One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The scene shifts to a hidden location on the Grand Line, the Revolutionary Army's headquarters, perpetually shrouded in endless sandstorms.

Baltiguet, the "Island of White Soil".

The yellow sand, whipped up by the fierce wind, howled and raged, stinging people's faces.

Despite the harsh conditions, the revolutionary soldiers continued to work hard and undergo rigorous training.

The camera cuts through layers of sand and focuses on that tall and resilient figure—Nicole Robin.

Ever since I understood the "3D2Y" code that Captain Luffy conveyed through his tattoo in that newspaper that spread all over the world.

This archaeologist, who was known for his calm and composure, suddenly displayed an astonishing enthusiasm for learning and training.

Throughout the entire day, Robin barely had a moment to rest.

She not only plunged headlong into the Revolutionary Army's vast intelligence database, frantically searching for top-secret information about the distribution of major powers in the New World and the Poneglyphs like a sponge absorbing water.

Even during breaks from researching materials, he would voluntarily walk out to the training ground, setting aside his scholarly reserve.

He humbly sought advice from the revolutionary army's cadres on practical combat techniques and the fundamentals of domineering martial arts.

Sweat soaked her long black hair, which slid down her fair neck, but her eyes remained incredibly determined.

On a high platform in the shadows not far from the training ground.

The revolutionary leader, Dorag, draped in a dark green cloak, and the Chief of Staff, Sabo, wearing windproof goggles, were both silently watching her every move.

Sabo looked at the stubborn figure that kept falling in the wind and sand, and sighed helplessly.

He knew very well that this woman, who always wore an elegant and composed smile, was trying to undergo a transformation over the next two years.

She simply didn't want to become that man's weakness and burden again in the new world two years later.

Night quietly enveloped the desolate Baltigue, and the sandstorm that had raged all day finally subsided.

The revolutionary soldiers finished their intensive training and sat in twos and threes around the warm campfire.

They ate simple food while resting and chatting.

In this era of information isolation.

The soldiers couldn't stop talking about the name that had recently turned the world upside down.

"Red Lotus" Victor.

Everyone was excitedly discussing the earth-shattering events in the newspaper, gesturing wildly as they spoke.

Some marveled at the crimson demon, a hundred meters tall, that cleaved through the walls of Marineford with a single sword strike.

Some were deeply shocked by the black flame that still burns in the Naval Headquarters Plaza.

Just then, Kerla, a revolutionary army cadre with short orange hair, walked over carrying two mugs.

She handed one of the steaming cups of coffee to Robin, who was sitting next to her, then sat down beside her, nudged Robin's arm lightly with her elbow, and teased her with a smile:

"Listen, everyone's talking about him."

"Robin, how does it feel to have a man as powerful as a monster protecting you?"

Robin held the warm coffee cup in both hands, feeling the warmth emanating from his palms.

The flickering firelight illuminated her fair and beautiful face, which showed signs of fatigue, adding a touch of gentleness to her appearance.

She smiled, not refuting Kelra's teasing, but simply listened quietly to the soldiers around her admiring the man.

Familiar scenes involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

That was Viktor's broad back, standing firmly in front of her without hesitation, keeping all danger at bay.

Wherever he goes, that man's name is etched into the world like thunder.

Similarly, that figure was already indelibly imprinted in the softest corner of her heart.

She misses him.

As night fell, the campfire gradually died down, and the noise of the crowd subsided.

Robin politely declined Koala's enthusiastic invitation to have a late-night snack at the cafeteria.

Alone, carrying a thick stack of top-secret documents, she turned and walked towards the rest area specially arranged for her by the revolutionary army.

Walking in the empty and somewhat quiet stone corridor, only the echo of her own footsteps reverberated around her.

Without the gaze of outsiders, Robin's straight back relaxed slightly, finally shedding the intellectual and composed facade she wore during the day.

She carried the heavy documents in one hand, and gently rubbed her shoulder, which ached from long hours of training and working at her desk, with the other hand.

Between his brows, a deep weariness and a sense of loneliness that were hard to conceal were quietly revealed.

Although everyone in the revolutionary army was very kind to her.

Because of his sworn brotherhood with Luffy and his friendship with Victor, Sabo took good care of her in every aspect of her life, sparing her from a lot of grievances.

But Robin is a sensitive person.

She knew better than anyone else that no matter how good this place was, it was ultimately just a temporary haven.

Robin walked to the door of his simple but clean room, looked at the closed wooden door, and sighed softly.

She stretched out her slender fingers, turned the cold doorknob, and pushed open the door with a soft creak.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

Only the bright, clear moon outside the window, shining through the glass, quietly casts its watery moonlight onto the floor, creating a long, dark shadow.

However, just as Robin was about to habitually raise his hand to press the light switch on the wall...

Her movements suddenly froze in mid-air, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.

On the bed facing the window, bathed in silvery moonlight.

At this moment, a tall and slender familiar figure was sitting casually.

The man had one leg slightly bent, his posture casual and relaxed.

He was gazing at her quietly from the doorway with his dark eyes, which remained as deep as a pool even in the darkness, a smile that was lazy yet gentle to the core.

"Clatter—"

Robin lost all her strength, and the heavy stack of documents she treasured slipped from her hands and fell onto the hard stone floor.

The scattered papers covered the ground like snowflakes, but she had no time to care.

Her pupils trembled violently, her gaze fixed on the man in the moonlight, not daring to look away for a moment.

She even held her breath and became very cautious.

It was as if she was afraid that if she breathed even slightly louder, the illusion in front of her, created by her excessive longing, would burst like a soap bubble.

"Victor... Viktor..."

Robin's voice trembled uncontrollably, as if he were talking in his sleep.

After confirming that it was real temperature and breath, her eyes instantly turned red.

The worries, grievances, and longing that had been building up for so long burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam.

Crystalline tears streamed down her beautiful face and fell onto the floor.

She stood there helplessly, covering her mouth with her hands, desperately trying not to cry out loud in the quiet night, but her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

Looking at Robin's vulnerable and endearing appearance, with all her defenses down.

Sitting on the bed, Victor's smile became even gentler and more tender.

He didn't get up and walk over, but instead slowly opened his broad arms to the woman at the door, who was crying.

"Why are you crying..."

Victor's voice was deep and magnetic, possessing a magical power to soothe any unease.

"I'm back."

"Come here and give me a hug, Robin."

With these simple yet weighty words, Robin's last shred of strength and self-control was shattered.

Ignoring the documents scattered on the floor, she stumbled towards the bedside like a weary bird that had been wandering for a long time.

Then she threw herself into the arms of the one she had been longing for.