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Chapter 4
Ace, Sabo and Luffy shared a grin as the Red Force sliced through the shimmering ocean, the breeze gently rocking their hidden barrel, which was carried none other than by Shanks of all people and placed in the store room of the ship. The scent of saltwater filled the air, but more importantly—freedom. Their hearts beat in rhythm with the sea, the vast, endless horizon beckoning.
"Shanks is so silly!" Luffy giggled, clutching his stomach as he recalled what had just happened. "But are we really going to sail with him?" He pouted, conflicted. His promise to Shanks was pulling at his heart, which meant he can't sail with him, right? But at the same time he wanted to keep moving, to explore the world beyond the island. He and his brothers had already conquered the forest in Dawn Island, leaving no more adventures to be explored.
"We can sail on our own or go with him," Ace shrugged, his tone casual, though he leaned towards the latter, his eyes sharp with the unspoken desire to keep his brothers safer. But with Nika's promise at the bay, Ace knew he'd gladly walk on any path he chose.
"We can start our own crew too," Sabo murmured, sparking a light in Luffy's eyes that burned brighter than the sun. The idea thrilled him. He could feel the joy bubble up inside him like a volcano ready to erupt.
"YOS—" Luffy started to shout, before Sabo's hand quickly covered his mouth, silencing the boy with a frantic "Shh!"
"We need to stay hidden until we reach an island," Sabo whispered, a trace of worry in his eyes. His fingers pressed dramatically to his lips, urging the quiet. He knew what he was saying was too far stretched considering Luffy's antics but their presence aboard the ship was still a secret they needed to keep. At least until they were far from Dawn Island.
"Sorry!" Luffy chirped, totally not sorry at all. His excitement poured out like a storm that couldn't be tamed.
"Do you wanna return to that island, Lu?" Ace asked, keeping his voice low, though he couldn't hide the edge of concern.
Luffy shook his head vigorously, sealing his lips with his small hands, but then—
Grrruuumble!
"I'm hungry!" Luffy whined, sucking his lips in, his eyes pleading his brothers and his stomach a loud declaration of his needs. He had eaten breakfast, but no snacks!
"Give me a second," Ace sighed, his resolve crumbling in the face of Luffy's endless hunger. He lifted the top of the barrel, scanning the room for an opportunity. The coast was clear. Ace saw this as his chance to sneak out and rummage through the barrels, hoping gather something to quell the bottomless pit in his baby brother's stomach.
"'Bo is also hungry!" Luffy chirped, breaking the silence once more, just as a slap sounded—the unmistakable noise of Sabo trying to stop Luffy from speaking, followed by hushed whispers from Sabo. But it was too late. Ace's eyes widened in horror as footsteps drew near, their rhythm unmistakable. Someone was coming to check on the noise.
He cursed under his breath, quickly grabbing whatever he could find—apples, cans, anything—and leaping back into the barrel, covering Luffy's mouth and holding the food protectively.
"I felt like I heard Luffy's voice coming from here," Limejuice muttered, stepping into the storeroom.
Ace held his breath.
"You're probably missing the kid," Yassop teased Limejuice, nudging him in jest.
"Maybe," Limejuice replied with a sigh, "But it would be exciting if the kids were aboard."
"That's right! Even Captain seems to be down with the departure," Yassop commented, a laugh in his voice as he pulled Limejuice out of the room, leading him toward the deck. The trio inside the barrel exhaled in relief, tension leaving their bodies like water rushing through a broken dam.
"That was a close call," Ace whispered, handing the apple to his brothers and taking one for himself, though it didn't quite fill the gnawing hunger in their hearts.
"Shishishishishi!" Luffy giggled softly, stuffing his face and patting his belly, though the hunger never fully disappeared. But for now he was satisfied. Though, it wasn't just food he craved—it was adventure, it was purpose. It was the unknown.
"How about you take a nap, Lu?" Sabo suggested, seeing the restless energy vibrating in the boy.
"Mhm," Luffy hummed, pouting but too exhausted to argue.
"The ship would stop somewhere for sure," Ace reassured him, running his fingers through Luffy's messy hair. "We'll wake you when it does, and then we can go hunting for food. Sound good?"
