Nico Robin of the Jungle
Once a brilliant archeologist from the fabled island of Ohara, Nico Robin's world was shattered when the Navy destroyed her home. Cast adrift on the vast seas, fate brought her to Bukuvvu, a wild, untamed island where no man dared to venture. But Robin wasn't like anyone else—here, among the apes, lions, and towering trees, she would find a new life that no outsider could understand.
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.
That's going to be one big boo-boo.
Ape, more intelligent than a rocket scientist, took Robin to the legendary Ape Mountain.
Twenty-two years later
The Great Ape Mountain, home to the 'Great Apes' of the jungle and shaped like an ape's face for your convenience, sounded with the catchy beating of drums. A group of Gorillas hurdled in a drum circle within the lush jungle foliage, beating their large hands atop some bongos. The sounds of their beating drums reached the high treetops, where Nico Robin was swinging swiftly from vines.
Robin made a sharp, commanding call, echoing through the jungle canopy as she swung effortlessly from vine to vine. Her firm and graceful body moved perfectly with the wild world around her. The wind tugged at her leopard-skin outfit, her dark hair flowing behind her like a banner of her reign. From below, the chimps and apes looked up in awe, their Queen moving through the trees as if she were born to the jungle. The Primates were then given quite the view of what was underneath the leopard skin.
The gorillas continued to play drums, creating a beat for their queen as she turned. Smiling, Robin enjoyed their musical accompaniment as she performed an athletic backflip mid-air and activated her Devil fruit power.
"Mil Fleur!"
Several arms sprouted from two trees, forming a chain Robin grabbed onto. She swung up and landed in the tree's canopy with more of her fellow apes. Robin perched gracefully on a thick branch, her fellow apes gathering around her in curiosity. With a knowing smile, she reached between her breasts and produced a perfectly ripe banana, much to their delight. The apes chattered and hooted, their eyes wide with wonder. Robin chuckled—no matter how often she surprised them, they never quite understood her clever hiding places. It usually baffled her fellow apes at what she could fit between those two large coconuts, as they typically refer to them.
Robin only smiled amusingly to her fellow apes. Their simple minds were quite amusing to the Jungle Queen.
"Such a lovely day in the Jungle. The Bananas have certainly gotten a lot bigger," She said.
The Other apes all grunted and hooted in response to their beloved Queen. Robin smiled, peeling the banana before taking a bit of the tip. All the while, the Jungle Queen surveyed her domain from the tree's canopy.
Twenty-two years later, the once promising archeologist had grown into a Swinging Jungle Queen. Once a lost girl, now the Queen of all the Bukuvvu island. Life in the jungle had become everything Robin could have ever hoped for. Though her childhood was marked by tragedy, the jungle gave her something she never expected: a home, a family, and a kingdom. Here, amidst the towering trees and wild beasts, she had grown stronger—both in body and spirit.
She often thought of her mother, of Saul, and the promise she made to live on. Robin had done more than survive—she had thrived. And in the eyes of her ape family, she wasn't just another human. She was their queen, their protector, their everything.
However, as the Queen of the Jungle, Robin protects her subjects from troublemakers, most notably unruly predators. As the Jungle Queen was face to face with a growling leopard, she showed no fear in the face of the growling predator. Instead, she gave a sly smirk to the leopard. The leopard's muscles coiled, eyes locked onto Robin, ready to pounce. But Robin didn't flinch. She stood tall, her arms calmly crossed over her chest, a sly smile tugging at her lips. As the beast leaped toward her with deadly intent, Robin's voice rang out, clear and powerful.
"Mil Fleur!"
In an instant, spectral arms sprouted from the earth, catching the leopard mid-air. It snarled and thrashed, but Robin's conjured arms held fast, wrapping around its powerful body like a snake. Robin ended the fight with a simple twist of her hand, bones snapping echoing through the jungle. As the leopard's lifeless form fell to the ground, Robin lowered her arms, her smile returning—no challenge was too great for the Queen of the Jungle.
