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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 56: War Games

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEARS!! I hope everyone is enjoying their days! I wanted to reach out and which everyone a happy new years! and we also have a new chapter today! We have alot of POVs going on as well as some revelations that will add to the whole story as we get closer to the end... Thank you to everyone for following along, liking, resharing, etc... Now with out further a do, let the adventure begin!

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I cant seem to find the gif of this, but here is the video! We finally get Sanji putting Judge in his place.

Y/N POV…

As we finally made it inside Bege's castle, I slightly stumbled and fell to the floor. I quickly pulled out the earplugs, panting as I tried to catch my breath. “Y/N!” four different voices called out in unison. I looked up to see Luffy, worry etched on his face, alongside King, Sanji, and Ichiji.

Chopper soon came into view, his expression focused and determined. “Let’s get your wounds tended to,” he said, kneeling beside me. “Can someone carry her?” he yelled, glancing at the others.

Immediately, Sanji and Ichiji began to argue over who should take me. “I got her!” Sanji insisted, stepping forward, but Ichiji shot back, “No way, I’ll do it!”

Before they could escalate the argument further, King pushed them both aside effortlessly and scooped me up into his arms, heading toward the sofa. I could hear Sanji and Ichiji grumbling behind us, both looking annoyed at being outmaneuvered.

Once we settled on the sofa, Chopper carefully removed Zoro’s bandana from my head, revealing the wound I had sustained from Perospero. “What possessed you to taunt him like that, princess?” King asked, a mix of concern and frustration in his voice.

I turned to him and smirked. “Because it was fun,” I replied, and Luffy burst into laughter, the sound a welcome relief amidst the tension.

“By any chance, do you have those medications you used to give me when I was injured and had to train the next day?” I asked King, raising an eyebrow hopefully.

He nodded and pulled out a tiny box from his pocket. “I always carry some just in case,” he said, smirking back at me.

“Mhmm,” Nami chimed in, giving King and me a knowing look.

I tried to sit up straighter, but a sharp pain shot through my head. “Right, where are my—ow, ow!” I exclaimed, gripping my head as the throbbing intensified.

“Easy there,” Chopper soothed, looking worried as he prepared the medication. “Let’s just get you patched up first.” His hooves moved quickly, expertly tending to my wound.

“You must be the ship’s doctor, Chopper, correct?” King asked, his voice steady and respectful as he watched Chopper work.

Chopper nodded proudly. “That’s right!”

“He's the best doctor there is,” I added, and Chopper’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

“Flattery won’t get you nowhere, you big dummy,” he retorted, but the smile on his face betrayed his happiness. His gaze then shifted to Nami. “And you must be the ship’s navigator, correct?”

“That’s right,” Nami replied, grinning at him.

Chopper’s eyes sparkled with excitement. King continued, “I met you already, the skeleton named Brook.”

“Yohooho! It’s an honor to meet you!” Brook exclaimed, bowing dramatically, his skeletal frame making it even more amusing.

“And I also met you, Monkey D. Luffy,” Chopper said, turning his attention to Luffy. “The princess talks a lot about you, as you are very special to her.”

Luffy beamed, scratching the back of his head. “Of course! Y/N’s part of our crew! I’d do anything to protect her!” His words sent a warm rush through me, and I couldn’t help but smile at the camaraderie around us.

Chopper finished patching my wound, ensuring everything was secure. “All done! Just take it easy for a bit, okay?” he instructed, looking relieved.

“Now we just need my right ankle,” I said, about to get up when King stopped me.

“Allow me,” he said, gently gripping my ankle. As he touched my skin, a white hue began to glow from my thigh halter, connecting to his rings. I felt a soothing warmth spread through my ankle, and the pain quickly faded.

“How did you…” I began, my voice laced with curiosity.

King glanced at me, his expression a mix of seriousness and warmth. “My family has a unique ability to channel energy through our gear. The white glow comes from my connection to my powers. It allows me to heal injuries by transferring energy.”

“So, does that mean when my blades turn white and I touch an injury, I can heal it?” I asked, intrigued.

He nodded, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. “Exactly. You have the potential to harness that ability. With practice, you can learn to use it effectively, just like I do.”

“Wow, that’s incredible!” I exclaimed, a smile spreading across my face. “I never imagined my blades could do something like that. It feels good to know I can help others even more in battle.”

King chuckled softly. "I told you once you understand your blade's potential, it'll all come to you."

"You never told me these things?!" I exclaimed.

"And you never told me my rings also have that trick if someone else were to use them," I added, now standing up.

"I may have forgotten to mention that slight detail when we departed back in Sabaody," he said with a hint of amusement.

I rolled my eyes playfully at his teasing, but my attention shifted as King’s gaze turned to Sanji, who stood nearby. King stepped closer to him, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. "And you must be the ship's cook, Sanji," he said.

"Yes," Sanji replied, his tone cautious.

"I’ve heard a lot about you as well," King continued, pulling something from his coat pocket. "Take this… read it when you are alone," he said, handing over a small envelope before turning away.

“Right, sorry guys! This man—this incredible human being—happens to be…” I began, feeling the tension in the air shift slightly as I prepared to reveal more, but my words were abruptly cut off by a booming voice from behind.

"King… just what the hell are you doing here?" Judge’s voice echoed through the room, sharp and demanding. He strode in with a commanding presence, his expression a mix of surprise and anger. Instinctively, I stepped in front of King, my body moving before my mind caught up. A protective urge surged through me.

I narrowed my eyes at Judge, feeling the weight of his gaze. "How do you know him?" I asked, suspicion lacing my tone. This wasn’t the first time I had sensed a deeper connection between the Vinsmokes and King, but now it was clear something more was at play.

King crossed his arms, his stance relaxed but his eyes sharp. "Let’s just say my father and Judge knew each other quite well," he said, his voice steady, though I could detect a hint of disdain.

Judge’s face twisted in frustration, his voice rising as if trying to assert dominance in the room. “Your father was a fool, King! He didn’t understand the potential we could have unlocked together! He was too idealistic!”

I could see King’s jaw tighten, his sharp features hardening. His eyes burned with anger, a fire that made the room feel even more tense.

“You mean he didn’t fall in line with your twisted experiments,” King shot back, his voice dangerously calm, but every word was laced with venom. “He refused to sacrifice lives for your so-called ‘progress.’ That’s not idealism; that’s being a decent human being—something you wouldn’t understand.”

Judge sneered, stepping forward, his towering figure casting a shadow. “Your father squandered an opportunity to create perfection! And look at you now—wasting the legacy of your race on petty morality and weak alliances.”

The tension in Kings frame became palpable. “My father chose peace over power, Judge. That’s a legacy I’ll defend until my dying breath. Unlike you, I don’t measure worth in numbers or strength.”

I glanced between the two of them, feeling the weight of their history collide in the room. Judge’s arrogance met King’s unwavering resolve like a storm meeting an unyielding mountain.

“Your defiance cost you your kingdom, your people,” Judge spat, his words like poison.

King took a step closer, his deep voice reverberating through the air. “And your greed has cost you your humanity.”

The words hung heavy, and I felt a pang of pride in King’s stance. He was unapologetic, fearless in the face of Judge’s attempts to belittle him.

I couldn’t help but step closer to King, standing by his side as I glared at Judge. “For someone so obsessed with perfection,” I said, my tone sharp, “you sure make a mess of everything you touch.”

Judge’s eyes flicked to me, narrowing with contempt. “And who are you to speak here? A stray under his wing?”

Before King could respond, I tilted my head, letting a sly smile cross my face. “A stray? Maybe. But even a stray knows loyalty—something you seem to have no grasp of.”