"'Kay!" Luffy agreed instantly, snuggling up to Ace and drifting off, lulled by the gentle rocking of the ship.
"So what's the plan, Sabo?" Ace asked, his voice low as he gently brushed Luffy's hair, his gaze fixed on his younger twin, who was lost in thought.
"Not much for now," Sabo replied, his voice distant. "When the ship stops at an island, there'll be less people guarding. That's when we can slip off."
"Better than nothing," Ace nodded, his expression serious despite the playful banter. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when we're closer."
"You sure you won't fall asleep?" Sabo raised an eyebrow, though Ace only nodded in response, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Okay, as you wish... but wake me when you feel like sleeping."
"I know, Sabo," Ace whispered, his eyes soft as they lingered on his younger brother, already lost to sleep. He couldn't help but smile at how easily they found comfort in each other's presence.
The winds of the past whisper through the sea,
Guiding their steps to the fate they cannot yet see.
The morning air in Foosha Village and Mt. Colubu carried a strange stillness, as if the forest, the creatures and the world itself had paused to acknowledge an absence. For Dadan and Makino, the realization began subtly, like the first rays of dawn creeping over the horizon, a quiet, uneasy feeling that something vital was missing.
Dadan's day started as usual. She stomped through the forest near her hideout, barking orders at her bandits and grumbling about the brats who had once turned her quiet life upside down. But as the hours passed, a peculiar sense of emptiness gnawed at her. The hideout felt.. too quiet. The usual raucous laughter of the boys was missing. Even the faint echo of Luffy's giggles, which seemed to resonate through the walls, had vanished.
Her chest tightened with a feeling she couldn't name—or perhaps didn't want to.
"Oi, where are those brats?" Dadan barked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Her men exchanged uneasy glances, shrugging their shoulders.
"They haven't been around since last night," One of them muttered, earning a glare from her. They hadn't checked it out, since the boys' would sometimes stay over Makino's place.
Dadan's feet carried her to the little room where the boys usually slept, almost against her will. The room was a mess, as it always was, but there was an unmistakable finality to the chaos. Their makeshift beds were unmade, a stray shoe lay in the corner, and Ace's pipe leaned haphazardly against the wall. But the most telling sign was the silence, heavy and unyielding until Dadan's eyes landed on a folded piece of paper resting on Sabo's bed. She hesitated before snatching it up, her fingers trembling slightly. The scrawl was neat, unmistakably Sabo's handwriting.
"To Dadan,
We're sorry for leaving like this, but we couldn't stay any longer. There's a world out there waiting for us, and we have to see it. Thank you for everything you've done for us, even if you pretended not to care. We know you do. Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.
Love, Ace, Sabo, and Luffy"
The letter crumpled slightly in her grip as Dadan clenched her jaw, a familiar anger bubbling to the surface. "Stupid brats," She muttered, her voice thick with emotions. "Running off like that... Who do they think they are?"
Her shoulders sagged as she sat on one of the beds, the weight of their absence settling heavily on her chest. She could still hear their voices in her mind: Ace's gruff determination, Sabo's calm reasoning, Luffy's infectious silly laughter. For years, they had been her chaos, her headaches, her family... and now, they were gone.
She thought back to the nights they spent under her roof, to the days when she was handed the brats by Garp. Ace and Sabo had always shared the responsibility of managing a hyperactive Luffy during the day, who wouldn't stop climbing and jumping off every piece of furniture in the room. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, Luffy would collapse into instant sleep, as if his connection to the sun demanded his rest. Though, that habit of his improving, even if slightly.
On particularly stormy nights, when the rain hammered against the hideout's walls, Dadan would pretend she didn't notice all three of them sneaking into her room for comfort, laying their vulnerability for her to see for the only time. She'd grumble and threaten to throw them out, but she never did. Instead, she'd sit by the door, keeping watch as they huddled together under a single blanket, their soft breathing eventually lulling her into a strange sense of peace.
She glanced out the window, her eyes narrowing at the horizon where the sea met the sky. A part of her, buried deep beneath her gruff exterior, whispered that this was their destiny. They weren't ordinary brats—not by a long shot. She had always felt it. There was something about them that didn't belong to this world, a mystery she couldn't explain but had accepted nonetheless.
