One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The Going Merry sails on the sea away from Drum Island.

Although it was still cold around us, the atmosphere on the deck was as warm as midsummer.

To celebrate Nami's recovery and the arrival of her new friend Chopper, a grand banquet is in full swing.

"Cheers!!!"

"Meat! Meat! Delicious meat!!"

Luffy's hands were full of meat with bones, and his mouth was stuffed full.

He is engaged in a pointless "eating contest" with Chopper and Clay, who have also transformed into gluttons.

"Wow! This is delicious! Is this a pirate feast?!"

Chopper was so moved that snot streamed down his face, and he grabbed a piece of cake bigger than his face and started munching on it.

In the corner, Zoro, holding a huge barrel of sake, had already entered the "man and sword as one" sake-drinking mode.

In the center of the banquet, Nami, in high spirits, was standing on a wooden crate, boldly raising a huge beer mug.

"Come on, you green-haired one! I'm having a great time today, let's drink until we drop!!"

The joy of surviving the ordeal, coupled with the disappearance of the pain that had been weighing on her heart, allowed Nami to completely let go of herself.

She drank glass after glass, her face flushing with a charming rosy hue.

"Tch, don't get too cocky, witch." Zoro retorted, but still raised his glass in a toast.

After several rounds of drinking contests.

"Hiccup... I... I can still drink..."

Nami's wine glass swayed, and finally, unable to hold her liquor, her body went limp, and she fell backward without warning.

"Nami-san!!!"

Sanji, who had been keeping a close eye on the goddess's every move, instantly turned his eyes into hearts, let out a shrill scream, and charged over like a whirlwind:

"Let me catch you in my warm embrace... Whoa?!"

"Bang!"

A foot wearing a green boot "inadvertently" peeked out.

Sanji tripped hard, landing face down and sliding several meters across the floor.

"You damn green-haired moss! Do you want to fight?!" Sanji roared as he got up.

"Sorry, I slipped." Zoro calmly took a sip of his drink.

And in that brief moment of emptiness.

A pair of strong hands had already firmly embraced Nami's slender waist.

Viktor caught the drunken navigator, looked at the flushed, dazed girl in his arms, and shook his head helplessly.

"Honestly, why is she drinking so much when she's just recovered from a serious illness?"

Viktor scooped Nami up in his arms and said to Zoro and Sanji, who were still arguing:

"Alright, stop arguing. I'll take this drunkard back to his room to rest."

"Ah! That kind of job should be done by me, a knight..." Sanji was about to protest.

"Alright, alright, Chef, hurry up and grill the meat! Luffy's going to eat the whole plate!"

Viktor smiled and dismissed Sanji, then carried Nami towards the second-floor cabin.

……

Leaving the noisy deck, the corridors of the ship's cabins were unusually quiet.

Inside Nami's room.

The orange light was dim and ambiguous, and a faint orange scent filled the air—Nami's unique fragrance.

Viktor poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table. Looking at the blushing girl on the bed, his gaze softened.

"Get a good night's sleep, Miss Navigator."

"Viktor said softly, then turned to leave."

Just as he turned around...

"Don't go..."

Suddenly, a small, hot hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed Viktor's wrist tightly.

Viktor stopped and turned around.

Nami had opened her eyes at some point.

Those big eyes, which were usually filled with images of money, were now misty and looked at him with a wet look.

"Nami?" Viktor paused, taken aback. "Isn't she passed out yet?"

"I don't want you to leave..."

Nami, fueled by alcohol, possessed astonishing strength in her hands.

She sat up, the blanket slipped off, revealing her shoulders clad in a thin nightgown.

"Starting from Cocoyasi Village... to Rogge Town... and then to that snow-capped mountain..."

Her short, orange hair was plastered messily to her cheeks.

Nami's voice choked with emotion as she looked into Viktor's eyes.

"You're always there when I'm in danger. You always stand in front of me when I'm in despair."

"That snow-capped mountain...so high...so cold..."

Nami recalled the warmth of his back, like a fireplace, that she had felt while she was unconscious, and tears streamed down her face.

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you're my partner," Viktor said softly, trying to brush it off with a standard answer.

"fraud."

