One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

A gentle breeze caresses the streets of Visalia, where the clouds are as soft as cotton.

Nami buried her face in Viktor's broad, warm chest and cried unrestrainedly.

Scalding tears soaked the man's black coat.

It was as if she had finally released all the fear and anxiety that had been building up in her heart since the outbreak of the Marineford War.

After a short while, Nami's emotions finally calmed down.

She sobbed, slowly raising her head. Her once bright and clear eyes were now red and swollen from crying, like a wronged little rabbit.

However, when her gaze met Viktor's face, which bore a familiar look and a slightly mocking, mischievous smile.

The grievances and fear I felt earlier instantly transformed into a burning and uncontrollable impulse in my heart.

"What are you looking at?"

Nami blushed and gave a sharp shout.

Under the stunned and dumbfounded gazes of a group of elderly meteorologists around them, including Haredas.

This usually thrifty little penny-pincher has now revealed a side of herself that is truly astonishing.

Without any hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the collar of the man who had just shocked the world in the newspapers with a bounty of 2.5 billion for the most heinous criminal.

"Come in with me!"

Nami, who had been holding back for so long, finally showed the domineering presence of the Straw Hat Pirates' leader.

She bit her moist red lips tightly, and without saying a word, forcefully dragged Victor towards her own little house.

Victor let her drag him along, following behind with a smile on his lips.

As soon as the two entered the house, there was a muffled thud.

Nami slammed the heavy door shut behind her and locked it tightly without hesitation.

The very next second after the door closed, a cheerful flapping sound of wings suddenly came from the sky.

Victor's pet Clay finally flew excitedly over from the other side of the clouds.

Sensing the long-lost presence of its master, Clay frantically fluttered around outside the door, making loud "coo-coo-coo" noises.

It even pounded on the door with its hard beak, trying to get inside and get closer.

However, Nami, who had fallen into some kind of crazy mode, was completely ignoring the commotion outside.

Meanwhile, Victor inside the house had no time to pay attention to his noisy little friend.

Poor Clay called out from outside the door for a long time without getting any response. He could only circle around in mid-air a few times, feeling dejected, before finally landing helplessly on the eaves to preen his feathers.

The room was dimly lit because the curtains were drawn.

In this private personal space, Nami completely shed her usual arrogance and shyness.

All the pent-up, frantic longing that had been suppressed alone on the island for the past few months was transformed into the most proactive and fervent demand at this moment.

There were no extra words, only fervent breaths and overlapping figures.

Once, again, and again.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in this little house high in the clouds.

Light and shadow alternated through the gaps in the curtains, transitioning from bright daytime to starry night, and then from deep night back to dawn.

Even though it was just handed over to Robin on White Soil Island.

Viktor possesses the abnormal regenerative ability of perfect Hashirama cells within his body.

When faced with Nami, who had completely entered a crazy "juicing machine" mode, he finally experienced for the first time what it meant to be truly powerless.

Time, relentlessly demanding more, arrived directly at the morning of the third day.

The pure, warm sunlight of Visalia, refracted through the clouds and the gaps in the curtains, dappled across the messy bed and illuminated the clothes scattered on the floor.

This protracted and exhilarating "battle" has finally come to an end.

After a brief lingering effect.

Having completely exhausted the last bit of strength in her body, Nami, like a pool of melting spring water, lost all support.

She collapsed heavily onto Victor's strong chest.

At this moment, she couldn't even lift a finger; she could only gasp for breath.

Viktor lay on his back on the pillow and exhaled a breath of stale air with great comfort.

He was completely drained of his last bit of strength, truly "out of a drop."

Viktor looked at the ceiling and sighed helplessly.

He stretched out his arms, which were already noticeably sore, and gently embraced the soft, orange-haired girl in his arms.

A slightly helpless smile involuntarily curved the corners of his lips as he sighed softly:

"How terrifying... Miss Navigator."

Nami closed her eyes and pressed her burning cheeks tightly against his chest, which was pounding with a strong heartbeat.

Hearing Viktor's teasing, she gave a haughty snort through her nose.

Although the voice had become somewhat hoarse from shouting for a long time, it still carried a triumphant air, as if it had won a battle:

"Hmph, this is your punishment."

"Who told you to come find me so late?"

"You made me live in fear for so long..."

Viktor's gaze softened completely as he listened to her tone, which was a mix of grievance and coquetry.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl in his arms.

It was only at this moment that he was surprised to discover that the girl who always had a cute short orange hair when they first met in the East China Sea was actually the same girl.

Before I knew it, my hair had grown quite a bit.

Her long, smooth, silky orange hair was now lying unguarded in his broad arms, spread out on the messy white sheets.

Her long hair made her lose some of her former naivety and immaturity.

Bathed in sunlight, she exudes an extremely charming and captivating mature femininity.

The smile in Viktor's eyes grew wider.

His long, strong fingers gently ran through her soft, long hair, which smelled faintly of citrus, stroking it tenderly, like soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Sleep well, Nami."

Viktor lowered his head and placed a deep, affectionate kiss on her hair.

His deep, magnetic voice possessed a magical power that could soothe all anxieties and bring immense peace of mind.

"Get some rest. When you wake up... I have something nice to show you, a surprise for you!"