"You better not die out there," Dadan whispered, her voice breaking. "Or I'll kill you myself."
In the forest's heart, their laughter fades,
Leaving echoes where memories cascade.
Meanwhile, in the heart of Foosha Village, Makino stood in the bar, cleaning the counter as sunlight streamed through the windows. Her mornings were usually filled with the lively chatter of the ASL trio, their voices echoing through the bar as they begged for food or regaled her with their wild antics. Today, however, the silence was deafening.
She noticed it first when she prepared their usual lunch and realized the plates remained untouched. A creeping unease settled over her as the hours dragged on. By evening, worry had replaced routine. She searched the village, asking the townsfolk if they had seen the boys, but no one had. They were simply... gone.
Returning to the bar, her eyes fell on a piece of paper neatly tucked under a glass. Her heart sank as she picked it up, recognizing Sabo's handwriting instantly.
"Makino,
Thank you for taking care of us and feeding us all these years. We're sorry for leaving so suddenly, but we couldn't stay any longer. Don't worry about us. We'll come back someday, stronger than ever.
Love, Ace, Sabo, and Luffy"
Makino's hands trembled as she held the note. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the words. She pressed the paper to her chest, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. They had left—truly left.
She sank into a chair, staring at the empty bar. Memories flooded her mind: Luffy's toothy grin as he begged for seconds, Ace's awkward but heartfelt thanks after every meal, Sabo's polite compliments on her cooking. She had known this day would come. The boys had always been destined for something greater. But knowing didn't make it any easier.
She thought about the countless nights they spent sleeping on the table of her bar after eating so much they couldn't make it back to Dadan's hideout. Luffy would snuggle up to her apron, claiming it smelled like cake, while Ace and Sabo debated strategies for their next adventure and haul. On quieter nights, she'd catch them on the roof, staring at the starry sky through their bar's windows, with Ace pointing out constellations, their young faces alight with wonder and longing.
Makino rose from her seat and walked to the window, gazing out at the sea. The water sparkled under the midday sun, a vast expanse of endless possibilities. She had always known the boys carried something extraordinary within them. Their energy, their dreams—even their very presence—felt like it belonged to a world beyond this one. It was as if the sea herself had called to them, claiming them as her own.
"Please keep them safe," Makino murmured, her voice barely audible. "Let them find what they're looking for."
Beneath the bar's warm, familiar glow,
Dreams of the sea begin to grow.
That evening, the sun dipped low over the horizon, casting the village in hues of gold and crimson. Dadan stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean, her arms crossed as the wind whipped through her hair. She had come here instinctively, drawn by an unspoken pull.
Makino appeared moments later, her footsteps soft against the grass. She joined Dadan without a word, their shared worry forming an unspoken bond. Together, they gazed out at the endless expanse of water, each lost in their own thoughts.
"They're not normal kids," Dadan said gruffly, breaking the silence.
Makino nodded. "I've always felt it too. There's something... different about them. Something bigger than all of us."
Dadan snorted, though her eyes remained fixed on the horizon. "Whatever it is, it better keep them alive. Those brats better not go getting themselves killed."
Makino smiled faintly, though tears glistened in her eyes. "They'll be okay. They have each other."
As the last light of day faded into twilight, the two women stood side by side, united by their love for the boys who had left an indelible mark on their lives. Though their hearts ached with worry, a quiet hope lingered in the air, carried by the whispers of the sea.
Beneath the stars, their dreams take flight,
Guided by bonds that outshine the night.
Ace felt it first, the gentle rocking of the ship had halted, and soon shouts of dropping the anchor and reaching an island was heard. Ace smiled wide, shaking Sabo first, who jerked awake at once.
"We reached?" Sabo asked, his voice slightly slurry from sleep.
"Yeah, just right now," Ace affirmed, his hands going to wake up their baby brother when Sabo stopped him.
"Don't wake him up. He'll get us caught," Sabo whispered to Ace as he opened the barrel lid and peeked to ensure the coast was clear. "We can carry him to the island and then let him make as much ruckus he wants."