Judge’s face contorted in fury, but King placed a firm hand on my shoulder, pulling me gently back. His eyes met mine briefly, a silent message of gratitude, before turning his focus back to the man who dared to insult his family’s name. “You, along with those in MADS, created that stupid clone which cost my father his marriage to my mother!” King’s voice echoed, each word sharp and unwavering. “And let’s not forget Vegapunk’s twisted idea to create a clone of my mother!”

Judge’s expression flickered for a brief moment, but King pressed on, his anger barely contained.

“I’m glad she put all of you to shame,” King continued, his golden eyes blazing with conviction. “She stood up to countless threats—your experiments, your ambitions—and she never faltered. I may have been a child, but even then, I saw her strength, her fearlessness. She was strong beyond her years, stronger than any of you could ever hope to be.”

The room fell silent, Judge’s bravado momentarily stifled by King’s raw honesty.

I glanced at King, feeling a deep admiration for the way he defended his family, his mother’s memory. It wasn’t just anger—it was respect, love, and a refusal to let her legacy be tarnished by the likes of Judge.

Judge finally scoffed, trying to regain his composure. “You speak of strength, but where is she now, King? All that ‘fearlessness’ led her to what? An early grave?”

My fists clenched at his callous words, the blatant disrespect igniting something fiery inside me. Before King could respond, I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the tense air like a blade. “And who the hell are you to speak of her like that?” I yelled, my tone sharp with indignation.

Judge’s eyes snapped toward me, but I didn’t back down. “From what I know, King’s father sacrificed his life for her, and she did the same for her people! It wasn’t her fault some bozo killed her!” I continued, my voice rising as I let the anger flow freely.

Judge’s lips curled into a sneer. “You watch your tongue,” he said coldly, his tone full of disdain. “You may be legally married to my son, Ichiji, but I will not stand for your petty outbursts.”

I stepped even closer, standing tall and unwavering. “And I won’t stand for your blatant disrespect!” I shot back, my voice filled with righteous anger. “You think a legacy is built on cruelty and manipulation? Let me tell you something: her legacy is worth more than all of the cold, soulless experiments you’ve ever conducted combined!”

Judge’s sneer deepened, but I wasn’t done. I narrowed my eyes at him, my tone dropping to something sharp and dangerous. “And another thing, Judge—cut the crap with the whole ‘legally married’ bullshit. If I wanted to, I’d burn Germa to the ground without breaking a sweat. Let’s not forget something—you needed me more than I ever needed you.”

His face twisted in a mixture of frustration and disbelief, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. The room felt charged with tension, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.

King smirked faintly beside me, as he crossed his arms, clearly enjoying seeing Judge thrown off his high horse. “She’s got a point,” King said coolly, his voice laced with approval.

Judge’s composure cracked further, his fists clenching at his sides. “You think you can speak to me like that?” he spat, his voice rising with indignation. Judge’s face twisted even further, his frustration mounting as I delivered my words with unyielding confidence. The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he might explode.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly with a smirk of my own. “Cry me a river, will ya. Besides, your son knew exactly who I was. I’m a pirate, Judge. I’ve always been a pirate, and I still am a pirate. Just because someone throws a title into the mix doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass again.”

Ichiji, who had been silent up until now, stepped forward, his tone measured but laced with irritation. “Father, I told you not to antagonize her. She’s proven herself more than capable of holding her ground.” He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “And as much as I dislike this situation, I respect her strength.”

From the side, Yonji piped up, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “I knew I should have asked her to marry me first! She’d look way better standing next to me than that stuck-up Ichiji.”

I shot Yonji a pointed look, my patience with him wearing thin. Before I could retort, Judge interrupted, his voice taking on an almost reflective tone. “You look just like her...”

My brow furrowed, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Like who?” I asked, my tone cautious.

“Like King’s mother, Red,” Judge said, his gaze scrutinizing. “Same fire and stubbornness.”

A smirk crept onto my face. “Well, then it looks like I’m doing a fine job putting you in your place, huh?” I said, smiling confidently.

Judge’s jaw tightened, but before he could respond, I turned my attention to King. “Now, King, back to the matter at hand. Do any of my weapons and jewelry have Germa tech in them?”

King met my gaze, his expression softening slightly, a rare moment of warmth from him. “Yes and no,” he said. “The technology you wield is advanced, sure, but it’s not like Germa’s cold, emotionless modifications. You weren’t engineered; you were trained. The power you hold comes from within. Even without your weapons, you’d still be a force to be reckoned with.”

Judge scoffed, clearly unimpressed by King’s words. “Sentimentality has no place in battle. Power is power, regardless of where it comes from,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Judge once again. “And that’s why you’ll never truly understand strength,” I said coldly. “Because real power isn’t just about force; it’s about will, conviction, and knowing what you’re fighting for. That’s something no Germa tech can replicate.”

King nodded, his smirk returning. “Exactly. Machines and clones might be powerful, but they’ll never have what we do: heart and a purpose.”

Judge’s scowl deepened, his frustration palpable. For once, he seemed to realize he was outnumbered—not just in numbers but in spirit.

The tension between the two men was thick, but King’s focus shifted back to me. His voice was steady, yet commanding. “Watch and observe,” he said as he took a step toward me. “Princess, remove your weapons and rings for a moment.”

I hesitated, my fingers instinctively reaching for the blades hidden beneath my clothing. The idea of being without them, even for a moment, made me uneasy. They weren’t just weapons—they were an extension of myself. But King’s gaze was firm, and I trusted him.

Slowly, I removed my hidden blades, my right ring, and the bracelet that connected them. The absence of their weight felt strange, almost foreign, like a part of me was missing. I handed them to King, feeling exposed without my usual arsenal.

“Wait!” Luffy’s voice broke through the room, full of concern. “Y/N, he’s going to—”

“Nothing will happen,” King said, cutting Luffy off with a calm but authoritative tone. “I crafted these weapons myself. I know their capabilities inside and out. They won’t harm me.”

Luffy frowned but didn’t argue, still watching carefully.

King then glanced around the room, his eyes locking onto a nearby table. “Pass me that table,” he instructed.

Luffy, though still wary, handed him the table. King set it in front of me, and the room seemed to hold its breath, everyone watching closely.

“Princess,” King said, his voice low but commanding, “I want you to harness all your energy and punch an electric hole straight through this table.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?” I asked, wondering if he really expected me to generate that much power without any enhancements.

King’s eyes bore into mine, his voice unwavering. “Just do it,” he urged, his confidence in me clear.

The weight of his words settled over me, and despite my nerves, I nodded. My body tensed, ready to channel all the energy I had into my fist. I could feel the usual surge of power rising within me, a dangerous force I had learned to control.

With a deep breath, I focused, narrowing my thoughts to the table in front of me. My muscles strained as I drew the energy from the core of my being, directing it into my arm.

The room grew silent, and in that brief moment, I felt an unspoken challenge from King, a test of my true potential.

And then, with all the force I could muster, I struck.

A crackling surge of energy erupted from my fist as I punched the table with everything I had. The air seemed to hum with the power I unleashed, and I could hear the wood splinter and crack beneath my strike.

The table shuddered and split open, an electric crackle running through it as the punch left a visible hole in its center.

I stepped back, panting, as the room erupted in gasps of surprise.

King stood unfazed, a small but approving smirk on his face. “There it is,” he said quietly. “The power within you has always been there. No enhancements, no tech, just you.”

I glanced at the table, still reeling from the intensity of what I had just done. The absence of my weapons felt less strange now, as though my strength was no longer defined by the tools I carried, but by the power I possessed in myself.

