One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The deck of the Going Merry was now a complete mess.

The ships that were once filled with laughter and joy are now covered with shocking scorch marks left by lightning strikes.

Nami knelt in a pool of blood in the center of the deck, her hands covered in blood, trembling as she pressed on the charred, penetrating wound in Viktor's chest.

"Idiot...you big idiot!!"

Large tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto Viktor's bloodless face.

"Who told you to be so stubborn... Why did you have to shoulder everything alone...?"

"If you die... I will absolutely, absolutely never forgive you..."

Beside her, Sanji and Usopp lay unconscious on the ground, their bodies emitting smoke.

But Viktor's injuries were undoubtedly the most severe—he had taken a direct hit from tens of millions of volts of lightning and suffered penetrating wounds.

Fear gripped Nami's heart like a cold hand.

Her psychological defenses completely crumbled, and she even hesitated to reach out and check Viktor's breath, fearing that the result would cause her to break down.

"Calm down... Nami... You're the navigator... You have to save him..."

Nami, fighting back tears, frantically tried to treat Viktor's severe electric shock and bleeding wounds using the only first-aid kit left on the ship.

"Loosen your grip... loosen the knife..."

Although Viktor was unconscious, he still gripped his knife tightly in his right hand.

His fingers were stiff and spasming from the intense electric shock, and his knuckles turned white.

Nami used a lot of effort, even breaking her fingers until they ached, before she finally managed to take the knife from his hand and put it aside.

Seeing Viktor's once strong body now covered in charred wounds, Nami's hands trembled violently.

But when she looked up at the distant sky, her eyes, behind her tears, became more resolute than ever before.

Just then.

"Everyone----!!!"

A loud, energetic shout broke the silence.

Luffy finally got rid of that damned giant python, and burst out of the forest covered in leaves and slime.

He twitched his nose as he ran:

"It smells so good! I smell barbecue... Is dinner ready...? Huh?"

The smile on Luffy's face froze completely the moment he saw the view on the deck.

There was no barbecue, no banquet.

What came into his view was Sanji lying in a pool of blood, his life hanging in the balance; Usopp, his body charred black; and Viktor, barely breathing.

And then there's Nami kneeling in a pool of blood, covered in blood and tears.

"..."

Luffy didn't shout or yell as usual, nor did he jump around in a panic.

He slowly stopped and lowered the brim of his straw hat.

The shadows obscured his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

But the surrounding air seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

A suffocatingly low pressure emanated from the captain, who was usually so jovial.

"...Who did this?"

The voice was deep and suppressed, like a volcano about to erupt.

Seemingly sensing Luffy's intense aura, Viktor, who had been unconscious, twitched his fingers slightly.

"cough……"

Viktor struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

He tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wound, and Nami hurriedly pressed him down: "Don't move! The wound will reopen!"

"Ahem... Don't make that deadpan face, Captain."

Viktor's voice was hoarse, but he still managed a weak smile:

"He's not dead yet..."

Luffy looked up abruptly, saw Viktor awake, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated for a moment before he immediately asked:

"Victor! Was it done by that so-called 'god'?!"

"what……"

Viktor took a breath, a cold smile curving his lips:

"That guy... is a lightning man who ate the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. I managed to repel him, but I couldn't stop him."

"He went to the top of the 'giant bean vine'...where his ark was moored, and he wanted to destroy the floating island."

At this point, Victor looked at Luffy, a glint of light flashing in his eyes:

"Luffy, listen up."

"Lightning may be invincible... but your rubber body is a non-conductive insulator."

"You are the only natural enemy in this world who can ignore his lightning."

"Go, Captain."

Victor pointed to the overcast sky above:

"Only you can beat him up."

"Smash that guy...right down from the sky!"

"Is that even a question?!"

Luffy roared to the sky, his voice echoing through the heavens.

Without any hesitation, he adjusted his straw hat, turned, and sprinted towards the giant bean vine, his retreating figure burning with a flame of rage.

"Enel!!! Wash your neck clean and you're ready!!!"

Watching Luffy's departing figure, Victor felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and his body went limp again.

He turned his stiff neck and looked around.

Nami was looking at him with tears streaming down her face, her hair disheveled, and her whole body in a sorry state.

"Victor! That's great...you're awake..."

Nami cried out, her voice filled with lingering fear:

"I'll take you away right now... Let's escape... Forget about the gold, as long as you live..."

Victor did not speak.

He doesn't even have the strength to lift his upper body now.

But when he looked at Nami's face, which was crying for him, an overwhelming emotion welled up inside him.

Sudden.

Viktor extended his still-functioning right hand, the scorched palm, and precisely and forcefully gripped the back of Nami's neck.

"Why?"

Nami was taken aback.

next second.

Viktor suddenly pulled the unsuspecting Nami towards himself.

Nami cried out in surprise and lost her balance, falling downwards.

Before she could react, Viktor fiercely sealed her lips with his.

"Ugh!!"

This wasn't the usual gentle, half-hearted approach, nor was it flirting.

It was a deep kiss filled with the madness of surviving a catastrophe, tinged with blood, asserting sovereignty, and offering reassurance.

Both of them had a metallic taste of blood in their mouths, but at that moment, neither of them cared about that anymore.

Nami stared wide-eyed in surprise at Viktor, who was standing right in front of her.

Then, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes again, and she slowly closed them.

She didn't push him away; instead, she gripped Viktor's tattered clothes tightly with both hands, responding to him passionately and clumsily.

The two seemed to be using this method to confirm that they were still alive and that the temperature was real.

a long time.

Lip points.

Both of them were breathing rapidly.

Viktor, panting heavily, stared intently at Nami, whose face was now completely red. His usually calm gaze had turned fiery.

He extended his thumb and wiped the blood from Nami's lips, a wicked smile playing on his lips:

"...You are mine."

"Those long earlobes... I can't take you away from you."

Hearing this domineering yet somewhat childish declaration, Nami felt like she was about to burst into flames.

Her body went limp, collapsing against his bandaged chest, burying her face deep inside, too afraid to look up at him.

What began as quiet sobbing turned into angry, self-deprecating punches—light, playful blows.

"……rogue."

Nami's voice was muffled, yet it conveyed a deep and unwavering attachment:

"I will always be yours."