"Good idea," Ace replied back, climbing out of the barrel. He raised his hands for Sabo to pass down their sleepy, drooling baby brother to him. Luffy's sleepy face pressed against Ace's shoulder as he adjusted the boy securely on his back. They needed to get off the ship quickly before anyone noticed.
"I'll take the lead," Sabo whispered, dropping out of the barrel and scouting ahead. Ace followed close behind, carrying Luffy.
The ship seemed eerily empty. The Red-Haired Pirates had either ventured into the island or were fast asleep, which played perfectly into the brothers' plan.
Sabo couldn't help but roll his eyes. "For a crew chasing the title of Emperor, they're pretty lax," Sabo muttered, his voice barely audible.
Once their feet hit solid ground, Ace whispered, "To the forest." He took the lead, instinctively heading toward the dense greenery that seemed to call to him.
"Want to pass him to me, now?" Sabo asked, glancing at Luffy.
"Nah," Ace replied. "It's time to wake him up anyway." He lightly slapped Luffy's cheek, his voice playful as he said, "Luffy, food's ready."
Luffy stirred instantly, his eyes fluttering open. "FO—"
Ace stuffed an apple into his brother's mouth before the loud shout could escape.
"Where's the food, Ace?" Luffy whined, chomping down on the apple as Ace set him on his feet.
"We're gonna catch it," Sabo answered instead, amused at how oblivious their brother was to the fact they were no longer on the ship and Ace trying to stop himself from laughing. Though, that's Nika for them!
"I want gator meat!" Luffy cheered, hopping over a fallen tree.
"Good luck with that. Pretty sure there aren't any gators on this island," Ace said, listening to the whispers of Mother Earth.
Luffy pouted, his excitement dimming for a moment, but then he froze abruptly. His carefree demeanor shifted, and his wide eyes narrowed in sharp focus.
"What's wrong, Luffy?" Sabo asked, alarmed by the sudden change.
Luffy didn't answer. His gaze locked onto a direction toward the village ahead, his instincts flaring like a beacon.
"I feel him," Luffy whispered, his voice filled with wonder he grinned wide. Without waiting for his brothers, he bolted toward the village.
"Oi, Luffy!" Ace shouted, scrambling to chase after him. "Where are you going?!"
"Luffy, wait!" Sabo called, but the youngest of the trio was already weaving through the streets, his feet barely touching the ground.
They followed him as he dashed through small homes and gardens, his pace unrelenting until he reached a clearing. The metallic clang of swords rang through the air, rhythmic and unrelenting, like a heartbeat pounding against the silence of the clearing. Luffy skidded to a halt, his sandals kicking up dust, and his wide, childlike grin stretched even further as his eyes gleamed with recognition.
There, in the middle of the clearly, bathed in twilight, where shadows stretched long and flickered as if alive, whispering secrets to the trees, a young boy about their age stood, wielding three swords. His little fragile body moved like a storm contained in mortal form, every swing of his blade deliberate and precise. The air around him seemed to shimmer, as if it couldn't decide whether to bow in reverence or flee in fear.
Luffy 's wide eyes fixed on the boy. His small chest heaved as an overwhelming sense of familiarity surged through him. For a moment, he couldn't speak. Then, a radiant smile broke across his face.
"ASURA!" He shouted, his voice brimming with joy, cutting through the symphony of steel with a clarity, and without warning, he bolted forward.
The green haired boy froze mid-swing, his swords lowering slightly, as his gaze locked onto the boy who had called out to him. The storm within him stilled for a moment, and his hand tightened around his blade instinctively. Confusion flickered across his face for the briefest moment, but then recognition took over. A slow smile broke across his lips, his stance relaxing.
"Nika?" Asura asked, his voice low and unsure, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before he could react further, Nika bolted forward and flung himself at him, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.
"Asura! I found you!" Nika's laughter rang out like a melody of pure joy, his tiny hands clutching Asura, his face buried in his shoulder, as if afraid he might vanish.
Asura stumbled back slightly, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, but he instinctively dropped his swords to steady the younger boy. "Oi, watch it, Nika! You'll knock us both over!" He grumbled, though there was no real annoyance in his tone. His hand moved to ruffle Nika's hair, a flicker of affection in his movements. "You haven't changed one bit, have you?" He said, his voice gruff but tinged with warmth.