Luffy’s eyes were wide with awe. “Y/N… that was insane!”

King nodded approvingly. "Now, show them your punches and kicks without the enhancements," he said, his tone serious once more. "I want them to see what you’re capable of, purely on your own strength."

I hesitated, the vulnerability of being without my enhancements weighing on me. Slowly, I removed the remaining pieces of jewelry, even my wedding ring and band. I handed them over to King, feeling an odd sense of exposure without the items that had become so much a part of me.

King took a step back, getting into a fighting stance. "Now, I want you to come at me."

I blinked, my body tensing in surprise. "Wait a—"

"No exceptions," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Come at me with everything you’ve got."

I swallowed, feeling the challenge hang in the air. Without my enhancements, I would have to rely on pure skill and instinct once more. But that’s what King wanted—to prove that even without the crutches of technology, I was a warrior in my own right.

Taking a deep breath, I charged at him, launching myself forward with a burst of speed. My fist aimed for his chest, but he sidestepped effortlessly, forcing me to pivot quickly. I threw a roundhouse kick, and again, he blocked it with precision.

"Faster," he urged, his eyes locked onto mine. "Don’t hold back."

My heart pounded in my chest as I unleashed a series of punches and kicks, each one faster, sharper, more calculated. King dodged and blocked each one, his movements fluid and controlled, but I could feel myself getting closer, each strike more difficult for him to evade.

Finally, I landed a punch on King’s arm, the impact sending a satisfying shudder through him. His smirk widened, eyes gleaming with newfound respect.

"Not bad, Princess. Not bad at all." I grinned, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through me as I flexed my fist. King wore a proud smile tugging at his lips.

Excitement bubbled up in me. "Ahh! This is so cool!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down before throwing my arms around King in an impulsive hug.

King chuckled, returning the embrace without hesitation. "You’ve come a long way, Y/N."

"Y/N, you never told us King was this handsome and talented," Nami teased, her grin playful as she watched the exchange.

I laughed, pulling back from King. "He’s alright…" I glanced up at him with a mix of fondness and gratitude. "But I owe him a lot. He and the guys on that island pushed me harder than I thought I could handle. They trained me day and night, kicked my ass so many times I lost count. I was knocked out cold more days than I care to admit."

King nodded, his expression softening as he handed me back my jewelry along with my anklet and my thigh halter with the hidden blades. I strapped them onto my leg with practiced ease, feeling a sense of comfort as the familiar weight settled against my skin.

"But without that training, I wouldn’t be the person I am today." I glanced at King, then bowed my head slightly in respect. "Thank you."

"You earned every bit of it," King replied, his voice steady with pride.

With my weapons back in place, I straightened and smiled. "Much better." The weight of the blades against my leg was a comfort I hadn’t realized I missed.

“So… it looks like our sister-in-law is a badass on and off the court,” Yonji commented, a smirk on his face. “Ichiji, your wife is one hell of a woman.”

“Yonji, stop flirting with my wife,” Ichiji shot back as he made his way towards me.

Suddenly, Sanji stepped in front of me, placing a protective hand over my shoulder. “She’s not your wife! Last time I checked, someone objected to the wedding,” he said, anger lacing his voice.

“Stay out of this, Sanji. It doesn’t concern you,” Ichiji replied, standing face-to-face with him, tension crackling in the air.

I opened my mouth to intervene, but before I could say anything, Bege interrupted, his voice cutting through the rising tension. “I got an announcement. We are changing gears on this operation; the assassination has failed.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” I muttered, shock washing over me.

“The Big Father is trapped in candy, and even worse, we are surrounded by Big Mom’s whole family. We’ve got no other choice but to wait for the inevitable,” Bege explained, his tone grim.

“Well, that’s optimistic,” I replied dryly, rolling my eyes as I placed a hand over my head, feeling Zoro’s bandana firmly in place. Its familiar weight and comfort settled over me, grounding me in the moment.

"Hey, you're back!" Luffy exclaimed, seeing as Bege now appeared. “I’m so jealous! I wish I could turn into a giant castle!” Luffy chimed in, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Your Devil Fruit is so cool!” Chopper added, bouncing on his hooves.

Bege shot them a glare. “Wipe that grin off your face! We’re in a tight spot now.” His voice was low and serious. “We’ve been planning that assassination for a whole stickin' year, and now that plan blew up in our faces!”

“Y’all didn’t have a backup plan… just curious is all,” I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Listen, princess… I’ve never failed a hit job in my life!” Bege shot back, his frustration palpable.

“Well, there’s always a first for everything,” I replied with a smirk, earning a hard glare from him.

Brook approached, a gentle smile on his face as he handed cups of tea to both King and me. “Thank you, Brook,” I said gratefully, sipping the warm beverage.

“Thank you, Brook,” King echoed, his tone softening a bit.

“It would appear an emperor is out of our league,” Brook said thoughtfully, glancing around the room. “What should we do now?”

“What we need to do is act fast,” Jinbei interjected. “Whatever it is, we better do it quick because we won’t be safe for long.”

“Alright, listen up, and get your heads on straight. This castle is still me; it’s strong but not unbreakable,” Bege warned, his voice steady. “In other words, if I die, then we are going to be dinner for all those sharks out there.”

“Dinner?!” Nami and Chopper exclaimed, their faces paling at the thought.

I continued to sip the tea Brook had given me, feeling the warmth seep into my bones as Sanji stood protectively to my left and King to my right. “Alright, so what’s Plan B again?” I asked, trying to maintain a sense of calm amid the chaos.

“Don’t blame it on me! That launcher was state-of-the-art—” Caesar started, but Bege cut him off, falling into an exasperated scream.

“Bege…” I whispered, sensing the tension building in the air.

“Outside!” Bege commanded suddenly.

As we noticed Big Mom had stopped screaming, dread washed over me. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. “Where is Bege, Strawhat, and that rotten princess?” Big Mom’s voice boomed through the castle, sending shivers down my spine.

“Hmm, looks like I have a fan,” I said with a nervous chuckle as I placed my tea cup down on the broken table. Grabbing my sword once more, I debated which gemstone to press for the best effect.

“What the hell! I need the exercise anyway,” I said, slowly making my way toward the window.

“Like hell you do!” Sanji shouted, reaching out to grab my arm, his expression a mix of anger and concern.

“That filthy monster…” Bege muttered as Big Mom continued to pummel the Big Father, causing Bege to tumble across the floor.

“Honeyyy!” Chiffon cried, worry etched across her face as she watched her husband.

“Bege!” Luffy yelled, his voice echoing in the chaos. Chiffon ran toward the window, desperate to talk some sense into Big Mom.

“Chiffon, get back!” I shouted, but Luffy managed to leap in and save her just in time from Big Mom’s swinging fist.

“That was a close one,” he said, grinning at her.

“Are you okay?” Nami asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Come out now! Face me for ruining my tea party!” Big Mom bellowed, her frustration evident.

“That tea party was already ruined when you added that musical number,” I rolled my eyes, earning a chuckle from King beside me.

“I’m going to go out there and kick her ass! There’s no other way! Y/N, you ready?” Luffy declared, his excitement palpable.

“Hell yeah!” I responded, adrenaline coursing through my veins. But as I prepared to dash forward, I felt Sanji’s grip tighten on my arm.

“What did I say about reckless plans?” he scolded, his eyes fierce.

I broke free from his grasp, meeting his worried gaze. “I still have a duty, and that means protecting my captain too, Sanji,” I replied firmly.

Just as I was about to sprint toward Luffy, I felt a sudden force catch me and pull me away. “What the…?” I exclaimed, realizing it was Ichiji.

