I Got the Dream-Dream Fruit in One Piece

Gordon was looking at the two people gazing at each other affectionately with a lot of questions in his mind. Although he didn't quite understand what was going on, he was wondering how the two of them could create such a long-not-see atmosphere when they first met.

"By the way, Anna, look at what I'm doing?" Uta let go of Anna, wiped the tears from her eyes, and quickly picked up the food beside her and prepared to feed Anna.

"It's nothing, I'm excited too, Uta. Cough cough cough." Anna couldn't help but coughed a few times. Uta put down the things in her hands anxiously and patted Anna's back.

"Gordon, come and take a look. Is everything really okay?"

Gordon sighed, and hurried over to check Anna again. "There should be no problem. Since she's awake, it proves that there's nothing serious. Just get some good rest."

Before Gordon could finish his words, Uta pushed him aside with his arm.

Uta asked Anna to hold it down, picked up the quilt and covered Anna's neck again.

"Have a good rest, and then I'll show you where I live now."

Before Anna could say anything to keep them, Uta took Gordon out and considerately closed the door.

Anna smiled, looked at the door, sighed, then closed her eyes and entered the world of dreams. Maybe because she had little time, she didn't have that many dreams.

"Let me see who's there." Anna released her senses and found that her senses had become more sensitive. Now she could completely detect where that person was and there would be no problem of not being able to find him due to overlap.

"What's going on? Has the fruit ability been improved?"

Anna tried to mobilize the ability of her fruit and found that something seemed to have changed. The range of energy collection became larger.

Moreover, the control of the dream ball has become easier. The dream ball, which originally required more dream energy to maintain, now consumes less than before. What's going on?

When Anna recalled the previous battles and thought about her final attack, it seemed that her body was indeed emitting another kind of energy, but what was that?

Anna really didn't understand it, so she could only wait until she felt better and practice more. While thinking this, she was harvesting energy vigorously.

"Wait, Shanks, did you just fall asleep? Then I'll go look for you."

While thinking this, Anna quickly floated towards the direction of Shanks' dream ball.

"Hello, Shanks, I haven't come to see you for a long time." As soon as Anna walked in, she found that Shanks' dream was different from usual. It was not a party, but Shanks when he was a child on Roger's ship.

Anna looked at the little Shanks and exclaimed that he was kawaii. He was so adorable. He was much better than the sloppy uncle before. He was simply a cute and handsome little boy.

"Ah, Anna, you're here?" Little Shanks walked towards Anna, and Anna squatted down and touched the straw hat on Shanks' head.

"Yes, I didn't expect you to sleep in broad daylight. I just happened to see you so I came over to take a look."

"Haha, something happened during the night shift last night, so I'm going to bed now."

When Anna heard this, she was full of questions. What else could have made Shanks distressed? "What happened?"

Shanks lifted his straw hat that was pulled down a little too low by Anna and said, “It’s not a big deal, just some pirates who want to challenge the Four Emperors.

They actually wanted to raid our pirate group in the morning when everyone was still asleep. I didn't expect that I would be on night shift. Their expressions were very interesting at that time."

"Haha, I can imagine that. I thought the guard would be a weak pirate, but I didn't expect it to be the captain directly watching the night shift."

"That's right, but it still caused some minor trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Their special shells turned out to be a special kind of sticky substance. We were forced to scrub the boat for the whole morning. You don't know how difficult that kind of sticky substance is to clean. It really caused trouble for people."

"No wonder you're sleeping now, but why did you have this dream? I was thinking about my daily life in Roger's Pirates."

"I guess so. I don't know where Bucky went. It would have been better if he had agreed to go with me at that time."

Anna pushed down his hat as he raised it again and said, "Although I don't know Buggy very well, as someone who grew up with you, I guess he doesn't want to be inferior to you."

"You're probably right, but I do miss those days."

Shanks looked back at the person in the dream who was still acting according to Shanks' logic, his face full of nostalgia and longing.

Anna looked at Shanks like this, waved her hand, and directly shaped the images of Beckman and others into Shanks' dream.

"Although you have left Roger and the others now, you have new companions, and now as one of the Four Emperors, you can be praised as a captain by Roger and the others."

"That's true. It would be great if Captain Roger could see it."

Anna squatted down and ignored the little Shanks' struggle, picked him up and said, "Who said I can't see? I forgot who once said that death is not the end of people, but forgetting is.

And the sea breeze that we often feel at sea may not just be wind. The dead cannot touch the real people, so they use the wind to caress them, so as to ease the longing and hardship of both parties. "

After hearing this, Shanks stopped struggling and began to ponder, "Then the storm at sea is Captain Roger trying to compete with me?"

"Uh (??w?? ?), this freedom of mind is positive, everyone feels differently, if you think so, then it should be like this."

"Oh, next time I will carefully cut through the storm."

"Well, let's not do that. The storm is coming, so it's better to get away from the storm area as soon as possible." Anna patched herself up carefully. She already regretted it. Talking about literature and art with Shanks would definitely go astray.

"But since it's Captain Roger who wants to compete with me, how can I hide? This is a good opportunity for him to see how much I have grown."

"Be obedient, Shanks. How about we rewind it? Forget that sentence, okay?"

"why?"

"I'm afraid Beckman will beat me to death." If I really dive into the typhoon, Beckman will definitely ask why. If Shanks says it was me, he will definitely be beaten to death by Beckman. After all, even if the Redfors is strong, it can't withstand such a strong structure.

What's more, tornadoes and typhoons at sea are not uncommon. No, I must correct Shanks' thoughts.