Naruto: Copy System#603+604: Bounty of Six Billion Berries, At Least He's Handsome

Amatsuki Toki shot Olvia a glare. Sure, she had traveled through time from eight hundred years ago, but that didn't mean she had lived for eight hundred years.

However, after considering her strength, Amatsuki Toki realized that she was probably no match for Olvia, so she gave up on arguing...

"Is this Cocoyasi Village?"

The Pluton's incredible speed had brought them to their destination in what felt like mere moments, leaving Nami utterly stunned by the ship's capabilities. The journey that should have taken days had been compressed into hours.

To have a ship that could run so fast was simply unimaginable.

“It’s very poor, isn’t it?” Nami lowered her head in embarrassment.

Cocoyashi Village was indeed impoverished, its buildings bearing the scars of neglect and despair. Once upon a time, it had been a modest but comfortable place—never wealthy, but decent enough for honest folk to make their living.

Everything changed when Arlong arrived, his shadow falling across the village like a curse. Under the greedy pirate's iron-fisted rule, the community had spiraled ever deeper into the abyss of poverty.

"Do you want to go and see Nami's hometown with us?" Shin turned his head and asked Hancock and the others.

"Since it's Nami's hometown, of course we have to see it," Olvia nodded.

Hancock, Robin, Amatsuki Toki, and Kalifa all followed Shin to Cocoyasi Village.

Momousagi stayed on the ship. Shin was quite at ease with her. He was not afraid that she would let Hina go, because he knew that she would never do that. He believed in her.

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"Nami, you're back."

The village sheriff Genzo called out in greeting, his weathered face a map of scars that gave him an unconsciously fearsome appearance. Each mark told a story of survival.

Those wounds had been carved into his flesh eight years ago by Arlong's crew—a permanent reminder of the day their freedom died.

"Yes, I'm back." Nami showed a big smile to Genzo.

Seeing her authentic smile, Genzo froze momentarily, as if witnessing something miraculous. He hadn't seen Nami smile with such honest joy in what felt like an eternity.

Ever since Arlong's arrival had cast its dark shadow, even when Nami smiled—it had always been a mask, forced and hollow.

Genzo could read the difference like an open book.

“Are they your friends?” Genzo’s gaze turned to Shin and the others, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Yes, you can consider us Nami's friends," Shin put his hand on Nami's head and gently rubbed it.

Nami still wore her hair in that practical short style—cute enough in its way, but Shin could envision how stunning she'd look with flowing locks. He'd have to suggest she grow it out later, when the current crisis had passed.

"By the way, Nami, the fish-men from the Arlong Pirates came before, it seems they were looking for you," Genzo said to Nami.

"If possible, your friends should leave quickly. That's the wisest course. You understand better than anyone... Arlong's crew won't spare outsiders."

Genzo sighed and said.

Looking at Nami, guilt flashed through his eyes like lightning. He knew exactly what impossible burden she carried on those young shoulders. Unfortunately, he couldn't help.

Against Arlong's thugs, Genzo was less than powerless. He was irrelevant.

"It's fine. The village won't live under Arlong's shadow anymore," Nami said, clenching her fists.

“Alright, Genzo, I’ll take my friends home first.” Nami waved her hand at Genzo and didn’t chat with him anymore.

"Come on, let's go to my place. I have a sister.” Nami’s face showed a smile.

Her sister Nojiko wasn't connected by blood, but such trivial details had never mattered to either of them.

On the winding path to Nami's house, villagers who spotted her immediately scattered like frightened birds, disappearing into doorways and alleys.

A hint of loss unconsciously flashed in Nami's eyes. Her work for Arlong had poisoned her reputation in the village like a spreading disease.

Except for Nojiko and Genzo—who viewed her as the daughter he'd never had—the other villagers wanted nothing to do with the "traitor" in their midst.

In their eyes, she was colluding with the Arlong Pirates.

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"Sister, I'm back."

Nami called out with forced cheer. Soon, her blue-haired sister emerged from their modest dwelling.

Seeing Nami brought immediate, uncomplicated joy to Nojiko's face. Her sister had been away for so long that worry had become Nojiko's constant companion.

"Nami, are you okay?" Nojiko asked her.

She knew about Nami's desperate, impossible plan to buy back the village from Arlong's clutches. But Nojiko doubted—no, she knew—that Arlong would never honor any deal. Pirates rarely kept their word, and Arlong was worse than most.

