One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

High in the sky, the thunderclouds that seemed capable of devouring everything finally dissipated.

"Waaaaahh ...

Having delivered the final blow, Luffy exhausted all his strength and fell from the clouds like a leaf.

"Luffy!"

Robin, who was already prepared, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and countless arms grew out from behind her, forming a gentle net that belonged to her.

"A Riot of Colors: Flower Net!"

Countless arms intertwined to form a giant net, steadily catching the falling captain.

"Luffy!!" Chopper rushed over crying and hugged the injured Luffy tightly, wiping his snot and tears all over him.

Not far away, the seriously injured Vaipa lay on a stretcher.

This "war demon," who had never bowed to anyone, looked at the figure of the straw-hatted boy, tears streaming down his resolute face.

His lips trembled as he whispered:

"……Thanks."

……

The other side of the sky.

Although he was defeated, Enel did not die.

Piloting the severely damaged ark "Proverbs," he resolutely flew towards the distant stars in his final moments.

"Hmph, those monkeys from Qinghai..."

He gazed at the increasingly distant floating island, his eyes filled not with lingering attachment, but with a yearning for the unknown.

The gloom that had shrouded the sky island completely dissipated, and the Ark transformed into a shooting star, flying towards the "infinite land" he had always dreamed of.

Above the ruins of Angel Island.

Gan Foul and the chief of Shandia stood together at the age of 30.

Under the witness of the golden bell that had just resounded through the sky, both sides finally realized...

The "Island of the Gods" they fought over for four hundred years was actually their common homeland—Bath.

Hatred melts away with the tolling of the bells.

At such a moment, no need for many words, just a grand feast.

Although homes have been destroyed, as long as people are alive, there is hope.

……

Night falls, and the makeshift stone house campsite is set up.

"Everyone, don't move! The bandages aren't properly applied yet!"

Chopper was busy running around, changing the bandages for Zoro, Waipa, and Victor, who were all seriously injured.

Inside Victor's room.

Although the vital organs were avoided, the body had indeed reached its limit.

Viktor lay weakly on the stone bed, his upper body wrapped in thick bandages, revealing only his deep eyes.

Even so, he still held the black notebook and a pen in his hand, struggling to write something down.

"Click".

The door was pushed open.

Nami came in carrying a tray of medicine.

When she saw Viktor still working in this state, her brows furrowed instantly, her eyes filled with both heartache and a hint of suppressed anger.

"You're injured like this, what are you still writing in that tattered notebook for?"

Nami strode over, snatched the pen and notebook from Viktor's hand, and threw them onto the table.

Then, she turned to Chopper, who was mixing the ointment, and said:

"Chopper, you go take care of Luffy and the others. I'll handle Viktor's midnight bandage change."

Chopper paused for a moment, then nodded, touched.

"Okay! I'll have to leave it to you, Nami! I was just worried about how busy I was! You'll be a huge help!"

The innocent little reindeer was unaware of the unusual atmosphere in the room.

He ran out with his medicine box in his arms, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

……

Late at night, moonlight streamed through the holes in the stone roof, spilling onto the stone bed like mercury.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing, and the occasional cheers from the banquet outside the window.

Viktor looked at Nami standing by the bed, backlit, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"My navigator, your eyes don't look like you're applying medicine to me, they look more like you're... murdering your husband."

Nami didn't say anything.

She put down the medicine tray in her hand without expression.

The next second, she made a move that shocked Viktor.

Nami took off her sandals and climbed directly onto the stone bed.

She spread her legs and straddled Victor's waist and abdomen.

Because Viktor was severely injured and unable to resist, he could only let her look down at him from above.

Her long orange hair fell to Victor's chest, the ends brushing lightly against his bandages, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

Viktor's breath hitched, his eyes instantly darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Nami... I'm seriously injured right now, I can't take any more strain..."

"Shut up."

Nami suddenly leaned down, placing her hands on either side of Viktor's head, trapping him beneath her.

By the moonlight, Viktor could see her face clearly—her eyes were red-rimmed, and there were still traces of fear and tears in her eyes.

"It's always like this..."

Nami's voice trembled, yet carried an unprecedented firmness:

"Always protecting everyone behind him while risking his life... whether it's fighting Crocodile or that Enel..."

"Who do you think you are? A god? Or immortal?"

Nami's icy fingers gently traced the charred bandage on Viktor's chest, her fingertips trembling violently, as if it were a wound etched into her heart.

"Do you know... I thought you were really going to die..."

"This is punishment."

Before she could finish speaking, Nami lowered her head and kissed Viktor's lips.

Unlike the kiss on the deck before, this time she was extremely aggressive.

She was in complete control of the relationship.

Nami forcefully pried open Viktor's teeth with the tip of her tongue, stealing his breath.

It was as if she wanted to convey all her unease, fear, and love to him through this kiss.

"Well……"

She rubbed slowly against Viktor, even through his clothes and bandages.

Viktor could still clearly feel the girl's amazing softness, her gradually rising temperature, and her rapid heartbeat.

As a man, how could I possibly remain indifferent at a time like this?

Although Viktor's arms were weak, he still managed to raise his hand and hold Nami's slender waist.

He responded to her enthusiasm with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, letting her run rampant in his territory.

a long time.

At the moment of parting lips.

Their breathing became rapid and heavy.

Nami, panting, pressed her forehead against Viktor's, their noses touching. Her brown eyes were hazy, yet held a domineering air of assertiveness.

"Listen up, Viktor."

"You are my first mate, and your life... is mine too."

Nami's fingers dug into Viktor's hair, gripping it tightly.

"From now on, without my permission... you are not allowed to die, nor are you allowed to get yourself into this state."

Viktor looked at the assertive little wildcat in front of him, his eyes full of affection, and chuckled:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nami bit her lip, a fleeting hint of shyness in her eyes, then leaned down again, whispering sweetly in Viktor's ear:

"besides……"

"Tonight, even if you can't move... you have to stay with me..."

The camera slowly pans to the bright moon outside the window.

Inside the stone house, the candlelight flickered.

The faint rustling of clothes could be heard, along with deliberately suppressed yet still alluring breaths.

That night was more moving than the chimes of the Golden Bell.