Nami bit her lip, staring intently at him, her wildness and straightforwardness, characteristic of a little thief, completely erupting under the influence of alcohol:

"Just a partner? Would a partner look at me like you do?"

"Victor...look into my eyes and tell me."

Nami sat up in bed and wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck. They were so close, their breaths mingling.

"You...like it, right?"

"Don't go...stay tonight."

Looking at the courageous girl before him, Viktor's sense of reason snapped completely.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh……"

Viktor reached out and gently pinched Nami's chin:

"What a greedy little thief cat!"

"Since you've already put it this way... I wouldn't be a man if I pretended to be stupid."

The moment the words fell.

Viktor lowered his head and kissed those lips that carried a faint scent of wine and the sweetness of oranges.

"Well……"

Nami's body trembled violently, then she closed her eyes and responded awkwardly yet passionately.

The light and shadow in the room seemed to become hazy.

Victor then pushed her down onto the soft bed.

"Wait... for the light..." Nami said in a moment of panic, pointing to the table lamp between breaths.

Victor remained silent, only staring intently at Nami.

The sound of clothes slipping off was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Nami trembled slightly, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

She clung tightly to Viktor's shoulders, completely surrendering to his gaze.

"Victor..."

"I am here."

The waves gently lapped against the hull, and the Merry swayed tenderly in the waves, as if the sea itself were singing a lullaby for the lovers.

That night, the navigator of the Going Merry not only found a cure for her illness.

She also found the harbor where she could always find peace and security on the vast ocean.

In that intoxicating scent of oranges, their two hearts finally came together without reservation.

More than just hugs

……

The next morning.

Bright sunlight streamed into the room through the round porthole.

Nami's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly woke up. She instinctively reached out to touch the side beside her.

The place was empty, but the sheets still held the warmth of that person.

"That bastard..."

The hangover headache had disappeared, replaced by a feeling of soreness all over my body, as if my body had fallen apart.

Memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

An orange ocean, scorching breaths, and that man who, though not gentle, was utterly captivating…

"ah!!"

Nami abruptly pulled the blanket over her face, looking at the ambiguous marks on her collarbone and arms, feeling as ashamed and indignant as a boiled shrimp.

"What...what is this?! That bastard!!"

Just then.

"Click".

The door was pushed open.

Victor walked in carrying a tray with a steaming hot breakfast on it.

He looked refreshed and energetic, his face still sporting that same smug, cheeky grin, showing absolutely no embarrassment.

Good morning, Nami.

Viktor placed breakfast on the bedside table, looked at Nami who was huddled under the covers with only her eyes showing, and grinned mischievously:

"What? Still reminiscing?"

"Reminiscing about it, my foot!!"

A pillow flew over with pinpoint accuracy.

Viktor easily caught the pillow, walked to the bedside and sat down. Seeing Nami's awkward movements, he solemnly raised his hand, his palm glowing with green chakra.

"You look like you're in a lot of pain? Do you need my help?"

"This is my unique skill, the 'Palm Immortal Technique,' which is specially designed to treat sprains, bruises, and backaches. The effects are immediate!"

"Who needs your treatment?!"

Nami was filled with shame and rage, her face flushed crimson: "It's all your fault! Pervert! Lecher! Get out!!"

Although she was cursing, when Victor leaned in and gently placed a good morning kiss on her forehead...

Nami's cursing stopped.

Her face flushed, and she turned her head away, but didn't look away. She just muttered something under her breath:

"...The porridge is getting cold."

This moment.

After the veil of secrecy between the two, known as "first mate and navigator," was finally lifted, a closer bond was established between them.

however.

This warm and romantic world for two did not last long.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! What a huge fish!!!!"

A vibrant roar instantly shattered the morning's tranquility.

Then came Luffy's excited, booming voice, which pierced through the door:

"Hey!!! Everyone come out and look!! A super huge fish!!"

"Meat! It's all meat!!"

"Hey! Zoro! Go down there and catch him right now!! We want grilled fish!!"

From the deck came Zoro's grumpy voice, still carrying the grumpiness of someone just woke up:

"Huh?! Why me?! Can't you go catch it yourself?!"

"I want to eat it! Hurry, hurry!!"

inside the room.

Viktor and Nami exchanged a glance and chuckled helplessly.

"Seriously... these guys."