One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

In the huge plaza in front of the King's Heights

In the heart of this hustle and bustle, Luffy sat cross-legged in front of a mountain of roasted meat.

He held a huge, sizzling, oily piece of roasted meat with its bone in his left hand, and a sea monster-shaped roasted fish taller than a person in his right.

His rubbery mouth opened wide like a bottomless abyss, frantically devouring the food in front of him at an exaggerated speed that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

This astonishing eating style drew gasps and exclamations of amazement from the surrounding citizens of Dressrosa.

Not far from Luffy, Bartolomeo stood like a devout believer, holding a delicate little notebook in both hands.

Watching Luffy devour meat with such "invincible heroism," he was so moved that tears streamed down his face, his snot and tears covering his face. He quickly jotted down his thoughts on paper with his quill pen.

"Waaaaah... Even the way Luffy-senpai eats is so cool! That bold swallowing, that domineering chewing, it's simply an art bestowed by heaven!"

Bartolomeo wrote while letting out a perverted, maniacal laugh.

Just then, Luffy, whose mouth was stuffed full, seemed to notice the strange guy next to him who was staring at him and crying.

So he stopped chewing, turned his head, and mumbled something indistinctly:

"Huh? Hey you with the mohawk, what have you been doing there?"

Upon hearing his idol take the initiative to speak to him, Bartolomeo's body instantly stiffened.

An unprecedented sense of immense happiness surged to the top of his head, and he cupped his cheeks in his hands, his face flushed red.

"Luffy-senpai... called me rooster-hair..."

With a blissful murmur, Bartolomeo's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

The thugs from the nearby Barto club all wore expressions of complete indifference.

He rushed forward with practiced ease and began performing emergency CPR on his eldest son.

On the other side of the square, Zoro had already taken off his shirt, revealing his bare chest covered in scars and his muscular physique.

He was surrounded by a group of enormous New World heroes, including Halding and Old Cai.

Men's friendships are built on swords and strong liquor.

They lifted the huge wooden barrels, creating a shower of foam, tilted their heads back, and drank heartily, shouting with delight.

As the Straw Hat Pirates' cook, Sanji had long since forgotten about cooking.

He was surrounded by Violet, Rebecca, and a group of graceful Dressrosa dancers, like a happy butterfly flitting among flowers.

His eyes turned into huge red hearts, and his whole body twisted like noodles.

Amidst giggles of "Sanji-san is so amazing," she felt blissfully lightheaded.

Chopper, Usopp, and Brook blended perfectly into the exotic atmosphere.

Wearing flower garlands, they held hands with the petite Dongtata people and danced a lively and rhythmic traditional dance around the bonfire.

Looking at his jubilant companions in the square, Viktor smiled faintly.

Holding a glass of rich red wine, he didn't join the crowd, but instead slipped into the shadows and retreated from the noisy center.

He passed through several broken stone gates and came alone to a very secluded garden pond behind the ruins.

The bright moonlight poured down without reservation, quietly spreading across the crystal-clear water, creating shimmering silver ripples.

Victor stood at the edge of the pool and reached out to take out a beautifully crafted pink conch shell.

He slowly bent down, walked to the edge of the pool, and immersed the special conch shell into the clear water.

As the water rippled gently, a faint and soft halo began to emanate from the inside of the conch shell.

After a brief delay, a soft, familiar sound, brimming with undisguised joy, came from the conch shell:

"V... Lord Victor? Thank goodness! Is that you?"

"Can you hear Shirahoshi's voice?"

Her voice was so sweet it seemed to stretch out like silk, every word filled with deep longing and affection, perfectly capturing the tender demeanor of a young girl in love.

Upon hearing that unforgettable voice, Viktor's eyes softened instantly.

He leaned against the stone sculpture in the pool and responded in a gentle tone:

"It's me, Shirahoshi. I heard you clearly."

Bai Xing took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, her tone filled with urgency and lingering fear, and said that she had just seen the latest newspaper.

Newspapers were filled with alarming news of a massive battle erupting in Dressrosa, with even a naval admiral caught in the crossfire.

She was terrified that Viktor and the others would encounter irreparable danger.

Viktor listened to her concerned words and gently comforted her frightened heart, glossing over the battle situation on this side and telling her that everything had come to a peaceful end.

Listening to Viktor's calm and reassuring voice, Shirahoshi gently sniffed on the other end.

She obediently reported her recent situation to Victor.

She said that she listened to him carefully on Fishman Island, studied diligently every day on how to become a qualified member of the royal family, and worked hard to protect the people of the ocean.

Viktor smiled and praised her strength and growth, which made Shirahoshi extremely happy.

But then, Bai Xing's voice trembled with a sob, and she asked softly, her voice full of heartache:

"Lord Victor...were you injured in that terrible battle? Was it in a lot of pain?"

