One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The towering inferno finally began to die down.

The once terrifying Arlong Paradise, which had haunted Cocoa West Village for eight years like a behemoth, has now completely disappeared from the map.

Instead, there was a charred ruin.

When the wind blows, ashes fly everywhere.

It was as if this land was holding a belated funeral, burying all the sins and nightmares.

The villagers stood outside the ruins, watching this unbelievable scene, and remained silent for a long time.

The "monster" that weighed on their hearts and suffocated them, just like that... was gone?

Nami stood there, stunned, staring at the scorched earth, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the enormous shock.

Until a hand reached out and gently patted her head.

"Hehehe."

Luffy's familiar smiling face appeared before my eyes.

He didn't say anything to comfort him.

He simply took the straw hat that Nami treasured from her head and put it back on his own.

"Luffy... thank you."

Nami sniffed, then suddenly turned around and threw herself into the arms of Nojiko, who was already in tears.

"Sister...Sister!!"

"It's alright...it's alright, Nami."

Nojiko hugged her sister tightly, looked up, and gave Luffy a bright smile: "Thank you, Luffy."

Just then, a commotion arose in the crowd.

"That...that person..."

The villagers' eyes were drawn to Victor, who stood in the center of the ruins.

The young man in black was brushing the ashes off his sword. Having just created that terrifying sea of ​​fire, he still exuded a chilling and murderous aura.

Everyone looked at him with awe in their eyes, and some even dared not approach him.

After all, that demonic method they just used was truly shocking.

In this awkward silence...

"Big brother!"

A little girl suddenly broke free from her mother's hand and ran up to Victor with her short legs.

She stood on tiptoe and timidly raised her hands, holding a plump, golden orange in her palms.

"Thank you, big brother! This is the best orange ever!"

Viktor was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the little girl in front of him, who was not even as tall as his legs, and then at the orange.

A moment later, his eyes crinkled into a smile as he reached out and took the orange.

"Wow, thanks. It looks delicious!"

This simple scene instantly shattered all barriers and fears.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!"

"Heroes!! They are our heroes!!"

The cheers erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly resounding through the sky.

The emotions that had been suppressed for eight years were completely released at this moment.

The excited villagers rushed forward, ignoring Viktor's objections, and lifted him up, tossing him high into the air!

"Hey! Wait! Don't throw me!!" Viktor rarely showed a panicked expression.

"And these guys too!!"

Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, and even Zoro, who was just sleeping, were all lifted up by the villagers and tossed into the blue sky again and again amidst cheers.

"Hooray!! Defeat Ah Long!! Hooray!!"

midair.

Viktor, who was being tossed around and was feeling dizzy, suddenly caught a glimpse of Zoro, who was also being tossed around, out of the corner of his eye.

The man with the green algae-like hair was deathly pale, blood was still seeping from the bandage on his chest, his eyes were rolling back, and he was foaming at the mouth.

Hmm... looks like he's not far from death.

"..."

Viktor's eye twitched.

If that guy gets thrown around a few more times like that, he'll probably really be a corpse.

"Instantaneous Movement Technique"

Just as the villagers tossed Zoro into the air again, a blur flashed by.

Viktor appeared in mid-air in an instant and caught Zoro as he was about to freefall.

Then it floated lightly down to Nami and Nojiko on the outskirts of the crowd.

"call……"

Viktor, carrying Zoro who was lying there like a dead pig in one hand, looked at the crowd still celebrating wildly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"that……"

Just then, a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz sounded from the side.

Viktor turned around and saw Nami standing there, still clutching Nojiko's clothes.

She looked at Viktor, her cheeks slightly flushed, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated to speak.

The atmosphere between the two became subtly awkward for a moment.

Nojiko watched this scene with a smile, covering her mouth and her eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"that……"

Finally, it was Viktor who broke the silence.

He still had a smiling expression, pointed to Zoro he was carrying, and said casually:

"Although I don't want to disturb your sisterly affection, this guy's injury seems a bit too serious."

"If we don't find a doctor soon, we might have to hold his funeral here."

Nami paused for a moment, then noticed Zoro's eyes rolling back in his head, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Ah! Zoro!!"

She quickly snapped out of her daze and pointed in the direction of the village: "Quick! Follow me! The doctor is over there!"

……

Inside the village clinic.

"What?!"

The elderly doctor was so shocked when he saw Zoro lying on the hospital bed, covered in blood, with wounds so deep that bone was visible, that he almost fainted.

"This... to be able to move and fight after sustaining injuries of this severity?!"

The doctor pointed a trembling finger at Zoro, looking at him like he was a monster:

"Is this a corpse?! A normal person would have died a hundred times over by now!!"