"Oh, who are they?" Nojiko's attention shifted to Shin's impressive group.

Friends of Nami? The idea seemed almost impossible.

"Nojiko, they are my friends." Nami showed a big smile and did not say their real identities.

No point in terrifying Nojiko with talk of Four Emperors and world-shaking power.

After that, they arrived at Nami’s house. Although she had earned plenty of Berries on her own, the house still looked modest—she had saved nearly everything. By now, she had almost one hundred million Berries set aside.

After a brief stay filled with stilted conversation, Shin caught Nami's eye and signaled. They departed for their true destination: Arlong Park.

Arlong Park—that monument to fish-man supremacy where the tyrant held court with his entire crew of thugs and monsters.

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“Is it really okay?” Nami was a little nervous on the way to Arlong Park.

Shin could read her like an open book—in Nami's traumatized mind, Arlong loomed as an unconquerable demon. Though Shin dismissed him as less than insignificant, Nami's perspective had been shaped by years of fear.

Her terror of Arlong ran bone-deep, breeding persistent doubt about anyone's ability to defeat him.

"Nami, don't underestimate us. Trash like Arlong doesn't even warrant Captain Shin's personal attention." Kalifa adjusted her glasses with practiced precision, her tone matter-of-fact.

"Fine, there's no turning back anyway. Besides, even if I gathered all the money, Arlong would never honor our deal."

Nami had believed it before, when youth and naivety still colored her world. But experiencing reality's cruel lessons had forcibly opened her eyes.

She knew that even if she got one hundred million Berries, Arlong would never release her or the village. Back then, she'd simply had no other options to cling to.

"Let me put this in perspective, Nami. Do you have any idea what Shin's bounty is?" Robin suddenly interjected with calculated timing.

At Robin’s question, confusion crossed Nami’s face. She had no idea what Shin’s bounty was, so she turned to Robin with curious eyes.

After all, a bounty often reflected strength—the stronger the pirate, the higher the price on their head.

"Six Billion Berries. Beginning to grasp the astronomical difference between him and Arlong?"

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"..." Hearing Shin's bounty, Nami's entire world ground to a halt. Surely her ears were playing tricks?

Six billion Berries—was that even within the realm of possibility? Instantly, her eyes underwent a familiar transformation, morphing into glowing Berries symbols powered by pure avarice.

“You’re not thinking of taking my head to exchange for money, are you?” Shin was stared at by Nami and couldn't help but ask her.

Knowing Nami's character intimately, the thought had definitely crossed her mind. Given her pathological obsession with wealth, such mercenary ideas came naturally.

Shin's Six billion Berries bounty stood as legitimate fact—surpassing even the legendary Pirate King Roger's final valuation.

His astronomical price tag had been earned through acts that shook the world's foundations: obliterating Enies Lobby, executing Celestial Dragons with impunity.

The Celestial Dragon murders in particular had sent his bounty into the stratosphere. Though Shin hadn't personally delivered the killing blows, the World Government's fury fell squarely on his shoulders.

Then there were the Five Elders' barely concealed fears. If asked to name their greatest nightmare among the seas' powers, Shin topped their list without debate.

Whitebeard? A magnificent relic of bygone days. This new era had already sailed past his anchored ship.

Although he was still one of the Four Emperors, everyone knew that he had fallen.

As for Kaido... if Big Mom still drew breath, the Five Elders might lose sleep over their potential alliance.

United, they'd represent a catastrophic threat—

—But Big Mom lay cold in her grave, eliminated by Shin. Kaido alone posed manageable danger—troublesome certainly, but containable.

One Emperor could be handled through careful strategy and overwhelming force.

The Marines possessed sufficient might to defeat Kaido using internal resources alone. Deploy the three Admirals alongside Garp and Sengoku in coordinated assault—even the Strongest Creature would bend the knee.

But Shin Uzumaki remained an equation with too many unknowns. His overwhelming power defied conventional military doctrine.

So they'd inflated his bounty to absurd heights, desperately hoping some fool might attempt collection.

Well, the Five Elders primarily sought to paint a target on Shin's back. A Six billion bounty would tempt even the most cautious pirates into foolish dreams.

Though few still seriously pursued that impossible prize now. The entire world understood this fundamental truth—this reward would never be claimed.