Robin stood before the mirror in her treehouse, her reflection framed by the lush greenery peeking through the open windows. There, she wore the hide of the Leopard she had killed. Its spotted coat was reduced to a strapless bikini top, which hardly concealed her busty frame and a small loincloth of fur held at each side by some black laces. She ran her fingers over her new bikini's smooth, spotted fabric, admiring how the leopard's coat had been transformed into something elegant and fierce. Each stitch was a testament to her resourcefulness, a skill she had honed over the years living in the jungle.
She turned slightly, inspecting how the material hugged her curves and smiled pleasantly. The leopard had been a formidable opponent, but now, its once-threatening presence was reduced to a garment symbolizing her dominance over the wild.
"Perfect," she murmured, tilting her head as she adjusted the strap. "Practical, yet stylish. And a reminder to any other predators who think they can challenge me."
Standing there, she couldn't help but reflect on how far she had come from a lost girl washed ashore to the queen of Bukuvvu, capable of turning even the jungle's dangers into her triumphs. The bikini wasn't just clothing; it was a symbol of her survival, her strength, and her ability to adapt.
She smirked at her reflection, brushing her hair back. "I think it suits me," she said to no one in particular, yet fully aware that her animal companions, watching from the shadows, would silently agree.
However, Robin often joins some of the apes' customers in the Jungle's tranquil moments, such as the always fun game of coconut ball.
Robin often joined the apes in their leisurely jungle games, savoring moments of peace between her duties as the Jungle Queen. Today, she was playing a spirited coconut ball with her fellow gorillas. The jungle echoed with laughter and the rhythmic beat of paws and feet as they dashed across a makeshift court separated by a vine net.
One of the gorillas on the opposing side bounced the coconut high, sending it soaring toward her. Robin jumped up with a swift, graceful leap, her hand connecting with the coconut in a powerful spike. The coconut arced over the net, smashing onto the ground and splitting open, spilling fresh coconut water and pulp. The gorillas on her side cheered, their delighted grunts and victorious chest-beating filling the air. Robin laughed, a bright smile spreading across her face as she exchanged gleeful nods with her teammates.
There were also the always fun swinging parties the apes liked to have.
Robin moved gracefully to the rhythm of the drums, raising her arms high above her head as she swayed to the beat. The gorillas pounded their bongos enthusiastically, each beat echoing through the jungle, energizing the air. Her hips moved in smooth, fluid motions, matching the rhythm with effortless grace as if the music flowed through her veins.
The gorillas watched their queen with eyes wide in admiration, their hands never missing a beat. They reveled in the sight of her dance, a celebration of freedom, strength, and unity. Robin's smile was warm and knowing, her gaze occasionally meeting theirs as she twirled and dipped, her dark hair flowing like a waterfall behind her.
She moved with a confidence that was impossible to ignore, each step and sway a playful reminder of her command over the jungle and its creatures. Occasionally, the gorillas would glimpse her toned figure as she spun, her top and loincloth fluttering with the movement, often revealing what the leopard skin concealed to the apes.
Robin's smirk grew whenever she noticed their wide-eyed stares. She was well aware of her effect on her jungle companions, and she enjoyed teasing them, her charm and beauty adding to the moment's magic. With a wink and a flick of her hair, she spun around, letting the beat carry her. This was more than just a dance; it was a celebration of life in the jungle—a bond between Robin and her companions, a silent understanding that she was not just their queen but a part of their wild, untamed world.
The drums grew louder and faster as the rhythm built to a crescendo. Robin's movements quickened, her body twirling in a blur of leopard spots and dark hair, the jungle around her seeming to pulse in time with the music. As the beat finally slowed, she stopped, catching her breath, a satisfied smile on her lips as the gorillas cheered and hooted, pounding their drums in applause.