Ace and Sabo burst into the clearing a moment later, panting from the effort of keeping up with Luffy's boundless energy. Ace's jaw dropped, and Sabo blinked in shock at the scene in front of them.
A grin spread across Ace's face, as he recognized the soul before him. "Well, if it isn't the King of Hell himself."
"Still as dramatic as ever," Sabo added, a teasing lilt in his voice as he stepped forward. "Huh, Asura?"
Asura's gaze shifted to the two older boys, his sharp eye narrowing briefly before his small, confident smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Astrus, the god of stars. Tsuisu, the good of moon. It's been a while."
Ace blinked, his jaw dropping slightly. "You.. you remember us?"
"Of course I remember," Asura replied, his tone almost nonchalant. "Hard to forget two loudmouths like you."
Sabo let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "And here I thought I'd never see you again.."
Asura's smirk widened, but his attention quickly returned to Luffy, who was still clinging to him with an iron grip. He sighed and ruffled the younger boy's messy black hair. "You're still as clingy as ever, Nika."
Luffy pulled back just enough to look at Asura, his eyes shining with childlike wonder. "You're really here, Asura! I knew it! I felt you!"
"Yeah, I'm here," Asura said, his voice softening. "And you're still as loud as ever, aren't you?"
Ace crossed his arms, watching the exchange with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "So you're too reborn, huh? Guess that means you've been waiting for us."
"Not exactly," Asura replied, setting Luffy down gently. "But I knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up. Especially with this little guy leading the charge."
Sabo stepped forward, his curiosity getting the better of him. "How long have you been here? And why are you using three swords?"
Asura shrugged, picking up his wooden swords again. "A while. And the three swords? Just felt right."
Ace raised an eyebrow. "That's a weird answer."
"Yeah, well, I'm a weird guy," Asura shot back, a hint of playful defiance in his tone.
Luffy giggled, grabbing one of Asura's hands. "You're not weird! You're the coolest, Asura!"
Asura gave a small laugh, shaking his head. "Still as annoying as ever, huh?"
It was Sabo who noticed it first. The way Asura's gaze kept drifting back to Luffy, as if the boy was the anchor keeping him grounded. It wasn't that Asura didn't care about him and Ace; it was just that his bond with Luffy, with Nika, ran deeper than words could convey.
"You were always closest to him, weren't you?" Sabo said softly, his eyes flicking between Asura and Luffy.
Asura's smirk faded, replaced by something gentler, almost wistful. "Nika's.. different. He always was. No matter how many battles we fought, how many times we were reborn, he was the one constant."
Luffy looked up at Zoro, his grin unwavering. "And you're my Asura. Forever!"
Zoro ruffled Luffy's hair roughly, his smirk returning. "Yeah, yeah. Just try not to burn the world down,again,while you're at it, alright?"
The sun and the storm, the heavens and hell,
Reunited once more, their story to tell.
Garp's heavy footsteps echoed across the wooden floor of Makino's bar as he entered, his gaze immediately falling on the two women sitting quietly at a table. Makino and Dadan were waiting, their expressions somber. Garp grinned at them, though his heart wasn't in it. He was back from his usual rounds, ready to hear the latest gossip or complaints from the village about his adorable grandsons.
But the moment Makino stood up, Garp's smile faltered. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice trembling slightly, "Garp-san.. it's about the boys."
Garp's grin dropped, fearing the worst. "What do you mean? What happened?"
Dadan, who had been leaning back in her chair, spoke next, her tone heavy. "They're gone. All three of them. Left a note."
The words hit Garp like a punch to the gut. His mind raced, trying to make sense of it. "Gone?" He blinked, eyes narrowing. "You sure this isn't just some prank? You know how those brats are, always pulling stunts." His tone was dismissive, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes betrayed his words.
Makino handed him the note. It was scribbled hastily, but it was unmistakably from his grandsons. The words were simple:
"We're going to be stronger just like you, Grandpa, and we won't be back until we are. Don't come looking for us."
Garp's eyes narrowed as he read the note over again, his fists clenching. The familiar itch of anger began to burn in his chest, but his heart twisted too. He turned his gaze to Makino and Dadan, realizing they were both looking at him, waiting for him to say something, to do something.