“You’re not going anywhere, princess,” he said in a low, threatening tone.

“Luffy!” Nami shouted, as I turned to see that Luffy had also been caught, this time by Chopper.

“Y/N! No!” he cried. “We don’t have to risk our lives for this! We did exactly what we came here for: save Sanji and get you back! That’s what we accomplished!”

Ichiji growled, and I turned my focus back to him. “Not only that, we also got a copy of the Poneglyph and rescued Sanji’s family like he asked us to! Don’t throw away everything we accomplished! If you still have energy to fight back, then think of a way we can escape out of here,” Nami urged, her voice steady.

“You’re right, Nami,” I said slowly, feeling the tension ease a bit as I made my way back toward the group, putting my sword behind me.

I turned to Sanji, who was still looking concerned. “Sorry I snapped at you,” I said, my tone softer now.

Sanji's cheeks flushed pink as he began to swoon, his usual charm shining through even in the midst of the chaos. “It’s… it’s okay, Y/N,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure.

“Princess, what did I say about rage?” King’s voice was calm but firm as he stepped closer to me, his eyes steady on mine.

I sighed, repeating his words from countless training sessions. “Rage isn’t good because it clouds your judgment… but it’s good when fighting,” I said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

King nodded but didn’t smile back. “That’s right. But right now, you need to stay sharp, keep your head clear. You can channel that rage into your strength, but don’t let it take over.”

I let out a slow breath, absorbing his words. He was right, as always. Fighting with blind anger would only lead to mistakes, and we couldn’t afford any of those right now.

“I’ll keep it in check,” I said, nodding firmly.

“Spoken like a true king,” Brook remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "I must say, it’s quite impressive how you handle yourself, Your Highness!"

King glanced at Brook, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Thank you. I’ve had to learn a lot quickly.”

Curious, Brook tilted his head. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, by chance?”

“I’m 30,” King responded calmly, his eyes briefly flickering with the weight of responsibility. “I took the throne when I was 20, after my father and mother passed, they both died when I was 3 years old”

Brook’s bony jaw dropped in surprise. “That’s quite young to ascend the throne. I can’t imagine the pressure you must’ve been under!”

King shrugged slightly, his usual composed demeanor in place. “It wasn’t easy. But someone had to do it.”

I looked at King, admiration swelling in my chest. “Well, you’ve handled it better than anyone could have.”

King’s eyes softened as they met mine, and he gave me a small nod. “Thanks. But leading comes with its challenges, as you know well.”

“I guess we’re both still learning,” I said with a light smile, feeling the depth of King’s experience and understanding despite his calm exterior.

Nami nodded, her arms crossed as she scanned the chaotic surroundings. "Exactly. If we were here to fight Big Mom directly, we would've brought Franky, Zoro, and everyone else. This wasn’t supposed to be an all-out battle."

“I miss my partner,” I said softly, the mention of Zoro bringing a fond smile to my face. The thought of him cutting through enemies beside me gave me a bit of comfort in the tension.

At the mention of Zoro, I noticed Sanji stiffen beside me. His flare of anger was almost palpable. He clenched his fists, a vein pulsing at his temple as he fought to keep his cool. "Partner, huh?" he muttered through gritted teeth, the jealousy clear in his voice.

I glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Sanji, don't tell me you're getting all worked up over that."

His eyes met mine, a mix of frustration and protectiveness swirling within them. "I’m not worked up," Sanji muttered, clearly trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "Just... reminding you that I’m here now, and I’m not letting anyone hurt you." His gaze shifted to King, a silent assertion of his place by my side. I sighed, shaking my head softly, the tension between the two palpable as they sized each other up.

Meanwhile, Luffy struggled against Chopper’s hold. "Chopper, let me go!" he yelled, determination etched on his face.

Brook stepped forward, his voice calm and rational in the chaos. "Luffy... as Nami said, we were fortunate to make it this far. Our small numbers allowed us to slip through. The others are waiting for us. We must make it to Wano safely." His words carried a quiet wisdom, urging restraint.

Bege, still in his massive castle form, was being battered relentlessly by Big Mom. Every hit shook him to his core, but he stood firm. "Chopper, let me go!" Luffy shouted again, his voice more desperate. "We can’t just leave him! Bege’s taking all this pain for us!"

Bege grunted, his voice hoarse as he pushed through the pain. "We’re all in this together. I care about my men... my wife and child... too much to let them die here!"

The relentless barrage from Big Mom forced another painful groan from Bege. "If we want everyone to survive... there’s only one way out..." he muttered, breathless but determined.

"You’ve got a plan, right?!" Nami said, hope sparking in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked, eager for a way out.

"I’ll change back into my original form... then Caesar will fly us out of here. That’s the only way."

The group erupted in relieved cheers, but Caesar’s voice cut through the noise. "Why the hell me?! This is a suicide mission!" His fear was palpable, and I could almost hear the panic in his words.

"Quit complaining!" I snapped, frustration creeping into my voice. Caesar's whining had long since grated on my nerves.

"You should’ve been dead a long time ago, princess," Caesar sneered. "And once I get my heart back, I’ll make sure of it myself!"

My anger flared, and I was about to send him a shock when King stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity. "Allow me," King said darkly, his presence commanding.

But before King could act, Ichiji stepped forward, blocking his path with an air of unshakable confidence. "Actually... let me," Ichiji said, his right fist crackling with red electricity, a vivid sign of his power. The energy surged around his knuckles, the raw intensity of it making the air around us feel charged. "Hey, idiot!" he called out to Caesar, who turned just in time to meet Ichiji’s furious eyes.

"You threatened my wife," Ichiji continued, his voice low and dangerous, the words heavy with authority. "Now, you deal with me!"

Without hesitation, Ichiji launched himself forward, the power in his punch unmistakable. His fist collided with Caesar’s cheek with an explosive crack, sending the scientist crashing to the ground with a heavy thud that reverberated through the air. For a moment, the world seemed to still in the aftermath of the impact, the sound of Caesar’s body hitting the ground echoing like a warning.

I stood there, stunned, my jaw dropping in shock at Ichiji’s sudden and explosive move. The force of it left me momentarily speechless. I had never seen him so fiercely protective before. Turning to Nami, I saw her smirking, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and approval at the second declaration of Ichiji’s protectiveness.

"I guess he really does care," Nami murmured, the look in her eyes almost playful. But I couldn’t respond, my mind still trying to process the scene that had just unfolded before me.

Ichiji, however, seemed completely unfazed by the chaos he’d just caused. He walked back toward me with his usual confident stride, his presence commanding, as if he had every right to act on his emotions. When he reached me, he stopped in front of me, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Ichiji reached out, gently closing my mouth with his hand as if to say ‘enough with the surprise.’ "You’re just so cute," he teased, his voice surprisingly soft, almost affectionate in the way he spoke. His words were both lighthearted and tender, and it was the kind of attention I wasn’t used to from him. Before I could react, his lips brushed my forehead in a kiss, soft and unexpected, lingering for just a moment before he pulled back.

My heart skipped a beat, heat flooding my cheeks as I felt my face burn with a blush. The sudden tenderness of his touch caught me off guard. "Ichiji..." I whispered, barely able to hold his gaze. Embarrassed but also strangely touched by his gesture, my emotions were in a whirlwind. The kiss had been a reminder of how far his protectiveness went, how deep his feelings were beneath the surface.

