One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying a hint of the island's distinctive orange fragrance.

"Waaaaah..."

Nami's crying gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent sobs.

As reason returned to her mind, Nami suddenly realized something—

She was clinging to Viktor like a wronged little girl, burying her face in his chest.

And all around...

Luffy was picking his nose and looking at the sky, Zoro was holding his sword with a playful expression, and Sanji was biting his handkerchief with blood tears streaming down his face from jealousy.

Usopp and Johnny stared wide-eyed, as if they were watching some kind of gossip.

Then I saw my sister Nojiko's eyes, which were practically slits from laughing...

"ah!!!"

Nami's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato.

As if she had been electrocuted, she pushed Victor away forcefully and stumbled back several steps.

She covered her burning cheeks with her hands and cried out incoherently:

"You...you all! What are you looking at! Forget it! Forget it all!!"

"Oh dear, how heartless, Miss Navigator."

Viktor wasn't annoyed after being pushed away; he just smiled and glanced down at the obvious water stain on his chest.

He looked up, his dark eyes smiling as he looked at the mortified Nami, and teased her:

"You were crying so hard just now, you even got my clothes wet..."

"I've also added the cleaning fee to the compensation for emotional distress."

"You...you money-grubbing bastard!!"

Nami instantly became furious and embarrassed.

The fleeting beauty and emotion I felt just moments ago vanished in an instant.

She stormed forward, raised her foot, and stomped hard on Viktor's instep without any hesitation, grinding it down twice.

"Die! You greedy loan shark!"

"Hiss..." Victor gasped dramatically.

Watching the two interact like sworn enemies, the originally heavy and oppressive atmosphere around them suddenly relaxed considerably.

"Hehehe..."

Nojiko, who had been standing to the side, watched this scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Looking at Nami, who was still angry but whose eyes were shining, she felt incredibly gratified.

How long has it been?

Since that nightmarish day eight years ago, Nami has never shown such vivid and genuine emotions again.

"Alright, everyone."

Nojiko stepped forward, smiling as he extended an invitation to the group:

"This isn't the place to talk. If you don't mind, please come to my house for a while."

She glanced at the awkward Nami, then looked earnestly at Luffy and the others:

"I think there are some things, the heavy truth that Nami has been carrying for the past eight years... that you have the right to know."

……

Nochigo's home is a cozy little wooden cabin located on the edge of an orange grove.

Everyone sat around in the small living room, and Nokiko brought them tea.

However, just as Nokiko took a deep breath, preparing to recount that heavy past...

"Creak—"

Luffy suddenly pressed down on his straw hat and stood up from the chair.

He didn't look at anyone, and turned to walk towards the door.

"Luffy? Where are you going?" Usopp asked, puzzled. "Nojiko is about to tell Nami's past."

I won't listen.

Luffy stopped, his back to the group, his voice calm yet earnest:

"I have no interest in her past."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out, leaving everyone with a dashing back view.

"That guy..." Zoro smiled and crossed his arms again. "Well, that's the real Luffy."

"I have no interest in hearing such sad stories." Sanji lit a cigarette, but didn't leave; he just sat quietly in the corner.

Viktor, holding a teacup, leaned against the wall with a calm expression.

outside the house.

Luffy wandered aimlessly through the village.

He walked to a mound of earth with a windmill stuck in it, which Mr. Jian had put there to make Nami happy.

"Wow! This windmill is spinning so fast!"

Luffy curiously reached out, wanting to make it spin faster, but he used too much force and snapped one of the windmill blades off with a "crack".

"Hey!! What are you doing, Straw Hat Boy!!"

A roar came.

Police officer A-Jian, covered in wounds and wearing a windmill hat, happened to pass by and was so angry at the sight that his beard stood on end.

"That was for Nami... You bastard! Stop it!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, uncle! I didn't mean to!" Luffy stuck out his tongue and ran away.

……

inside the house.

Nojiko's voice was low and sorrowful as she recounted the story of courage, sacrifice, and promise.

Bellemere, the poor mother who deeply loved her two daughters, faced death calmly in front of Aaron in order to protect them.

Regarding Arlong's tyranny and that desperate promise—that if one could gather 100 million Berries, they could buy the village and restore everyone's freedom.

"For the past eight years... Nami joined the pirate crew of her mother's killer to keep this promise, becoming a thief who specializes in stealing from pirates..."

Nokiko's voice choked with emotion:

"She bore the misunderstanding and scorn of the entire village, and risked her life alone at sea... just to save up that 100 million Berries."

After hearing the story, the room fell silent.

"Waaaaah... So pitiful! Nami is so amazing!"

Johnny and Joseph were already sobbing uncontrollably, hugging each other and weeping bitterly.

Usopp, tears and snot streaming down his face, clenched his fists and cursed through gritted teeth:

"That Ah Long... he's a beast! Unforgivable! I'm going to shoot his fish head through with my slingshot!"

In the corner, Sanji lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes.

Only the flickering cigarette butt betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

Zoro kept his eyes closed, but the sharp killing intent seemed to lower the temperature around him by several degrees.

On the other side of the room.

Nami, the protagonist of the story, is currently hugging the fat raven Clay, seemingly trying to use this method to conceal her emotions.

"Gah... Gah gah!!"

Clay struggled desperately in her arms as Nami shoved a huge orange into its mouth, causing it to choke and roll its eyes back.

"Eat up, this orange is very sweet."

Nami lowered her head and mechanically peeled the orange. Her voice was very soft, "As long as... as long as we can scrape together the last bit of money, we'll have enough for a hundred million."

"Although Ah Long is a bastard, he promised me. As long as we have enough money, we'll all be free."

"Oh."

A sudden, cold laugh shattered the somber atmosphere.

Viktor put down his teacup, his dark eyes coldly fixed on Nami, mercilessly pouring cold water on her enthusiasm:

"Nami, you're a clever navigator, but when it comes to judging people... you're really naive."

"Do you really think pirates would abide by an agreement that offers them no benefit whatsoever?"

Nami's hand, which was peeling an orange, suddenly stopped.

She raised her head, her face pale, and retorted:

"Of course! Although Arlong is a pirate, he values ​​monetary contracts highly! He has upheld them for the past eight years..."

"No."

Victor interrupted her, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as a still pool:

"For a greedy beast, nothing is more important than a 'money tree'."

He straightened up and walked step by step to Nami, looking down at her:

"You have world-class talent in chart drawing. For Arlong, who wants to dominate the East China Sea and even the Grand Line, you are his most important tool."

"If I were Ah Long..."

"I will never let you go, and I will never let you buy the village."

"On the contrary, I will crush that hope with my own hands the moment you are about to save enough money and see hope."

"To make you feel utterly hopeless, and then have to keep drawing for me for the rest of your life."

"This is what a greedy fishman pirate should do."

Clang.

The orange in Nami's hand fell to the ground and rolled to Victor's feet.

These words were like a poisoned thorn, piercing deep into the softest and most fearful part of her heart.

Actually... she had this worry in her heart too.

For the past eight years, that promise has been the only thing keeping her alive.

She dared not doubt it, nor could she doubt it.

"No...no way..."

Nami stood up tremblingly, her eyes filled with panic:

"Ah Long wouldn't do that... the money... my money's still there!"

"I want to go take a look!"

She seemed to be trying to persuade Victor, but more like she was trying to persuade herself.

Nami flung open the door, clinging to her last sliver of hope, and raced toward the place deep within the orange grove where the 100 million Berries were buried.

Viktor watched her flustered figure but did not stop her.

He bent down, picked up the orange from the ground, peeled off a segment, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm? It's quite sweet."