One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Inside the underground training ground, the intense collisions and roars finally subsided.

The intense Armament Haki training session between Viktor and Sabo, aimed at pushing their limits, has temporarily come to an end.

As the two were catching their breath and calming the surging domineering energy within them, the heavy, thick steel door was suddenly pushed open abruptly.

A revolutionary intelligence officer, his face filled with anxiety and his uniform still damp with the dust from the outside world, strode in.

He stopped directly in front of Sabo and gave a crisp, standard military salute.

The intelligence officer was panting heavily and was about to give his report when he caught a glimpse of Viktor wiping Black Blade Autumn Water with a white cloth.

His expression suddenly froze, his eyes filled with obvious apprehension.

His hesitant expression clearly demonstrated the highly confidential nature of the information he was about to report.

Viktor, who had witnessed the entire scene, chuckled lightly without any apparent concern.

Accompanied by a clear "clang" sound from the sword.

He wisely sheathed Qiu Shui and turned to leave, giving the group of revolutionaries space to discuss confidential matters.

"Wait, Kurenai."

Just as Victor took half a step, a strong hand grabbed his arm tightly.

Sabo turned his head, his azure eyes revealing an unwavering determination, and directly gave the order to the intelligence officer:

"There's no need to hide it; he's not an outsider."

"Report any emergencies immediately!"

With the Chief of the General Staff's order, the intelligence agents no longer hesitated.

He immediately reached into his pocket, carefully pulled out a letter with tattered edges, and reported to his superior in a very fast voice:

"Chief of Staff! Something has happened to our important intelligence division stationed in a kingdom somewhere on the Grand Line!"

"After a long period of infiltration, our comrades gathered top-secret intelligence that was enough to bring down the country's corrupt leadership, but unfortunately, the news leaked out."

"They suffered a devastating blow, completely eradicating their threat!"

The intelligence officer's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled slightly with anger and grief:

"The entire branch was almost wiped out..."

"During the desperate breakout, only one seriously wounded comrade managed to escape back to headquarters, carrying this heart-wrenching plea for help and fragments of intelligence!"

Upon hearing this devastating report, Sabo's relaxed smile, which had been present after their sparring session, vanished instantly.

A chilling, bone-chilling murderous aura suddenly burst forth from the eyes of this revolutionary army's second-in-command.

He took the heavy, blood-stained letter, turned around, and looked at Victor standing beside him.

A cold, ruthless smile slowly curved Sabo's lips:

"So, First mate of the Worst Generation, interested in joining me for some fun?"

Faced with this straightforward invitation, Viktor's inherent warlike nature was completely ignited.

He chuckled softly, casually stretching his neck, which was sore from the special training.

"That's a good suggestion. Perfect timing..."

A dangerous glint flashed in Viktor's deep eyes.

"I'm actually hoping for a suitable place where I can stretch my legs a bit and test what I've learned today."

Sabo smiled with satisfaction upon receiving Viktor's resounding affirmation.

He patted Viktor's broad shoulder forcefully, leaving behind a crisp "See you tomorrow."

Sabo then quickly left with the intelligence officer to coordinate the bloody emergency rescue and counterattack operation overnight.

After he left, the empty underground training ground fell silent once again.

Victor did not choose to go back to rest immediately.

He remained alone on this site riddled with craters and cracks, his mind replaying every detail of his previous battle with Sabo, frantically processing his advanced Armament Haki insights into internal destruction.

The eerie blue lightning and the dark red aura intertwined and flickered in the underground space.

He then underwent several hours of intense, grueling training alone.

Viktor only stopped moving when the sky, which was being pushed to its limit, gradually darkened through the ventilation vents above him.

His chest heaved violently, his body steaming with heat and drenched in sweat, as he strode back to his room for a hot shower.

"Click".

Victor reached out and pushed open the door.

A unique, aged scent of ink, characteristic of books, wafts towards you along with the warm glow of the lamplight.

What comes into view is Robin's breathtakingly beautiful profile, so focused it takes your breath away.

She was sitting upright in the chair in front of her desk, carefully turning the pages of a thick ancient book in her hands, under the soft glow of the wall lamp.

Her desk, and even the wooden floor at her feet, were piled haphazardly with all sorts of books and parchment scrolls.

This is clearly a treasure that the inquisitive archaeologist collected from the revolutionary army's library.

Noticing the slight sound of the door being pushed open, Robin immediately pulled himself away from the vast sea of ​​books.

She put down the heavy book in her hand.

When she looked up, her usually rational eyes instantly softened into a pool of gentle spring water the moment they met Viktor's gaze.

She gave him a sweet smile.

Caught off guard, Robin sat in the chair and naturally stretched out in a big yawn.

With this stretching movement.

Her close-fitting dark knit sweater was instantly stretched tight.

This movement revealed her mature, voluptuous, and stunning curves, exuding a fatal allure unique to mature women.

Robin stretched out her fair fingers and gently rubbed her shoulders, which were a little sore from sitting at her desk for a long time.

Her tone carried a hint of unguarded languor and the satisfaction of a scholar:

"Ah... reading all day long is really tiring."

"However, it is also because of these documents that we have learned many incredible historical secrets."

Looking at this unadorned and beautiful home scene before me.

Viktor's eyes, which had been somewhat calm due to fatigue, instantly turned dark and deep.

Ignoring the sweat still clinging to his body, he strode to his desk.

Without a word, Victor bent down and used his strong arms to lift Robin up from the chair, passing under her knees and back.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness as her feet left the ground caused Robin to let out a soft gasp in Victor's broad embrace.

As soon as they got close, a masculine scent, a mixture of wild hormones and the heavy smell of sweat after training, instantly filled Robin's nostrils.

A blush of embarrassment involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

She stretched out her soft hands and symbolically pushed Victor's chest gently.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

Robin slightly furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, but her tone was full of coquettishness and indulgence.

"You're covered in sweat, go take a shower."

However, faced with this utterly ineffective rejection...

Viktor showed no intention of letting go; instead, he held the warm, soft woman in his arms even tighter.

He picked Robin up in his arms, took steady steps, and turned to walk straight toward the bathroom.

A wicked smile crept across Victor's lips as his deep voice whispered in Robin's ear:

"Yes, ma'am."

"But since you think I smell bad, let's shower together. You can help me get clean."

Faced with this unprecedented "shared bathing" experience, the quick-witted Robin immediately understood what wicked idea this man was plotting.

She didn't make a futile struggle, but just sighed helplessly.

Then, she nestled obediently in his broad arms like a docile kitten.

Robin slightly raised her exquisite, flawless face, her deep, beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at Victor, unable to resist teasing him:

"What a tireless first mate..."

"At times like this, I really miss our lovely navigator lady."

"If she were here, she could help me share this heavy burden."

Upon hearing this joke, Viktor let out a soft, pleasant chuckle.

He raised his long leg and kicked open the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

The moment the door closed, Viktor lowered his head, his gaze burning as he looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in his arms:

"So... during the time Nami wasn't around."

"Your responsibility is now all the more significant... my dear archaeologist."