If the other Four Emperors combined couldn't handle him, what hope did lesser pirates have against the Strongest Emperor?

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But returning to the present moment—learning of Shin's incomprehensible bounty, Nami's lingering doubts evaporated like morning mist.

A bounty of six billion Berries was almost unimaginable. With strength like that, taking down Arlong should be no problem, right?

"You look pretty thin... How'd you earn such an insane bounty?" Nami couldn't contain her burning curiosity.

Mainly because Shin didn't look like the type who radiated strength and power. He wasn't built like a tank or anything. He usually seemed pretty harmless, so Nami had always doubted just how strong he really was.

After all, every powerful person she'd encountered before had been some intimidating brute who looked like they'd tear your head off if you looked at them wrong.

"Never judge combat potential by physical appearance—that's an excellent way to find an early grave."

Shin delivered the lesson with patient wisdom.

Appearances meant less than nothing in their world. If intimidating physiques equaled power, the giant tribes would rule unchallenged.

Yet many ordinary-looking individuals could obliterate entire giant armies without breaking a sweat.

Besides, Shin wasn't exactly ordinary in appearance—at minimum, he possessed striking Good looks.

In terms of pure aesthetics, Shin felt confident claiming the pinnacle. That much self-awareness came naturally.

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"This is Arlong Park. Look—there are the fish-men." Nami said to Shin.

"I'm quite familiar with fish-men, thank you. Besides, Shirahoshi herself is a mermaid." Shin glanced at Nami with mild exasperation.

"Shirahoshi's a mermaid?" Nami had heard tales of mermaids—weren't they supposed to have fish tails?

Why did Shirahoshi appear completely human in form?

Nami stared at the pink-haired girl walking beside Shin, searching for any sign of her supposedly aquatic nature.

A normal mermaid definitely couldn't shed her tail at Shirahoshi's age. Ordinary mermaids had to wait until they were over thirty to transform.

The only reason Shirahoshi could change her fish tail into legs was because of Shin's help—without it, even being a mermaid princess wouldn't have mattered. She'd still have to wait until her thirties like everyone else.

“My fish tail already turned into legs," Shirahoshi said to Nami with an adorable expression. At the moment, Shirahoshi was actually several years younger than Nami.

“So that’s how it is.” Nami nodded with newfound understanding. She'd learned something today—apparently mermaid tails could transform into legs.

Actually, only female mermaids possessed this transformation ability. Males remained permanently tailed throughout their lives, as King Neptune's form demonstrated clearly.

"Shirahoshi happens to be royalty—princess of Ryugu Kingdom," Shin mentioned with casual pride.

Nami's expression turned completely blank. Where in the four seas was Ryugu Kingdom located?

Seeing her utterly confused face, Shin realized she'd have zero frame of reference for such information.

Living isolated in the East Blue severely limited one's knowledge base. She didn't even recognize his name—how much could she realistically know about the wider world?

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"Well, well—if it isn't little Nami. Boss Arlong was looking for you earlier."

An obnoxiously familiar voice interrupted as several fish-men swaggered forward, their movements radiating casual menace.

"Let's skip the tedious posturing." Hancock's hand found her sword's hilt with practiced ease, drawing and striking in one fluid motion.

Pink sword energy erupted from her blade, tearing through the earth itself as it raced toward the approaching fish-men with lethal intent.

The two fish-men died before their minds could even process the danger, bodies bisected cleanly.

“Gulp!”

Nami swallowed hard, her throat suddenly desert-dry. Fifty meters of separation—and Hancock had executed them with a single, casual slash?

Plus that rose-colored energy—was that the legendary sword aura she'd only heard about in stories? Hancock could actually project pure cutting force through empty air?

"Don't look so shocked. This barely qualifies as a warm-up," Shin observed, noting her open-mouthed amazement with amusement.

Indeed, it represented the barest minimum of effort—just two insignificant fish-men eliminated with Hancock barely exerting herself.

If she'd channeled real power into that strike, one slash would have torn the earth asunder and split all of Arlong Park into scattered ruins.

Witnessing that level of destruction might leave Nami catatonic from sheer incomprehension.

"Actually, you might develop comparable powers yourself someday."

Olvia patted Nami's shoulder with encouraging warmth.

At Olvia's optimistic words, Nami shook her head in immediate denial. She didn't dream of wielding such earth-shaking power—besides, raw strength had never been her ambition or focus.