One Piece: The Avengers

In the months that followed, Shanter's daily routine was meticulously planned.

In the mornings, he would start with intense physical training—rigorous to the point of madness. Once his energy was nearly drained, he'd go fishing, treating it as a way to relax and recover since fishing didn't require much movement. Afterward, he'd enjoy lunch with little Robin.

Afternoons varied. If Robin was around, Shanter would accompany her to read books, taking the opportunity to study as well. After all, he intended to join the Navy when he grew up, and there was much to learn—at the very least, he needed to master navigation if he ever wanted to set sail. If Robin was at the library, Shanter would continue his training. When exhausted, he'd playfully interact with the friendly fish and wait for Robin to return for dinner.

Evenings were for unwinding. He and Robin would crack jokes, chat, play chess or cards, and stargaze. These moments of relaxation were precious to them—two individuals who had not been blessed with happy lives.

Every Sunday, Shanter would forgo all activities except essential physical training to dedicate the day to Robin.

As for Robin's aunt's family, they were more than happy for Robin to stay away—it meant saving on food expenses. They didn't care where she was or what she was doing.

To Shanter, Robin was like his own little sister, and he took pride in being a good big brother.

Robin, in turn, was cheerful and content when she was with Shanter. Yet, deep down, she was always uneasy because of her ability—the power that allowed her to make limbs bloom like flowers. This ability had caused the people of Ohara to ostracize her.

Shanter, an outsider, knew nothing of her power, and Robin was careful to keep it hidden, terrified that he would abandon her if he found out.

Unaware of her fears, Shanter continued to treat her with genuine kindness. Time passed, and a year slipped by unnoticed.

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Another Sunday Afternoon

Shanter was playing chess with Robin.

To put it bluntly, he was utterly frustrated.

Anyone would be upset after losing seven games in a row within an hour.

"Checkmate! Hehe, Shanter lost again," Robin's sweet voice teased him.

Game eight.

"I'm not playing anymore!" Shanter declared, exasperated. Being beaten so soundly was infuriating. "You're surprisingly good at chess, silly girl."

"Shanter is the silly one! A loss is a loss—you've already lost eight games," Robin giggled.

"Yeah, but you can't even learn to swim. Isn't that silly?" Shanter shot back, visibly annoyed.

Swimming… Indeed, Shanter had no idea about the existence of Devil Fruits, let alone that Robin was a Devil Fruit user. If he'd known, he would never have suggested swimming, even though he himself was an excellent swimmer.

If this story ever reached Earth, Shanter would probably be lynched by "flower fans" in no time.

Idiot!

Hearing his comment, Robin's cheeks turned bright red, and she stammered, "That's not it… I… I lose all my strength the moment I touch water…"

"La-la-la, not listening, not listening!" Shanter grinned mischievously.

Admittedly, Shanter had a sharp tongue. This was something countless people had confirmed in his previous life in the Central World, earning unanimous acknowledgment from his friends.

Seeing Robin's flushed face and her inability to respond, Shanter decided not to push further. "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Silly girl, go read a book. I'll get you some apple juice, okay?"

Just then, a tomato came hurtling toward Robin. Shanter quickly caught it and turned to see who had thrown it—a chubby boy.

The boy, seeing Shanter catch the tomato, grew angry instead of apologizing. "Hey, I was aiming at the monster, not you! Give it back!"

"Monster? Who are you calling a monster? Such poor manners. Here, take it back!" Shanter hadn't noticed Robin's pale face and casually threw the tomato back, hitting the boy squarely in the face and making him stumble.

The boy began to cry as he rubbed the splattered tomato juice on his face, running off in tears.

Shanter paid no attention to the incident and continued walking toward his cabin, oblivious to Robin's ashen complexion and trembling hands.

While pouring apple juice, he suddenly heard a commotion outside. Rushing out, he saw a 200-pound woman berating Robin, even raising her hand to strike her.

Shanter hurriedly stepped in front of Robin, shielding her. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Get out of my way, brat! This monster has nothing to do with you," the woman snarled, attempting to hit Robin again.

Not tolerating such behavior, Shanter kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying two meters back.

Despite being only six years old, Shanter possessed extraordinary strength—at least equivalent to that of two or three adult men.

The woman, shocked by his strength, knew she couldn't win but continued cursing as she left.

Shanter, his anger slowly dissipating, turned to Robin and handed her the apple juice. "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

Robin hesitated, setting the juice aside.

"Robin?"

"Shanter, if I've been hiding something from you, would you forgive me?" she whispered.

"Of course. No matter what it is, I'll forgive you. Why are you asking this?"

Robin hesitated, then murmured, "Aren't you curious… about the 'monster' thing?"

"Nope. You're such a cute little girl; how could you be a monster? Don't worry about it. If you don't want to talk, that's fine." He pressed his fingers against her lips, trying to reassure her.

Robin pushed his hand away. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "No, it's because… because of this."

Two delicate hands sprouted from Shanter's shoulder, startling him. Having never seen anything like this, he was momentarily speechless.

Robin, sobbing, ran off without looking back, fearing his rejection.

Shanter, though surprised, quickly chased after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into an embrace despite her struggles.

"Is that all? What's the big deal?" he comforted her.

"You don't think this is… monstrous?" she asked, her sobbing subsiding.

"Not at all! Extraordinary people are often misunderstood. You'll be amazing one day," he reassured her, ruffling her hair. "Besides, what kind of brother would I be if I abandoned my sister just because she's different?"

"Brother…" Robin cried harder, clinging tightly to Shanter.

"Alright, alright. Stop crying, or you'll ruin your pretty face," he teased, gently wiping her tears. "Stay here tonight, okay?"

"Okay," Robin nodded, her adorably shy demeanor melting his heart.

That night, they shared the only bed in the cabin. In the middle of the night, Shanter heard Robin murmuring in her sleep, "Shanter… brother… don't leave me, please…" His heart ached at her words.

Gently patting her back, he whispered, "Silly girl, I'm your brother. I'll never leave you."

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