As if in response, he remembered the news his trusted first mate, Bogard, gave the very morning. Garp's face fell as he connected the dots. He didn't need to be told what it meant. The Red-Haired Pirates were gone as well. This wasn't a prank. They had left, and his grandsons had chosen the same path.
He slammed his fist into the nearest wall, the impact leaving a crater in the wood. The force of it startled Makino and Dadan, but they knew Garp well enough by now. His anger was never just about the moment—it was deeper than that. He knew what this meant.
"They're just like their father.." Garp muttered to himself, but he knew better than that. His voice was low, filled with an anguish that only those who knew him well could understand. His grandsons weren't just normal children with bounty on their little heads. They're gods, free and unbound. But they were also just kids with almost no reminiscent of their divine powers, vulnerable and naive in their own way. The World Government would not let them live, not with what they were, not with what they could become, not with what their actual goal is.
Anger twisted inside him, but so did something else—a pride he couldn't quite shake. They were following the same damn path Roger and Dragon had followed, albeit way too early. The same damn path Garp had tried to prevent them from taking, but it seemed fate had other plans.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Dammit," He muttered, turning to leave. "Dammit, I should have known better."
He didn't share his thoughts with Makino or Dadan. There was no point. They would never understand the danger the boys were walking into. They might have their own strength, but they were still children, without any powers, without their full potential unlocked. And the world wouldn't show them mercy.
Without a word, Garp walked out the door. He couldn't stay here. His grandsons were out there, and he was going to find them. His trusted crew, the marines who would follow his every command without question, would help him. He ordered them to search for the trio immediately, even as he knew deep down how futile the task might be. But he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
He could feel it in the air—an inevitability. The world was shifting. The boys, with their vast potential, would never fit into it. The sea, the land, the sky—it would all be too small for them.
As he walked toward the shore, Garp paused, staring out at the ocean, the salty wind tugging at his coat, his eyes distant as they traced the horizon. For a moment, he was lost to the world, a man adrift in the vastness of the ocean before him. His mind, usually a whirlwind of action and decision, was quiet, like the calm before a storm.
The words from the note echoed in his mind, over and over. It was simple, childlike in its innocence. But Garp knew it wasn't innocence that drive them. It was the call of something ancient, something far beyond the years.
The sea, endless and untouchable, seemed to stretch forever, its depths hiding secrets older than the world itself. Garp's gaze hardened. They were just children. Gods, yes, but children still, caught between the weight of their birthright and the fragility of their human hearts. It was a dangerous thing to be, a fire that could either light the way or burn everything to ash.
He clenched his fist around the brim of his hat. "I've always tried to keep you safe, brats. But you... you don't want to be kept. Do you?"
The wind howled, as if answering him, and Garp felt the answer in the air, in the rhythm of the waves. It wasn't just his grandsons who were lost—it was the world itself, drifting on the edge of something far greater. The gods were rising again. It had begun.
"I'm coming for you," Garp promised, his voice a low rumble but the words felt too small for what he truly meant. The sea seemed to stretch farther, as if time itself slowed for just a heartbeat, and Garp stood there, the man who had once chased the winds of destiny now waiting to follow them. "And I'm not going to let the world government take you from me."
As the wind carried his words to the heavens, Garp turned his back on the village, his heart a turbulent storm of pride, fear and love as he walked toward the unknown.
But what was the point of looking for them? they had already set their course and the seas would never be the same again.
The winds will carry them where the world can't follow,
And in their wake, the stars will burn, bright and hollow.
A/n:
So, how many months did I made you guys wait for the chapter :'D. (I am sorry about it though!)
I updated the second and third chapters, adding the similar mystic and poetic touch to them too. Maybe that was the reason I didn't want to continue earlier? (A lame excuse, I guess).
Anyways, what do you guys think about the new predicament? Who is this Asura, the king of Hell? (Though, I am pretty much sure you guys have already guessed who that directionless idiot is gonna be!)
Also, what do you guys think will happen in the next chapter (I'll try to get that one done by next month—sorry, if it's a long time)?
Thank you for reading and waiting for the update!
Have a nice day/night!