One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

As the enormous bonfire in the center of the square, which resembled a small mountain, gradually weakened.

The leaping flames gradually turned into dark red embers.

This grand and extravagant post-war victory celebration gradually came to an end, accompanied by the night breeze.

King Riku took off his heavy royal cloak and wore only simple everyday clothes.

He led Cyrus and Rebecca, carrying wooden goblets filled with fine wine, and walked steadily through the bustling crowd.

They approached the Straw Hat Pirates and once again offered their sincerest gratitude to the young pirates who had saved Dressrosa.

Luffy sat cross-legged in front of a mountain of food scraps, his mouth still stuffed with large chunks of roasted meat with bones.

Faced with King Riku's respectful thanks, he waved his hand dismissively and shouted indistinctly:

"Mmm! No need to thank me, uncle. As long as your meat tastes good, that's all that matters!"

Zoro, standing to the side, was shamelessly hugging a huge empty sake barrel, letting out a loud burp with his mouth wide open, and casually replied:

"Phew... Don't worry about us."

Sanji's eyes had already turned into huge red hearts.

He completely disregarded the existence of King Riku and Cyrus.

She was like a pink whirlwind, fawning over the beautiful Rebecca, serving her tea and water.

"Beautiful Miss Rebecca, how about another special dessert?"

Sanji twisted his body, but before he could finish speaking, he was kicked away without any politeness by Zoro, who was standing to the side with a speechless expression.

Chopper stood on a wooden barrel, his hands covering his burning cheeks, his body swaying happily like waves, shouting:

"Even if you guys praise me like that, I won't be happy, you jerks~"

But the radiant smile on his fuzzy little face after being praised was impossible to hide.

Usopp stood proudly with his hands on his hips, his long nose and chin almost pointing to the sky.

He accepted the endless praise from those around him with an air of entitlement.

King Riku smiled as he looked at the group of energetic pirates, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

But they couldn't find the Iron Man or the Skeleton Man.

Since they couldn't find them, the old king didn't insist, thinking he could only find another opportunity to thank them later.

"Grandfather, Mr. Victor and Miss Nami are over there."

Rebecca spoke softly, extending her slender finger and pointing to the distance in the square.

King Riku nodded and led the two across the bustling square toward a quiet corner at the very edge.

In the corner at this moment, a cool night breeze rustled the leaves, creating a warm atmosphere.

Robin was leaning naturally against Victor's broad chest.

She moved languidly, using the bright moonlight and the faint firelight in the distance to focus intently on the notebook in her hands that had just recorded many hidden histories.

Nami switched places with Viktor.

The beautiful navigator was now comfortably lying on Viktor's strong lap.

She closed her bright, expressive eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, quietly enjoying the tranquility.

Hearing the approaching, crisp footsteps, the three displayed an astonishing tacit understanding.

They stood up from the grass at the same time, gracefully straightening their slightly disheveled clothes.

Then, the three of them, with polite and composed smiles on their faces, looked at the three members of the royal family who were walking towards them.

King Riku, Cyrus, and Rebecca approached the three men with solemn expressions.

Without any further pleasantries, the three of them bowed deeply in unison, expressing their sincerest gratitude on behalf of the entire nation.

"Gentlemen, Dressrosa owes its current prosperity entirely to your righteous assistance," King Riku said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Nami, who had just appeared somewhat dignified, instantly chuckled.

A sly glint flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she immediately reverted to her true nature as a little money-grubber.

"Oh, Uncle King, we're all friends, there's no need to be so polite."

Nami stepped forward, her face beaming with smiles.

"However, just verbal thanks aren't enough. How about... something more concrete?"

As she spoke, she skillfully extended her fair right hand and gently rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger.

Viktor, standing to the side, looked at Nami's adorable, money-grubbing expression and smiled helplessly.

He stepped forward, extended his large palm, and gently pressed down on Nami's small hand that was still rubbing together.

"Alright, Nami."

Viktor's voice was gentle and understanding as he softly offered words of comfort.

"Dres Rosa has gone through this catastrophe and is now in a time of rebuilding."

"Everywhere there is a need for funds to rebuild homes, and they need this money more than we do."

Upon hearing Viktor's words, Nami gave a disgruntled snort.

