One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The morning light in Baltigue carries the unique coolness and brightness of the desert.

Light seeped quietly into this secluded underground room through the gaps in the hard, thick stone window frames.

The beam of light traced out fine dust particles in the air, bringing a touch of warmth and vitality to the originally dim room.

On the large, slightly messy bed, Victor and Robin had actually been awake for some time.

However, neither of them tacitly chose to speak and break the rare tranquility.

They simply nestled quietly in the soft bedding, savoring and appreciating the tranquility and ambiguity that belonged only to each other, far removed from the hustle and bustle.

Because this time, the lively navigator Nami wasn't there to share that incredible "pressure."

Having endured Victor's relentless "onslaught" all night long, Robin was now completely exhausted.

She seemed to melt into a pool of soft, boneless spring water, lying limply on Victor's broad, muscular chest, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.

Normally, this mature woman always maintained a mysterious, calm, and cunning facade, but at this moment her face appeared exceptionally gentle and languid.

Her long, black hair, like a waterfall, cascaded freely over Victor's arms and snow-white skin.

The deep satisfaction and allure emanating from her eyes and brows clearly indicated that she had received ample care and affection the previous night.

Victor held the naked Robin tightly in his arms, his broad, warm hands gently stroking her smooth back, soothing her tired body.

Feeling each other's steady and strong heartbeats, the two began to chat softly about their plans in the warm bed.

Viktor talked about the upcoming high-intensity, domineering special training.

Robin softly expressed her anticipation for the unknown historical texts, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Just as the two were enjoying this absolutely private morning time.

A crisp "bang" sounded.

The wooden door to the room was suddenly pushed open without warning.

Outside the door came the energetic, clear, and melodious voice of Kerla, a revolutionary army cadre:

Good morning, you two!

"Chief Dorag sent me to call you for breakfast..."

Before Klara could finish her energetic words, her voice abruptly stopped, like a duck being suddenly choked.

Her bright, large eyes widened instantly as she stared intently at the arousing and erotic scene unfolding on the large bed.

Although they were covered by a blanket, the two were embracing each other, and there were men's and women's coats and underwear scattered on the ground, some of them torn.

All of this demonstrates the fierce battle that took place last night.

The air still held a lingering, intense, ambiguous atmosphere.

Kerla's face instantly turned red to her ears at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked as if she had turned into a ripe red apple, with steam practically rising from her head.

"Bang!"

With a terrifying speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, she suddenly took a step back and slammed the door shut with great force.

Immediately afterwards, her humiliated and indignant scream echoed from the previously quiet corridor outside the door:

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"You two... why don't you lock the door when you sleep?!"

Despite the frantic screams from Koala outside the door, Victor and Robin on the bed showed no signs of panic at being caught in the act.

Instead, they exchanged a knowing glance and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Victor was the first to break free from Robin's warm and fragrant embrace, leaving this intoxicating haven of tenderness without a second thought.

He nimbly rolled off the bed, revealing his strong and well-proportioned muscles.

He picked up the clothes scattered all over the ground one by one, and thoughtfully handed Robin's clothes to her. Then the two of them began to calmly get dressed.

A moment later, Victor reached out and opened the door.

In the corridor, Kella was seen with her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, leaning against the cold wall, panting heavily.

Upon closer inspection, her delicate cheeks and slender neck still retained a rosy hue that had not completely faded.

Robin, dressed neatly, had completely regained her dignified, elegant, intellectual, and composed demeanor.

She walked out the door in her high heels, and even walked up to Kerr with a smile, giving her a calm "Good morning" greeting.

His nonchalant expression made it seem as if nothing had happened in the room.

This only made the already shy Kella even more flustered and embarrassed.

Under Kella's somewhat resentful and evasive leadership.

The three walked through the corridor to the spacious dining room of the Revolutionary Army headquarters for a meal.

At the dinner table, Victor displayed the astonishing appetite typical of pirates.

He devoured the mountain of meat and food in front of him like a whirlwind, his terrifying eating speed and bottomless appetite causing the disciplined revolutionary soldiers around him, who were also carrying their plates, to stop and secretly gasp in astonishment.

Robin sat beside him, gracefully eating a simple salad.

She would often thoughtfully hand him water, her eyes full of indulgence and tenderness.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, the conscientious Kella quickly adjusted to her work mode.

She led the two on a tour of Baltimore's vast underground base, giving them a brief introduction and familiarizing them with the various functional areas of headquarters.

They passed through bustling weapons forging workshops, soldiers' training grounds filled with shouts of battle, and various well-equipped living facilities.

This gave Viktor a direct understanding of the Revolutionary Army's strengths.

After the pilgrimage, it was time to get down to business.

Koala, accompanied by Robin who was filled with anticipation for the ancient documents, headed to the Revolutionary Army's most heavily guarded archive, which contained countless secrets of the world and fragments of history.

Viktor, however, did not travel with them.

At the fork in the corridor, he briefly said goodbye to Robin and then followed the complicated route he had just asked Koala for, walking alone through the long and quiet underground corridor.

He strode confidently toward the Revolutionary Army Chief of Staff Sabo's private training room and bedroom.

Viktor stopped in front of a heavy steel gate.

He raised his head, and all the tenderness instantly vanished from his once languid and deep black eyes.

Then, he slowly extended his large, bony hand and forcefully pushed open Sabo's door.