One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Inside the luxurious private room, the faint scent of sandalwood incense rose gently into the air, and wisps of smoke swirled in the dim light.

The crisp yet poignant sound of the shamisen, like the mournful cry of a cuckoo, drifted back and forth in the spacious room.

Kozuki Hiyori, draped in a light and soft pink silk kimono, her shoulders partially exposed, eyes lowered, her slender, fair fingers skillfully plucking the strings of the koto.

She seemed completely immersed in her music, perfectly capturing the pitiful, noble yet somewhat melancholic demeanor.

However, when faced with this most beautiful woman in Wano Country who was playing her instrument without a care in the world...

Viktor, however, showed no sign of infatuation.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadow of the wide conical hat, were as calm as still water.

Viktor picked up the white porcelain sake cup in front of him, took a small sip of sake, then set the cup down, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"So, why go to all this trouble to invite me to this secluded place?"

"Princess of Wano Country... Princess Hiyori Kozuki."

"Zheng—!"

As Viktor finished speaking, a piercing noise suddenly rang out in the private room.

Hiyori Kozuki's slender fingers, which had been dancing lightly on the strings, suddenly pressed down on them as if she had been electrocuted.

Hearing Viktor's nonchalant tone, he actually revealed his true identity, which he had hidden in this brothel for twenty years.

Kogetsu Hikaru felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

She suddenly raised her head, her stunningly beautiful face now filled with immense shock and horror.

How is that possible?!

She kept this secret for twenty years. Apart from Denjiro, even Orochi and Kaido believed that the Kozuki clan's bloodline had been extinguished.

How did this pirate from the outer seas, who only landed in Wano Country a few days ago, know all this?!

But after only a moment of panic and mental blankness, Hiyori bit her lower lip hard, forcing her wildly beating heart to calm down.

She thought to herself, after all, this man in front of her was "Red Lotus," whose bounty exceeded three billion Berries and whose name was known throughout the New World.

As the right-hand man who defeated Charlotte Linlin, the newly crowned fifth emperor, this man must possess an all-encompassing intelligence network and incredible, magical abilities.

Such a monster, so powerful above the seas, could be traced back to its true nature; it seems...

It is perfectly reasonable, even justified.

Since their biggest trump card and identity have already been seen through by the other party at a glance.

Continuing to maintain that aloof courtesan facade will only make her look like a ridiculous clown.

In a flash, Hiyori changed her strategy.

Her eyes, which had been filled with shock, quickly turned red within a second.

A layer of misty vapor rose up, and crystal-clear teardrops swirled on long eyelashes, about to fall but not quite.

She put down the priceless shamisen in her hand, leaned forward slightly, lowered her noble head, and began to sob softly to Viktor.

"Lord Victor... Now that you know my identity, Hiyori will no longer hide it."

"Do you know what kind of life I've lived for the past twenty years?"

Sobbing, she began to recount how she, as a helpless "orphan," struggled to survive like a drifting duckweed in the chaotic world of Wano Country, filled with war, oppression, and betrayal.

She recounted how she spent each day in fear and how she endured hunger and cold in the wind and snow.

Then, she tearfully recounted how she had been unfortunate enough to be targeted by that cruel and arrogant Kurozumi Orochi.

In order to survive, and also to wait for the opportunity to exact revenge.

How did she manage to endure humiliation and hardship in this filthy, shady place, wearing a false mask and forcing a smile to live to this day?

This half-true, half-false story was told with such skill that it was heartbreaking and moving.

Every tremor in her voice, every perfectly timed tearful glance, every seemingly unintentional display of vulnerability, was filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

Even the most hard-hearted person would likely be moved upon hearing this.

She tried to arouse the protective instincts and compassion in the heart of the powerful pirate before her, so as to use this power, which was enough to overthrow Wano Country, for her own purposes.

The candlelight inside the private room flickered gently in the breeze, casting long shadows of the two people.

As Hiyori whispered and sobbed about her tragic experiences, her body swayed gently and naturally toward the seated Victor.

The special scent of her cosmetics, mixed with her natural feminine fragrance, kept wafting into Victor's nostrils.

The distance between the two gradually shrank as they unknowingly cried and drew closer.

Soon, the two were very close.

Hiyori stopped crying at the right moment.

She slightly tilted her face up, which was streaked with glistening tears.

Those watery eyes were filled with a pitiful longing and a deep, vine-like dependence.

It was as if Victor was her only salvation in this world.

"So... Lord Victor, you possess godlike power."

Hiyori's voice was so soft it seemed to drip water, carrying a heartbreaking plea.

"Could you have mercy...and help me?"

However, faced with this stunningly beautiful sight, which could bankrupt countless high-ranking officials and samurai in Wano Country, they were faced with a different reality.

Viktor sat upright in place, his eyes remaining as still as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

Looking into those cold eyes, Hiyori felt a surge of frustrated anger.

From childhood to adulthood, ever since she stunned Wano Country as the courtesan Komurasaki, no man has ever looked at her like that.

No one has ever dared, nor been able to, ignore her astonishing charm as the most beautiful woman in Wano Country.

Those men, even Kurozumi Orochi, were all completely captivated and obedient in the face of her tears and smiles.

The immense frustration of being completely ignored, as if her prideful charm were nothing but a joke, deeply stung her pride.

To prove that she still has the power to control men.

Hiyori bit her luscious red lips.

She mustered her courage and slowly extended her flawless arm.

The fingertips, still warm from the touch, trembled slightly, as if trying to gently caress Viktor's face, hidden in the shadows.

This is an extremely bold move, full of ambiguous implications.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Victor's cheek.

"Smack."

A soft tapping sound rang out.

Viktor grabbed her slender, delicate wrist firmly in mid-air.

I felt the warmth of the man's body emanating from my wrist, and the irresistible strength he possessed.

Instead of panicking, Hiyori's previously anxious heart suddenly felt a surge of secret joy.

"Indeed, all men are the same."

"Even if he is a notorious pirate with a bounty of 3 billion and who kills without blinking an eye, no matter how aloof he pretends to be on the surface, he can't escape the fatal charm I exude."

Thinking of this, Hiyori immediately put on a coy and shy look, as if she wanted to refuse but was actually welcoming.

Two blushes rose on her cheeks, her breathing became a little rapid, and she let out a soft, sweet moan:

"Lord Victor...you're hurting me...you can't do that..."

She closed her eyes slightly and leaned forward again, seemingly ready to be pulled into the arms of the powerful man before her and to be lovingly cherished.

However, Victor did not behave as she had expected.

Hiyori opened her eyes in surprise, only to be met with a pair of eyes filled with endless mockery.

Viktor held her wrist, his eyes showing not only no desire she had hoped to see, but also none of the most basic appreciation.

A slow, undisguised sneer curled at the corners of his mouth.

"The princess of the Kozuki clan? Ha..."

Victor casually flicked her wrist away, his tone dripping with mockery:

"She really is just a... courtesan."