But not everyone was as pleased with the situation. Sanji, who had been watching the scene unfold with a simmering intensity, finally snapped. His eyes blazed with fury, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Every muscle in his body was taut with anger, and I could practically hear the grinding of his teeth as he stepped forward.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" Sanji growled, his voice thick with tension, the heat of his rage radiating from him like an uncontrollable fire. He was ready to explode, and I could see it in the way his body shook, each step closer to Ichiji a promise of a confrontation.

Ichiji didn’t even flinch. His gaze met Sanji’s fiery one with an almost casual indifference, as if he had no fear of whatever fury Sanji could unleash. In fact, he seemed rather entertained by it. "Just keeping her safe," Ichiji replied coolly, his voice unwavering and almost too calm in the face of Sanji’s outburst. The nonchalance in his tone was infuriating to Sanji, who took another step forward, his fists tightening even more.

Nami leaned in close to me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she watched the exchange. “Looks like you’re attracting a bit of attention,” she whispered, her tone playful as she gave me a wink.

I let out a soft laugh, still blushing as the tension between the brothers simmered.

Sanji POV…

"What does this bastard think he’s doing?!" I thought, rage boiling inside me as I watched Ichiji pull that stunt with Y/N. My princess. It wasn’t just the kiss on the forehead or the cocky way he closed her jaw, but the smugness, the way he acted like he had some right over her. It was bad enough that we were both forced into these marriages, but now this? This was him rubbing it in my face.

“I already have enough competition with Law... and moss head…” I grumbled internally, feeling the sharp sting of jealousy clawing at me. But Ichiji? This scumbag? He didn’t deserve someone like Y/N. He didn’t deserve even to look at her, much less act like he could protect her better than I could.

"Answer me this, Sanji..." Judge's voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. His eyes bore into me, full of contempt. "Why did you save us?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration and confusion. "We fell into that trap on our own. We’re hardly your allies!" Judge’s words were sharp, but I barely paid attention. I was still fuming, my mind stuck on Ichiji’s smug face.

Then Judge turned his attention to Y/N, and my body tensed instinctively. I couldn’t help but feel a spike of anger surge through me. The way he barked at her—like she was nothing more than a child in need of discipline—it sent my blood boiling.

"As for you, princess, why did you continue to taunt Perospero?!" Judge demanded, his voice full of contempt.

I clenched my fists, the urge to step in growing stronger by the second. But before I could, Y/N’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and carefree. "I swear you must be going deaf, Judge," she said with a smirk, her tone mocking. "Can’t blame you, you’re reaching your prime old age. But if I must repeat it, I did it for funsies."

That damn spark of mischief in her eyes, the playful way she tossed her words at him—it made her so damn irresistible. Even in the face of Judge's anger, she remained unphased. She always had this ability to make the situation feel light, to act as though nothing could touch her.

But I knew better. "She was buying us time," I thought, feeling a pang of admiration for her quick thinking. Y/N was always thinking ahead, always trying to protect us, even when she made it seem like she was just playing around.

"That’s enough, Father!" Ichiji’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and my eyes snapped to him. "I won’t have you disrespecting my wife in front of me," he said, his tone firm and commanding.

I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack. His wife? The words echoed in my head, making my blood boil. My fists tightened, nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to just lunge at him and wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. He didn’t get to claim her like that. Not in front of me.

Y/N glanced between us, probably sensing the tension. I could feel my anger surging again, but beneath it, there was something else—something raw. I wasn’t just angry. I was afraid. Afraid that she might start looking at him differently. Afraid that with all this chaos, I might lose her.

But no. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Ichiji may have been legally tied to her, but that didn’t mean a damn thing to me. She was my princess. And I was going to protect her—no matter what.

I then turned to Judge, looking at him with disdain “Because… my father would be disappointed in me, that’s why,” I said, my voice steady despite the tempest of emotions swirling inside me. I used to hold onto all the resentment from so many years ago. From the corner of my eye, I caught Y/N looking at me with sorrow, and it tugged at my heartstrings. I’m not worthy yet to even be graced by your sorrows, princess… not after what I’ve done...

“If I’d been such a small-minded man that I’d laugh at my own flesh and blood, I couldn’t face him,” I continued, my gaze never leaving Judge. “If I can’t stand tall and look my father in the eye, then I’ve failed him.” With that, I stepped toward Judge, grabbing him by the collar. “Thirteen years ago, Vinsmoke Sanji escaped from the Germa Kingdom and died at sea. You got exactly what you wanted! After this, we’re done! You’re not my father, Vinsmoke Judge! After this, I don’t ever want to see your face again!” I shouted, my rage bubbling over.

Judge looked taken aback but slowly regained his composure. “I understand… you have my word. This is the last you’ll see of me, and I’ll stay away from the East Blue as well.”

As he spoke, I felt a weight lifting. “And as for you, princess,” he added, his eyes narrowing slightly, “I’ll stay away from King and everyone from that island.” I saw Y/N let out a breath of relief, and it felt like a small victory.

“So… does that mean the Vinsmoke last name will be removed from my wanted poster?” Y/N asked, teasing but genuinely curious.

Ichiji stepped closer, a smug grin spreading across his face as he leaned in, invading her space. “Maybe we could negotiate those terms, princess. Just you and me.” His playful tone grated on my nerves, and I clenched my fists at my sides, my heart racing with jealousy. What does that bastard think he’s doing?

“You are so lucky you’re in uniform; it’s distracting me,” Y/N replied, a teasing lilt in her voice as she tried to keep her composure. But the smile tugging at her lips was impossible to miss.

"Am I distracting you that much, love?" Ichiji smirked, and I could feel my blood boiling as Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Like I told you in that candy bind, there’s something about a man in uniform,” she smiled, and the way she said it made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

Ichiji leaned back, raising an eyebrow as if he was enjoying this too much. “But… I might be able to pull a few strings,” he said, his voice low and charming, oozing confidence.

Before I could process the surge of jealousy bubbling within me, Y/N jumped into Ichiji’s arms, wrapping her legs around him, crushing him with a hug. "Yay!" she exclaimed, her laughter ringing out as she peppered kisses on his cheek. Ichiji chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer. The sight made my chest tighten with frustration and anger.

Y/N’s smile lit up the room, and I felt like a bystander to my own feelings of inadequacy. How could she look so radiant, so happy, in his arms? My heart raced as I watched Ichiji's smug expression, knowing that he was relishing every moment of this.

“We are back in business, boys!” she yelled, her excitement infectious as she turned to rally the group, causing everyone to cheer. As she dropped back down onto the floor, I gritted my teeth, trying to maintain a calm facade.

“Look at that, Ichiji, you made your wife happy,” Yonji teased, his tone dripping with mischief.

Ichiji, still holding Y/N possessively, grinned. “What can I say? Happy wife, happy life.” He leaned down, showering her with kisses on the cheek, causing her to laugh even more, her happiness radiating off her like sunlight.

“Okay, okay!” she said, playfully pushing him away, but her cheeks were flushed with delight. I could see the joy in her eyes, and it twisted something deep within me. I wanted to be the one making her laugh like that, the one she looked at with such affection.

Glancing at King, who was watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk, I felt a surge of determination. He knew exactly what was going on, and I could almost hear his thoughts: You need to step up, Sanji.

Just then, Caesar’s voice broke through the moment. “Would you stop relying on me for help? I fulfilled my part of the bargain!” he said, clearly annoyed.

“And you still failed,” Y/N shot back, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“When I get my hands on you, I’m going to—” Caesar started, but he was cut off as King stepped in front of him, his presence imposing.

“You’ll do what?” King said, blue electricity crackling ominously around him, sharp enough to cut through anything in its path.

"Pathetic! I’ll have you know, I’m a genius!" Caesar retorted, his pride clearly bruised, but it only made me scoff. I wasn’t the only one who noticed how pathetic he sounded.

