Ding dong! Your little frog is back from its trip!
It brought you a special souvenir!
Amamiya Noah, who had been slacking off in his Vice Admiral's office, slowly came back to his senses.
Glancing over at the newspaper on his desk, his eyes landed on the image of a grinning boy wearing a straw hat.
So this was the year the Straw Hat kid set out to sea. He had already left Enies Lobby.
If the timeline held, the next stop should be the Sabaody Archipelago.
But what did that have to do with Amamiya Noah?
He had zero interest in getting involved with that mess.
When Whitebeard eventually invaded Marineford, he'd just come up with some excuse to swing by the base—maybe grab some fruit and snacks.
After the war? He'd simply stroll back in like nothing happened.
Noah had no complaints about being in the Marines.
The job was leisurely and uneventful—just the way he liked it.
No major responsibilities, barely any missions, and even those could be handed off to subordinates.
For someone like Noah, it was the perfect gig.
"Let's see what you brought back this time!"
"After all these years, I'm practically Admiral-level already."
Noah yawned out of boredom. He had no interest in showing off or being in the spotlight.
In fact, he was quite content staying at Vice Admiral rank forever.
That's because Amamiya Noah wasn't from this world. He had transmigrated here three years ago.
When he first arrived, he awakened a golden cheat—the mobile game he used to play in his past life: Travel Frog.
Back then, the game was pretty popular for a while.
Eventually, it faded into obscurity, but Noah had kept playing it casually for fun.
Who would've thought that very game would carry over with him into the One Piece world… and evolve into a literal golden finger?
The frog no longer traveled to real-life tourist attractions.
Instead, it now ventured into different anime worlds, alternate dimensions, and even high fantasy realms like the Mythical Era.
Each time it returned, it brought back "souvenirs."
According to the system's explanation—
These souvenirs were treasures native to their respective worlds.
And in just three years, the little frog had brought Noah an overwhelming collection of rare items.
Without a single training session, Noah had risen to the power level of a Marine Vice Admiral.
Honestly, in the whole world, he might be the only one that strong without lifting a finger.
Even someone like Admiral Kizaru had to spar occasionally to stay sharp.
But Noah?
He just… laid there.
Every waking moment, he was thinking about how to lie down better.
[Wood Release: A specialty of the Naruto world. The bloodline limit of the Senju Clan. Converts physical energy directly into chakra, allowing the user to rapidly grow trees from the ground, creating a forest in an instant. Everything within the forest is under the user's control.]
Noah gave it a brief glance, yawned again, and claimed the reward.
The moment he did, he felt the power of Wood Release surge through him.
With a wave of his hand, he could now expend physical energy to instantly sprout an entire forest.
Even Hashirama Senju's signature moves were now within his reach.
In the Naruto world, Wood Release was peak-tier power.
And here in the One Piece world?
It was still just as broken.
Noah had now officially reached Admiral-level strength.
"Looks like I've finally hit Admiral-tier… Next step? Might be catching up to the Four Emperors."
He chuckled lightly to himself, casually preparing supplies for his frog's next trip.
His gaze shifted to the mountain of paperwork on his desk.
Even looking at it made his scalp tingle.
And this was just Vice Admiral-level workload. If he ever became a full Admiral...
God knows how much more bureaucratic hell he'd be buried under.
"Nope. I'm steering clear of that position."
To most people, becoming an Admiral was a dream.
But to Noah? It was a flaming hot potato.
He'd rather coast through life as a laid-back Vice Admiral than deal with endless reports and meetings.
"Let's have Hinata handle it."
"This'll be good training for her. She needs to grow into someone useful for the Marines anyway."
"Amamiya Noah, you truly are a master of resource management. Even Sengoku wasn't this smart."
Nodding in self-praise, he pulled an eye mask from his drawer, slipped it on, and headed outside.
Finding a nice sunny spot on the training field, he called over a young Marine.
"Go grab my lounge chair from the office, would you?"
Once the chair was set up, Noah pulled down the eye mask over his forehead and settled in for a nap.
"Didn't expect to see you up so early, Vice Admiral Noah."
"Already out enjoying the morning sun?"
A lazy, sleazy-sounding voice chimed in.
There was only one Marine in the entire base with a voice that slimy—no doubt about it.
Borsalino. Kizaru.
That man's very tone oozed creepiness.
"Yo, Kizaru-san. Want me to get you a chair too?"
Noah didn't even bother lifting his eye mask as he replied casually.
The two of them were on good terms.
After all, they were both legendary slackers.
One a Vice Admiral. One a full-blown Admiral.
Yet somehow, both had made it into high ranks while doing the bare minimum.
They'd even formed a secret "Lazy Duo."
"I wish, but Sengoku's calling a meeting."
Kizaru scratched his chin, signaling a young Marine to fetch a chair for him too.
"Meetings, huh? Same old crap. Just sit for a bit."
"They never have anything to do with us anyway."
Noah replied with a yawn, entirely uninterested in attending.
What was there to discuss, really? Every day it was just another pointless meeting.
"True that."
Soon, the young Marine returned with a second chair, and the two of them reclined side by side under the sun.
Warm morning sunlight washed over their faces as they closed their eyes with content smiles.
For them, basking under the sun like this was the very definition of happiness.
Amamiya Noah and Borsalino had more than just similar personalities.
The two were enigmas—no one in the Marines could get a read on their true strength.
They hid their power better than anyone.
Kizaru couldn't figure out Noah at all.
There was something dangerous lurking beneath his relaxed demeanor.
And Noah?
He couldn't fully gauge Kizaru either.
After all, he had only just reached Admiral-tier strength himself.
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