Perched high in the canopy, Robin savored the soothing sounds of waves rolling onto the distant beach—a rhythmic lullaby that seemed to sync with the heartbeat of her jungle domain. From this lofty vantage, the Jungle Queen surveyed her kingdom, her sharp eyes catching the shimmer of the ocean's horizon through breaks in the dense greenery. Sunlight dappled her leopard-skin attire, highlighting her sweat-dappled skin that glistened like polished amber—a mark of her life under the sun and among the untamed wild.
Robin's thoughts wandered as she rested against the sturdy branch. Years had passed since her arrival at Ape Mountain, where her ape family had embraced her despite her strange powers. This jungle wasn't just home; it was her sanctuary, each tree and creature a part of her story. She sighed, the weight of those memories bittersweet, as though the past clung to the vines that stretched around her.
"Robin! Robin!" The familiar voice jolted her back to the present. Robin turned just as Chopper swung into view, his vine fraying mid-air. Her reflexes kicked in—several spectral arms sprouted from the branches, catching him mid-fall and setting him gently on her branch.
"Are you okay, Chopper?" Robin asked, her voice warm with affection as she patted his head.
"Thanks to you, Robin!" Chopper said, his wide eyes still betraying his earlier fright. "That was close."
Robin smirked, holding up her book. "What were you up to? Swinging and reading don't usually mix well."
Chopper tilted his head. "I wasn't swinging; I was tracking the baboons! What's your book about?"
Before Robin could answer, a sharp squawk split the air. "Tookie, Tookie!" Her toucan majordomo flapped toward them, his feathers ruffled and his eyes full of urgency.
"Tookie, what's wrong?" Robin asked as the toucan perched on a nearby branch, nodding and gesturing frantically with his beak.
"The baboons are back?" Robin guessed.
A shrill, exasperated chirp confirmed her suspicion. Chopper groaned, clutching Robin's arm. "Not again!"
Robin chuckled, her grin widening. "Well, it seems another lesson is due." With a graceful leap, she grabbed the nearest vine and swung into action, her jungle cry echoing through the treetops. Chopper clung tightly to her back as the branches and vines blurred past, Robin's form an effortless force of nature navigating her untamed world.
Ape stood at the treehouse entrance, flapping his arms and shouting in vain as a troop of baboons chattered and pelted him with banana peels. "Shoo-shoo! How many times must I tell you, this is no place to loiter!" he scolded, trying to dodge the barrage of overripe fruit.
A banana peel landed squarely on Ape's face, making him exasperate as he heard Robin's clear, confident call echo through the trees. She swung gracefully onto the porch, landing with a practiced ease that made the rowdy baboons freeze momentarily.
"Robin, thank heavens you're here!" Ape said, gesturing helplessly at the baboons swarming the roof. "Look at what they're doing to the treehouse!"
With her hands planted firmly on her hips, Robin looked up sternly at the baboons. "I thought they'd learned their lesson. Don't worry, Father—I'll handle it."
Crossing her arms, Robin activated her Devil Fruit power. "Mil Fleur!"
Dozens of spectral arms sprang up from the treehouse, each swiftly reaching out to capture a baboon by its scruffy neck or swishing tail. The baboons squealed as Robin's conjured hands delivered a few sharp swats to their red behinds, sending them scrambling in every direction. Some fled to the ground, while others leaped into nearby trees, shrieking their outrage. The apes watching below hooted with approval, clearly enjoying the show of Robin's justice.
"You'd think they'd know better by now," Robin said, smirking as she lowered her arms. She glanced back at Ape, who still had a banana peel clinging to his brow.
"Perhaps next time, Robin, a little quicker?" he sighed, swiping the peel away with a touch of dignity.
Robin chuckled, brushing a bit of stray fruit from his shoulder. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Father."
Suddenly, Tookie flapped down urgently, squawking with news of another disturbance deep in the jungle. With her conjured arms tossing her a vine, Robin gave Ape a parting smile before swinging off into the trees, prepared to tackle the next adventure.