"Is the genius in the room with us?" Y/N shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm as she raised an eyebrow at Caesar, who seemed almost taken aback by her sharpness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, despite everything. Y/N had this way of turning any situation into something she could control, even with the likes of Caesar. It was almost like she didn’t even have to try; her words cut deep enough to make anyone second-guess themselves.

“Y/N,” I muttered under my breath, admiring the way she handled herself. Even in the face of these idiots, she remained unshaken, confident in her own strength. But I could see the subtle shift in her—her eyes flashing with something more. It wasn’t just her usual teasing; there was a fire there, one that burned deeper than any of them realized.

“It seems you haven’t learned your lesson about disrespecting my wife,” Ichiji interjected, his voice low and threatening. With a swift motion, he landed another sharp punch, infused with red electricity, straight into Caesar’s gut. The impact sent him stumbling back, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing him taken down a peg.

Y/N looked at Ichiji with a look I hadn’t seen before, something between admiration and amusement, and it made my heart tighten. King leaned in closer to her, and she whispered something in his ear.

“Really?” King asked, a smirk spreading across his face as he turned to look at me, clearly intrigued.

She nodded her head, and King chuckled lightly. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of irritation and confusion at their exchange.

As they shared that moment, my thoughts raced. What the hell did she just tell him? Ichiji then made his way to Y/N once more, his hand caressing her cheek. “My wife, you look even better with short hair,” he said, causing her to blush even more, and I felt a sick twist in my stomach at the sight.

“Open the castle gate!” Judge commanded, drawing our attention. “Hear my word, Bege, until Caesar gets you to safety, Germa 66 will be your guards.”

I could see Bege’s body taking a huge toll as he gasped for breath. “I forgot… you Germa people can fly too, huh?” he said, his exhaustion evident.

“So we can leave without you?” Bege asked, hopeful.

“Certainly,” Judge replied.

“Good! If we’re buying time, Y/N and I will help too!” yelled Luffy, his enthusiasm unwavering.

“You got that right, Captain!” I chimed in, my protective instincts flaring. But as I lifted my hand to stop them, Y/N spoke up.

“I’ll... be right back, you guys... I have something I want to give back…” she said, glancing at the ring Ichiji had given her.

Before I could protest, she was already heading out the door. My heart raced, and I was about to chase after her when King stopped me, his calm demeanor infuriating in the moment.

“Sanji… let her,” he said, his voice steady.

“He’s right, you know. Y/N spent time with Ichiji…” Brook added, his tone more measured.

“And he even protected her,” he continued, trying to reason with me.

“Sanji, you must trust the princess. This is her decision,” King stated firmly, blocking my path once more.

Trust? How could I trust the man who had just been flaunting his affection for her? The jealousy bubbled within me, but I knew I couldn’t let my emotions cloud my judgment. I had to trust Y/N to make the right choice.

Y/N POV…

My heels clicked sharply against the floor as I made my way toward the Vinsmokes. “Ichiji!” I called out, and he turned around, a smile spreading across his face.

“Princess,” he replied, and as I reached him, I noticed both Yonji and Niji smirking, along with Reiju’s knowing smile. My heart raced, and I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. “I just... wanted to tell you thank you for protecting me from Caesar and Daifuku,” I said, my gaze dropping to the floor. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, anxiety gnawing at me.

Ichiji’s expression softened, and before I could remove the ring he had given me, he stopped me, his hand closing around mine. “Keep it, princess. Besides, I added a few touches to the ring,” he said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“What do you mean?” I asked, curiosity piquing my interest.

"Why don’t you try it out for yourself?" Ichiji suggested, guiding my hand toward the ruby at the center of the ring. His touch was warm against my skin, and I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what I was about to experience. But his confidence in the matter was enough to push me forward. I pressed the ruby, and instantly, I felt a familiar surge of energy as the glow enveloped me.

Within seconds, my attire shifted. The transformation was quick and smooth, and I gasped as I looked at myself in the reflection of a nearby surface. I was now wearing a striking red raid suit—long sleeves, white gloves, and a red ascot that complemented the bold plunging neckline. The dress hugged my form perfectly, and I could feel the power radiating from it. It was sleek, practical, and elegant all at once. To top it off, I wore a pair of red-tinted shades that were unmistakably iconic. "Wow!" I exclaimed, spinning slightly to admire the new outfit. "This is incredible!"

Ichiji’s grin was full of pride as he watched me. "The best part is that it won’t hinder your other rings or your weapons," he added, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "And the ruby won’t break or get destroyed. You’ll also have some of my powers as well."

"Really?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Pressing the ruby again, the suit reverted back to my white pearl dress and bandana. The change was as seamless as before, leaving me giddy with excitement. I couldn’t help but laugh. "You hear that, Judge? I know you're getting older and might have trouble hearing, so suck on that!" I yelled, shaking my head in amusement. "And I still end up with a modified wedding ring and engagement ring!" I added, the playful tone dripping from my voice.

Ichiji stepped closer with a teasing smirk. "Seems like you’ve got more than just a wedding ring on your hands now," he said, his voice lowering just slightly, but enough to make me feel the shift in the atmosphere. His smile was charming, full of mischief. "You know, I can’t help but think it suits you. The power, the elegance... I suppose I should be flattered you chose my ring over the others."

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at my lips. "You’re impossible," I teased, though there was a warmth in my voice. "But I have to admit, this is a pretty nice bonus."

Ichiji chuckled, his hand lingering slightly too close to mine. "I’m full of surprises," he replied smoothly, winking at me. "Just like the ring." Ichiji stepped closer, his gaze intense, locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “Say you’ll share with me. One love, one lifetime. Say you want me with you here, beside you,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting, dripping with charm and promise.

Before I could think it through, I cut him off with a kiss. The moment our lips met, it felt both passionate and filled with a whirlwind of emotions—something deeper than I had anticipated. A connection surged between us, electric and undeniable, igniting a fire I hadn’t expected. I felt the heat of the moment enveloping us, and the world around us faded into the background.

From behind us, I could hear Yonji and Niji whistling and teasing, their playful jeers punctuating the air like a soundtrack to our unexpected encounter.

“What was that for?” Ichiji muttered against my lips, surprise etched across his face as he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine.

“Just a little good luck kiss,” I replied, a teasing smile spreading across my face as I pecked his lips once more, my heart racing from the thrill of it all. The soft touch felt sweet and mischievous, leaving a lingering taste of something new and exhilarating.

“Take care of yourself, will you?” Ichiji said, his voice tinged with a mix of seriousness and affection.

I nodded, feeling his warmth radiate as he held me closer, not wanting to let me go. But then, I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

“Y/N!” Luffy yelled, his voice cutting through the moment.

“Looks like I gotta go back to my crew,” I said reluctantly, slowly letting go of Ichiji and sending him a warm smile. As I turned to make my way back, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty about what had just happened.

Ichiji POV…

After that kiss, I honestly could have died and been happy. Watching my wife leave to join her crew stirred a mix of emotions within me—pride, longing, and an undeniable sense of ownership. I felt a pang of sadness at her departure, but I also knew that with the ring on her finger, she’d carry the Germa name with her. And with the number attached to her, everyone would know she’s my other half.

“Wow, Ichiji, you really gonna let her go?” Yonji teased, breaking my reverie.

I turned to him, a smirk playing on my lips. “The ring also has a tracking device installed,” I said, reveling in the shocked expressions on their faces.

“I knew it!” Niji laughed, clearly impressed. “Always one step ahead, huh?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” I replied, a hint of pride slipping through.