Viktor tilted his head slightly, looking at the bright moon in the night sky:

"I had a few minor injuries. But as soon as I hear your voice, the pain disappears completely."

This unexpected and direct love confession made the innocent Bai Xing blush with embarrassment on the other end of the phone.

Her heart was pounding, and she stammered for a long time, completely at a loss for words, leaving only a shy, panting sound.

The two shared their daily lives amidst the interplay of moonlight and ripples on the water.

Viktor listened patiently as Shirahoshi recounted the fascinating stories of the deep sea, the mischievousness of the sea kings, and the praise her father and brothers had for her.

Time slips away unnoticed.

At the end of the call, Shirahoshi reluctantly stopped talking and cautiously asked Victor when he could come to Fishman Island again.

She really, really missed him.

Victor chuckled and said he would wait until he had dealt with the urgent matters in the New World.

He would personally travel to Fishman Island and formally propose to her father, King Neptune.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xing on the other end of the phone immediately broke into an incredibly happy smile.

Her hands kept groping for the token of love that Victor had given her.

That pink gem, which she now cherishes and keeps hidden deep within her bosom.

As the two exchanged tender goodnights, the faint light emanating from the conch shell gradually dimmed in the pool, eventually returning to calm.

Meanwhile, on Fishman Island, 10,000 meters below the surface of the ocean, inside the magnificent Dragon Palace.

The enormous Princess Shirahoshi was lying on her soft, wide seashell bed.

Her beautiful pink fishtail swayed gently in mid-air, her hands supporting her exquisite chin, her gaze quietly fixed on the lusterless conch shell in her hand.

However, the sweet smile that had been on her face gradually disappeared in the silence after the call ended.

Instead, a deep sense of worry and longing arose.

Thinking about how Viktor always faces so many dangerous enemies and goes through so many bloody battles in the outside world.

A dark glint flashed in Bai Xing's once clear and beautiful eyes.

She sighed softly and murmured in a low voice:

"The outside world... is far too dangerous."

"If Lord Victor keeps getting injured... why don't we just ask our Sea King friends to bring Lord Victor back?"

"It would be so good to hide forever in this deep sea where no one can find us..."

"That way, he can be with Shirahoshi forever and never be hurt again."

"When we're together forever... let's have a few more adorable children..."

"What should I name a boy? And what should I name a girl...?"

Lost in a sweet fantasy, Shirahoshi's eyes shone with a strange light.

On that pure and beautiful face, the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a strangely beautiful smile.

In the garden of Dressrosa, Victor, having put away the conch shell, was naturally unaware of the "dangerous" plan that the beautiful woman in the deep sea was plotting.

He returned to the outer corner of the banquet.

Beside a ruin far from the noise of the campfire, the firelight cast long shadows.

Robin sat gracefully on the gravel, a thick notebook in her hand, her expression focused.

Opposite her sat Elder Ganqiao of the Dongtata tribe, who had a long beard.

The elder was waving his short arms, vividly recounting to Robin the hidden history of Dressrosa over the past eight hundred years, as well as the ancient legends passed down through generations of the Tontatta race.

Robin listened intently, his pen scratching softly on the paper.

She would pause writing from time to time to pose a few questions.

Meanwhile, Nami, the navigator, was sitting next to Robin, resting her chin on her hands and looking rather bored.

Her bright, expressive eyes darted around in the night.

Although she wasn't particularly interested in those dry historical accounts, she still listened with great curiosity.

They tried to discern any clues about the "hidden treasure" from the elder's cryptic words.

Just then, Nami caught a glimpse of Viktor slowly walking out of the shadows out of the corner of her eye.

Upon seeing this guy, Nami immediately pouted her rosy lips.

He complained without any politeness, "Seriously, where did you go again?"

Everyone else is celebrating, but you always disappear by yourself.

Although the tone was reproachful, anyone could hear the strong hint of annoyance mixed in.

Viktor walked closer and looked at Nami's sullen face.

He didn't refute her complaint; he just smiled slightly.

Viktor walked straight to Nami's side and lay down on the flat grass, naturally resting his head on Nami's firm, straight, and elastic thighs.

Feeling the sudden heavy weight on her legs and the warm body temperature of a man.

Nami wanted to continue her lecturing, but the words caught in her throat.

She looked down at the man resting his head on her lap; his usually cold and aloof face appeared unusually relaxed at that moment.

Nami's resentment vanished instantly.

She sighed softly, and gently stroked Victor's slightly messy black hair with her slender fingers.

Robin, who was sitting to the side, stopped writing at the right moment.

She looked up at the heartwarming scene before her, a smile flickering in her eyes.

In the distant, deafening night, this secluded corner that belonged only to them was filled with a captivating tranquility and gentleness.