She pulled her hand away from Viktor's, extended her slender index finger, and poked Viktor's forehead without any hesitation. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest, slightly raised her chin, and said coquettishly:

"You idiot, do you really think of me as some unreasonable, money-grubbing, domineering woman?"

Nami turned her head, gave Viktor a deep look, and a stunning smile appeared on her lips:

"Besides, what are worldly gold and silver treasures worth?"

"I have found something more precious than treasure!"

Hearing this veiled declaration of love, Viktor felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Seeing Nami's proud yet charming appearance, he quickly smiled and nodded repeatedly in apology, his attitude appearing extremely "humble" and full of doting affection.

"Yes, yes, my navigator is the most reasonable person in the world. I misspoke."

Robin closed the notebook in her hand, her eyes full of gentle smiles.

Then, she turned her head and spoke gently to King Riku, who was still somewhat stunned:

"Your Majesty King Riku, please don't mind."

"In fact, during the battle, we inevitably damaged many streets and buildings in Dressrosa, causing you a lot of trouble."

"If you really want to express your gratitude, just give us some food and fresh water supplies for the rest of the voyage."

"We need nothing else."

Robin paused, as if remembering something, and added with a smile, "Ah! That's right."

"And then there's the prize that was awarded to the ultimate winner of the arena—that road sign history text."

"That's crucial for our pirate crew."

Upon hearing Robin's understanding words, King Riku's worries vanished instantly, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As an experienced elder, he naturally guessed at a glance the special relationship between them.

He bowed again, sincerely expressing his gratitude.

Rebecca, standing behind King Riku, glanced back and forth between the faces of Victor, Nami, and Robin.

Watching their intimate actions, the girl who had been fighting in the arena had a look of girlish curiosity and bewilderment in her eyes.

In contrast, Cyrus, as the father, was not in such a relaxed mood.

This burly, tough-guy swordsman looked at Victor, who was surrounded by two stunningly beautiful women.

In his eyes, this man was an extremely dangerous individual exuding the aura of a "dangerous womanizer"!

Cyrus's smile instantly froze.

He even nervously took a step to the side, afraid that Rebecca would be tricked by this dangerous man.

Nami keenly noticed Rebecca's curious gaze.

Facing the gaze of this princess, she showed no shyness or embarrassment. Instead, she stepped forward and revealed a sly smile.

She confidently reached out and took Victor's arm in hers.

"What are you looking at, little princess?"

"We're a married couple."

Upon hearing this bold declaration, the innocent Rebecca's brain instantly went blank.

Her face turned as red as a ripe apple in the blink of an eye, instantly spreading to her ears.

She waved her hands frantically, bowing her head repeatedly in apology, completely at a loss for what to do.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to keep staring at you!"

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you!"

Looking at Rebecca's embarrassed yet adorable expression.

Nami, who has long since shed her youthful naiveté and exudes the captivating charm of a mature woman, couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a crisp, soft laugh.

Robin, standing on the other side, was also amused and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

She looked at the nervous Rebecca and added in a half-joking tone:

"Your Highness, please don't fall for a philandering man like him."

Faced with the combined barrage of teasing and banter from the two ladies, Viktor, standing in the middle, touched his nose and could only cover it up with a slightly awkward cough.

Looking at this group of vibrant pirates with their distinct personalities, King Riku, with a smile on his face, was filled with emotion.

He knew these young people needed their own private time.

So he, along with Cyrus and Rebecca, whose face was so red it was almost dripping with water, politely bid farewell to the three of them and left.

A moment later, King Riku walked steadily to the temporary platform erected in the center of the square.

As the old king raised his hands in mid-air, the noisy and bustling banquet sounds in the square gradually quieted down.

All the citizens and soldiers put down their wine glasses and turned their respectful gazes to their reborn king.

King Riku looked down at the hopeful faces below and loudly announced the end of the revelry that had lasted until late at night.

He did not dwell too much on the sadness of the past.

Instead, he delivered a passionate vision for the future development of Dressrosa and expressed absolute confidence in revitalizing the country.

"My people! The long night is over!"

King Riku suddenly raised his right fist, the sound echoing in the night sky.

"A new dawn awaits us in Dressrosa!"

"It requires us all to unite and rebuild it ourselves with our hardworking hands!"

With King Riku's powerful final speech, the nation's emotions were completely ignited.

They raised their arms high and erupted in a thunderous cheer.

Then, the campfire gradually died down.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes into the gentle night of Dressrosa.