“She’s with her crew now,” Reiju chimed in, her tone a mix of concern and support.

“I know,” I said, glancing back in the direction Y/N had gone. “But I also know that I’ll be with her every step of the way. Who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll be paying my wife a little visit.” I let the smirk grow wider, feeling a rush of anticipation at the thought.

“Damn, that kiss made me want to get her again,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I could still feel the warmth of her lips, and the connection we shared was undeniable. As much as I enjoyed teasing my brothers, deep down, I was already planning my next move to ensure she always felt my presence, no matter the distance between us.

"We're about to go, Caesar. Are you ready?" Father’s voice echoed through the dimly lit corridor as we moved with purpose, our footsteps a steady rhythm against the stone floor. A palpable tension filled the air, each of us aware of the stakes ahead.

"I am not ready!" Caesar whined, his voice dripping with frustration. His usual bravado had vanished, replaced by a hint of fear that only added to my irritation.

"Quit your whining," I snapped, shooting him a pointed glare. The time for hesitation was over; we had a mission to accomplish.

"Alright, it's time to cut loose!" Yonji declared, the enthusiasm in his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. He cracked his neck, and I could see the adrenaline pulsing through him, ready to unleash his abilities.

Niji flexed his hands, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let’s show them what we’re made of," he said, his usual cockiness flaring to life.

"You two have the wrong idea," I interjected firmly, shaking my head. "Our mission is to help Caesar and Bege escape, not to eliminate the enemy, tempting as that may be."

"Maybe you need an extra 'good luck' kiss from your wife, Ichiji," Yonji teased, laughter bubbling in his throat, but I couldn’t let myself get distracted by thoughts of Y/N.

"I know defense isn't your favorite, but this isn't a fight we can win in the first place," Reiju added, smirking at her brothers as if she could see the thoughts racing through their minds.

"Rubbing it in, huh?" Yonji shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.

"I understand the mission," Niji said, his tone turning serious as we began to get ready, all playful banter set aside. Each of us understood the weight of the situation.

"Are you prepared for combat?" Father asked, his tone sharp, commanding us to focus.

"Armed and ready to go!" we all replied in unison, the unity of our voices echoing against the stone walls.

"Very well, it's your turn, Bege! Start the mission!" Father commanded, a sense of authority radiating from him as he stepped back, allowing Bege to take the lead.

As Bege began to deactivate the castle, the heavy gates creaked open, revealing the chaos outside. The atmosphere shifted dramatically, tension crackling in the air like static electricity.

"It's go time!" Father shouted, igniting a spark of determination within each of us.

I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through my veins as we prepared to step into the unknown. This was more than just a mission; it was a chance to reclaim our honor, to prove ourselves as the Vinsmoke brothers. I exchanged glances with my siblings, a silent promise passing between us. We would protect each other, and I’d ensure Y/N was safe.

Y/N POV…

I began to make my way back to the crew, a smile forming on my lips as I approached them. King stepped in front of me, a smirk playing on his face. “You took a while, Princess,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

“I just wanted to give him back the ring, but instead, he told me to keep it,” I said, raising my ring finger proudly.

“Y/N! That ring is beautiful!” Nami exclaimed, her eyes sparkling like berri signs as she took in the diamonds and the red ruby. I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head.

“This was the same ring I tried on back in Chocolatown. The shopkeeper did say it was one of a kind and that the ruby was rare also” I added, a mix of pride and nostalgia filling me.

“That bastard!” Sanji exclaimed, storming over to me and grabbing my hand.

“Hey!” I protested, ripping my hand away. “He said it had features in it and wouldn’t hinder my weapons or the jewelry given to me.” I looked at Sanji, hoping he’d understand.

“Sanji, the princess made her choice. Now respect it,” King interjected, his tone calm but firm.

“Listen, King, you don’t—” Sanji began, pointing an accusatory finger at King, but I stepped forward.

“That’s enough, Sanji,” I said, my voice steady.

Sanji's expression softened, and he began to swoon. “Ohh, my angel!” he exclaimed, clearly taken by the moment.

“You were right, Princess; he is lovesick,” King quipped, a chuckle escaping him as he looked at Sanji, causing me to laugh despite the tension.

“I can’t wait for you to meet the rest of the crew,” I said, and King smiled in response.

“Alright, are we ready?” Luffy called out, his excitement infectious.

“You bet, Captain!” I replied, feeling the reassuring weight of my sword at my side, the blades illuminating with a white hue. Bege was now deactivating the castle, and we all looked toward the window to see what was happening outside.

Suddenly, gunshots echoed inside the castle, and my heart dropped as Big Mom grabbed Prometheus and unleashed Heavenly Fire, causing Reiju to fall. “Reiju!” I cried out, panic rising in my chest.

Luffy and I moved toward the window, but Brook grabbed Luffy, and King held me back. “Let go!” we both shouted, struggling against their hold.

“Stick to the plan for once in your life,” Nami urged, her voice firm.

“But… nobody is helping her!” Luffy insisted, desperation creeping into his tone.

“It’s fine, stay here,” Sanji added, his gaze unwavering as he focused on the chaos outside.

We continued to watch helplessly as Luffy and Sanji slipped out of the castle, determined to protect Reiju and confront Big Mom. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, trying to break free again, but King held me firmly in place.

“Luffy, no!” Chopper cried, his voice trembling with fear.

“Please come back!” Brook added, tears welling in his eyes.

“They slipped past us…” Nami murmured, her expression one of dread.

“No, no, no…” Nami, Brook, and Chopper echoed, their voices filled with despair.

“King, I have to go help!” I said urgently, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Warm up first…” he whispered, his tone surprisingly calm.

“What?!” I whispered back, confused.

“Go warm up first…” he repeated, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“I know that look…” I said, realization dawning on me. King wanted me to channel my energy, to prepare myself for what lay ahead.

“Trust me, Y/N. You’ll need it,” he urged, still holding me back with an unwavering grip.

I took a deep breath, realizing he was right. I needed to gather my strength, to harness the energy within me if I was going to join the fight. As I began to focus, I could feel the tension in my muscles and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could already envision the power I would unleash when the time came.

“Just give me a moment,” I said, my resolve strengthening.

I then began to use the wall to stretch my legs and back, feeling the tension release with each movement. “Keep stretching,” King said, his eyes still fixed on the window, watching the unfolding chaos outside.

As I finished, I made my way back to the group, my gaze locked on the scene beyond the glass. Big Mom was taunting Luffy, and a surge of frustration bubbled inside me. “This bitch is trying to provoke him…” I muttered, shaking my head.

“I know that trick all too well. It’s the same one I used on Perospero,” I said, instinctively touching the wound on my head from Zoro’s bandana.

We continued to watch as Luffy transformed into Bounce Man, his form bursting with energy. “Damn, Luffy is using Bounce Man now,” I remarked, a mix of awe and concern in my voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Nami yelled, annoyance dripping from her tone as she watched Luffy’s antics unfold.

“Please, get back here already!” Brook added, his voice tinged with worry.

“I’m kind of starting to doubt that Sanji’s family can protect us!” Chopper exclaimed, fear creeping into his expression.

“Have some faith, Lelo! Germa 66 are the mightiest heroes of evil, Lelo!” Vito chimed in, still fanboying over the situation. “With them on our side, we are invincible, Lelo!” He continued, his enthusiasm a stark contrast to the tension in the air.

“Hey, Princess!” Ichiji called from outside, causing all of us to turn. “I hope you have a front-row seat to watch your husband kiss some ass,” he said, smirking.