"Stop making so much noise, you quack doctor."

On his hospital bed, wrapped up like a mummy, Zoro calmly picked up a bottle of liquor, gulped down two mouthfuls, and yawned nonchalantly.

"Don't make a fuss, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"This isn't something that can be fixed by sleeping! Put the alcohol down right now!!" the doctor roared in frustration.

……

That night.

To celebrate their newfound freedom, the entire village of Cocoa West was brightly lit, as if it were a festival.

All the villagers brought out their treasured wines and food, which had been stored away for many years, and held an unprecedented grand banquet in the village square.

"Meat!! Meat!! That's mine!!"

In the center of the banquet, Luffy activated a terrifying mode called "Storm Inhalation".

His mouth gaped open like a black hole, and he swept all the food on the table, plates and all.

The scene of eating was not only astonishing, but it even turned into an acrobatic performance at the banquet, eliciting gasps of amazement from the villagers.

"Seriously, is this guy's stomach a bottomless pit?"

Meanwhile, Sanji was thriving in this village filled with the scent of oranges.

He rolled up his sleeves and joined the village women in showing off their culinary skills in the makeshift open-air kitchen.

"Ah, beautiful ladies, please let me season this fish soup."

"How could such a lovely lady be allowed to do such rough work?"

With her superb culinary skills and her honey-smooth tongue.

Sanji quickly became an idol for the women and girls in the village and was deeply loved.

"Ahem! Listen up, you little devils!"

On a high platform not far away, Usopp was standing on a barrel of liquor, using a chicken leg as a microphone, and boasting to a group of starry-eyed children below:

"At that time, Ah Long charged at us with his blood-red mouth wide open, and everyone was terrified!"

"Only I, the brave warrior of the sea! I will advance instead of retreat, and roar..."

He described the battle in glowing terms.

He boasted that he was the main force that single-handedly defeated Ah Long, completely fooling those naive kids.

……

Beyond the noise.

Victor sat alone on the roof tiles in the corner, a glass of wine in his hand, quietly watching the lively scene below.

"It's really... lively."

He swirled his glass, the distant campfire reflected in his dark eyes.

"Da, da."

Light footsteps sounded.

Nojiga climbed up with two glasses of wine, sat down next to Viktor, and handed him one of the glasses, a special orange liqueur.

"Aren't you going down to play together? Everyone really wants to thank you."

Victor took the glass, took a sip, and the sweet and sour taste exploded on his tongue.

"That kind of occasion isn't suitable for me, it's too noisy," Victor chuckled. "Hmm, very good wine."

Nojiko looked at the boy and couldn't help but laugh.

She looked at Viktor's profile, her eyes softening and becoming sincere:

"Although you look terrifying, and even killed that naval captain right in front of us..."

"But... thank you so much for saving Nami and this village."

Victor shrugged, glanced at Luffy below who was scrambling for meat, and casually said:

"Don't get me wrong, we just happen to be short of a good navigator. If she weren't good enough, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble."

"Hehehe..."

Nokiko smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

She turned her head and said softly:

"Although Nami is money-grubbing, short-tempered, and stubborn, and sometimes unreasonable..."

"Hey, are you even my real sister?" Victor retorted.

"But she's still very grateful to you." Nojiko turned her head and looked at Viktor earnestly: "From now on... I'm entrusting her to you... you guys."

"From now on, you must protect Nami well, you handsome red-eyed guy."

Victor's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and the smile on his face stiffened for a moment.

"ha?"

He turned his head and met Nojiko's gaze, which held a mixture of teasing and sincerity.

……

at the same time.

Inside the clinic room.

Nami sat in the chair and extended her left arm to the doctor.

"Do you really want to wash it off? It might hurt a little," the doctor asked, holding his tools.

"Um."

Nami nodded, her eyes resolute, without the slightest hesitation:

"That kind of thing... should have disappeared long ago."

As the tool worked, the black jagged tattoo that represented humiliation and nightmares was gradually washed away, revealing the original fair skin.

Although it hurt a lot, Nami was smiling.

Because this pain is insignificant compared to the heartache of the past eight years.

After a while.

A new tattoo appeared on her left shoulder.

That's a pattern of oranges and windmills.

The orange represents her adoptive mother, Bellemere, and the windmill represents Ah-Jian, who treated her like his own son and like a father.

"Alright, Nami," the doctor said with a smile.

Nami stood up and walked to the window.

She raised her arm, looking at the tattoo that represented freedom and family affection in the bright moonlight.

The night breeze ruffled her short orange hair.

Nami took a deep breath, looked at the bright moon, and showed the most radiant and free smile she had given in eight years.

"Thank you...Victor."