Nico Robin of the Jungle
Once a promising archeologist from West Blue's Island of Ohara, Nico Robin found herself adrift after the Navy decimated her home. As a small, helpless girl, she sailed the open sea without destination. But hope was not lost. She washed ashore on the mysterious Bukuvvu, a remote jungle island in the far outskirts of West Blue.
Bukuvvu was an island no man dared to enter, home to apes, lions, and elephants. Sailors who passed by could only glimpse its marvels from the sea—lush foliage and towering mountains. Despite its allure, no one had set foot on Bukuvvu, until now.
Lost and alone, Nico Robin ventured deep into the jungle, seeking any sign of civilization. Confronted by a hungry lion, she found herself cornered before a tree. Just as she was about to become lunch, an ape named Ape rescued her, pulling her high into the trees and causing the lion to crash against the trunk.
Ape, more intelligent than a rocket scientist, took Robin to the legendary Ape Mountain.
Twenty-two years later, the once promising archeologist had grown into a swinging Jungle Queen.
Nico Robin swung swiftly from vines high above Ape Mountain. The sound of gorillas playing drums echoed below, creating a beat for their queen as she turned. Smiling, Robin enjoyed their musical accompaniment, performed an athletic backflip mid-air, and activated her semblance.
"Mil Fleur!"
Several arms sprouted from two trees, forming a chain Robin grabbed onto. She swung up and landed on a branch. She stood atop the branch, overlooking the jungle now her domain. Once a lost girl, now the Queen of Bukuvvu, she scanned the jungle for any signs of trouble. Finding none, she smiled.
"Everything seems to be okay here," Robin said.
The raven-haired Jungle Queen, now in her early thirties, enjoyed the sun's warmth. Clad in a leopard skin top and loincloth, her sweat-drenched skin shimmered in the sunlight.
"It's such a lovely day today. Perfect for sunbathing," Robin said, leaping from the branch and grabbing a vine.
She listened to the soothing sounds of waves washing over the distant beach, a relaxing backdrop deep within the jungle. She could see the beach and far ocean horizon from the highest tree.
As she reminisced about her years on the island, having been raised by the Ape Mountain apes despite her devil fruit power, she heard a familiar voice.
"Robin, Robin!"
Her trusty monkey companion, Chopper, swung up to her on a vine. When his vine snapped, Robin's devil fruit power saved him with several arms catching and tossing him up to her branch.
"Are you okay, Chopper?" Robin asked, smiling.
"Ahuh, thank you, Robin," Chopper said.
Robin patted his head. "Catching up on some reading. Everything seems fine in the jungle."
"Tooki, Tooki!"
Her majordomo, Tookie, the toucan, flew up to her, bringing news from the jungle.
"Oh, Father needs help back at the Treehouse?" Robin asked.
"Tookie, Tookie," Tookie confirmed.
"The baboons are back?" Robin asked.
Tookie nodded.
"Not again," Chopper said. "I thought they learned their lesson."
Robin smiled, preparing to swing. "I guess they need more discipline."
Swinging off into the jungle with Chopper clinging to her back, they reached the treehouse. Ape, waving his arms to scare off the baboons, groaned as fruit pelted him. Robin's devil fruit power sprouted arms around the baboons, spanking them off the roof.
"You did it, Robin!" Chopper cheered.
"Yes, Robin, well done. But could you please be quicker in the future?" Ape asked.
Robin lowered her arms, smirking. "Thank you, Father. I'll be quicker next time."
Just then, Tookie brought news of trouble. With her devil fruit power tossing her a vine, Robin swung off into the jungle to address the new danger.