You," he said, pointing at him with a finger. "I just want to ask you a few questions. Nothing more. Then you can stay with Morgans as long as you like."

Wapol swallowed, his pale face reflecting his fear. He nodded weakly, unable to articulate a word. Hashirama turned to Vivi, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"And you, princess," he said, his voice taking on a softer tone. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you... at least not in the way you imagine."

Leaning back in the armchair, he adopted a relaxed posture. His eyes settled on Wapol. "Let's see, Wapol," he began in a soft, almost seductive voice, "tell me everything you saw at the Levely. Don't omit any detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem."

Wapol, trembling under Hashirama's penetrating gaze, stammered. "I... I saw... many things, Mr. Hashirama. Kings, queens, nobles... all gathered to discuss..."

"I already know that," interrupted Hashirama with a gesture of impatience. "I want to know what really happened. What you saw on the empty throne... its true form."

Wapol swallowed, the memory of that monstrous figure still fresh in his mind. "It was... enormous," he whispered, his voice trembling. "A dark silhouette, like a mountain of shadow."

Hashirama nodded slowly, his interest shining in his eyes. "Big, you say. And what else?"

Wapol hesitated, afraid to reveal too much. But Hashirama's gaze was like a drill, penetrating his mental defenses. "It had... tentacles," he continued in a trembling voice. "Long and slimy... like those of a kraken."

Hashirama rose from his seat, his interest now fully awakened. "Tentacles... And its eyes?"

Wapol nodded frantically, his body shaking like a leaf. "Yes... Its eyes... they shone like evil stars."

Hashirama paced around the room, lost in thought. Wapol's description wasn't much help, he had previously thought that Imu could be an Umibozu, due to theories in his past life and that's why he went to ask Wapol to describe Imu's form, but he had wasted his time with Wapol.

"Now," muttered Hashirama. "Tell me Wapol, how did you manage to escape from there?"

Wapol froze, his body trembling even more. Cold sweat soaked his forehead as he tried to articulate a coherent answer. "I... I don't know," he finally stammered. "I just... ran. I ran and hid."

Hashirama nodded slowly, watching Wapol's reaction carefully. He knew that people with strength like that of the Gorosei members would surely have sensed Wapol's presence. And yet, he had managed to escape.

"Why?", Hashirama wondered aloud, more to himself than to Wapol. "What purpose could there be in letting a witness escape?"

Shaking his head, not thinking too much about this, Hashirama turned to Wapol, his gaze now colder. "Thank you for your cooperation, Wapol. You have been very helpful."

Wapol, relieved to have survived the interrogation, rose from his chair and hurried out of the room, eager to reunite with Morgans and escape Hashirama's presence.

Hashirama turned to Vivi, his gaze now soft. "And now, princess," he said in a velvety voice, "it's your turn."

He walked towards the armchair and settled down, his eyes fixed on Vivi. With a soft but unquestionable tone, he patted his lap and said, "Come here."

Vivi, seeing this, froze and looked away, not responding.

Hashirama, seeing her resistance, decided to take the initiative. Without saying anything else, he pulled her towards him and forced her to sit on his lap.

"~Kyaa!" Vivi let out a small shriek when she felt something large settling between her buttocks through the dress.

Hashirama smiled knowingly.

"Calm down, Vivi," Hashirama said in a calm voice. "I want you to tell me what happened at the Levely."

Vivi, at first, tried to resist. "It's not something I want to remember," she murmured, her voice full of sadness.

Hashirama, without losing his patience, simply said, stroking her soft, thin arms. "I need to know, Vivi. Everything. You can't hide from this forever."

With a trembling sigh, Vivi began to speak, her words interrupted by sobs. "It all started when my father and I arrived at the Levely. We were discussing the situation in Arabasta, trying to find support. But then... he disappeared."

Hashirama listened intently, his hands gently stroking Vivi's waist, pulling her closer into his lap. "Disappeared? How?"

"¡~Mmmh~❤️!....I was kidnapped by the CP0," continued Vivi, her voice breaking. "They took me to a place. I was going to be... I was going to be given to a World Noble as a... a pet." Her words came out with difficulty, each memory an open wound.

Hashirama nodded slowly. "And how did you manage to escape?"

"Wapol helped me," Vivi said, her eyes with a spark of gratitude. "He got me out of there and hid me. That's when I found out... about my father's death." A heartbreaking sob escaped her lips, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions.

Hashirama, feeling Vivi's response, moved one hand to her firm buttocks, gently squeezing it.

"Mmmh~❤️" Vivi let out a soft moan, her body trembling at Hashirama's firm but gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, Vivi," he said in a whisper, his voice surprisingly soft, hugging her small body. "You've been through a lot."

Vivi, feeling the warmth and safety of Hashirama's embrace, leaning against Hashirama's muscular body, letting herself be carried away by her emotions. "I couldn't do anything," she sobbed. "I felt so powerless, so... alone."

"You're not alone anymore..." Hashirama murmured against her ear. "...I'm here now."

Vivi shuddered at the contact, her sobs diminishing. "Thank you," she whispered, clinging to him.

Hashirama, seeing her vulnerability, took the opportunity to intensify the contact.

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