I couldn’t help but shake my head at his arrogance. Nami nudged me playfully. “Oh, we are so having a girls' night once we head back to the ship and get away from here,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Deal! As long as wine is involved, we’re spilling everything,” I replied, laughter bubbling up despite the chaos outside. We turned back to the window, eager to see how the fight was unfolding.

Niji was in the midst of it, taking down two of Big Mom's children with impressive speed and finesse. “What did I just tell you?!” Vito exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Then Yonji jumped into the fray, showcasing his strength as he knocked down three of Big Mom's children effortlessly. “Did you see that? Look at him go, lelo!” Vito cheered, our mouths hanging open at the display of power.

Next came Ichiji, who managed to take down three more of Big Mom's kids with an electrifying punch. “That power…” I breathed, watching him connect solidly with one of Big Mom’s children. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I muttered, feeling heat begin to envelop my body as adrenaline surged through me.

“This is a dream come true, lelo!” Vito exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with admiration as he eyed Germa 66.

I glanced up at the ceiling, trying to steady my racing thoughts. “Dear ocean… this man is really making it hard to stay focused,” I murmured, overwhelmed by the chaotic mix of emotions I was feeling.

As more of Big Mom's children charged in, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and concern. “Damn it, Caesar needs to learn how to navigate better! I can barely see the action!” I yelled, frustrated.

“That’s not the point!” Nami shot back, her eyes glued to the fight outside.

Suddenly, everyone inside began to praise Germa for their prowess, celebrating how they managed to dismantle Perospero’s candy wall. “Yay!” we all cheered, caught up in the moment.

“But then, almost in unison, Nami, Chopper, Brook, and I frowned, adding, ‘Still scum, though,’” as we thought about Caesar’s past transgressions. Suddenly, Luffy's Bounce Man form faltered, signaling he was out of Haki. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I watched Sanji carrying both Luffy, with Reiju trailing behind, desperately trying to escape Big Mom's grasp.

Just then, Big Mom appears closer, a menacing grin plastered on her face. “Damn it! I’m go—” I started, but my words caught in my throat as I saw Judge now fighting Big Mom. My heart sank as I realized the danger he was in.

Big Mom managed to grab Judge, her hands clasping Zeus tightly. “Crap, not good!” I yelled, panic rising within me. I turned to King, my resolve firming as I looked into his determined eyes. He gave me a nod. “It’s time,” he said, stepping closer.

“Use an Electric Tremor Strike,” he instructed, and I nodded, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I clenched my left hand, readying myself. “Nami… we’ll be right back,” I said, glancing back at her.

“What are you—” Nami began, but before she could finish, King and I dashed toward the scene, bursting out of Bege’s castle.

“Thanks to all the scientific research, I’ll be taking from you!” Big Mom taunted as she prepared to deliver a powerful shock to Judge.

From the air, both King and I raised our right legs, feeling the violet energy coursing through us as we began to spin. “Electric Tremor Strike!” we shouted in unison, our voices echoing as we landed a solid hit to Big Mom’s head. The impact sent her face-first into the ground, creating shockwaves that rippled through the earth.

We leaped away and landed next to Sanji, Luffy, and Reiju. Big Mom’s grip on Judge slowly loosened, allowing him a moment to breathe.

“We haven’t done that one together in a minute,” I said, catching my breath as I pressed my ring once more. The transformation of my raid suit commenced, the familiar rush of power igniting within me. I grabbed my sword from my side, pressing the red gemstone, feeling a new surge of energy flow through me, mixed with electricity.

King followed suit, pressing the red gemstone on his weapon, magma-like flames dancing around him. “Y/N! What are you doing?! And why are you wearing that?” Sanji asked, though I could tell he enjoyed seeing me in this uniform a bit too much.

“I couldn’t stand by any longer. Besides, King and I enjoy a little danger every once in a while,” I said, flashing him a grin. “And we needed the exercise, right, King?” I turned to him, my playful tone lightening the tension for a moment.

“Don’t lose focus, Princess,” he warned, his golden eyes sharp and serious. I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle over us once more.

Suddenly, Big Mom began to stand up, still clutching Judge in her massive grip. “Who the hell did that?!” she bellowed, her fury palpable. She pointed directly at me. “You! You’re that rotten princess who ruined my tea party! You even managed to shake me to prevent hitting Strawhat!”

“Like I’ve stated before, hag,” I shot back defiantly, “I have a duty to protect my captain. And if I need to punch the elderly, then so be it.”

The fury in her eyes deepened, turning almost volcanic. “You rotten brat! I’m going to teach you a thing or two about manners!”

Big Mom's fury erupted as she grabbed Prometheus, launching her "Heavenly Bonbon" attack at me. Fire bolts rained down, but I swiftly dodged each one with graceful back handsprings, my movements fluid and sharp. As the last bolt closed in, I planted my feet firmly, raising my sword to meet the fire head-on.

With a clenched left hand, I felt a familiar heat rush through me, the flames of Prometheus bending to my will. My thigh halter glowed a vivid violet, amplifying the energy surging within me. The flames shifted and twisted under my control, merging with the electric charge in my sword.

I smirked as I gripped the hilt tighter and, with a powerful swing, I sent the blazing attack right back at Big Mom, shouting, "Violet Inferno!"

The fiery bolt missed its mark as Big Mom narrowly dodged, her massive figure moving with surprising speed. I gritted my teeth, frustration bubbling inside me. "Damn..." I muttered under my breath, watching as the violet flames exploded behind her, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

The battlefield was chaotic, filled with smoke, debris, and the ever-looming presence of Big Mom. As I made my way back to the group, the force of her thunderbolt attack nearly sent us flying. My breath hitched for a moment, but I quickly steadied myself. "Princess, you okay?" King’s voice broke through, his golden eyes scanning me with concern.

“She didn’t even land a scratch on me,” I replied with a smirk, catching my breath, but the adrenaline still surged through my veins.

"Y/N, why do you always gotta put yourself in more danger?" Sanji asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and worry. His gaze lingered, and for a second, his usual composure faltered.

I chuckled softly, "Cause it’s what I’m good at," I responded, shooting him a playful grin before looking at the battlefield once more. "How's Luffy?" I asked, my eyes darting to Sanji.

"Still recovering," he replied, his voice low. I nodded in understanding, knowing that meant we’d need to buy more time.

As Judge lay on the ground, his body unmoving, Reiju’s frantic cry echoed, "Father!" Yonji and Niji weren’t far behind, rushing in from where they had been protecting Caesar and Bege. "Dad, no!" they yelled, the panic clear in their voices.

My mind raced, trying to piece together something that could turn the tide. But every plan that surfaced felt reckless, desperate. "Okay, do we have another plan? Because all mine are right now pretty reckless," I admitted, the wind beginning to whip through my short hair as the tension mounted.

Ichiji POV…

I stood watch as Big Mom prepared to launch a thunderbolt at Father, a surge of dread pooling in my stomach. Just when it seemed all hope was lost, two familiar voices rang out, piercing through the tension. “Electric Tremor Strike!” they yelled in unison, and I watched in awe as beams of energy shot past Niji, Yonji, and me, landing a direct hit on Big Mom that sent her crashing to the ground, face-first. The force was strong enough to shake the rooftop, sending debris flying.

“What was that?” I exclaimed, still trying to process what I had just witnessed.

From the dust, two figures emerged, standing resolutely next to Sanji, Reiju, and Straw Hat Luffy. “We haven’t done that one together in a minute,” one of the voices said, and I squinted to see through the haze.

Then, my breath caught in my throat as the debris settled. Y/N stood there, pressing her ring, and in an instant, her Raid Suit materialized around her. The red long-sleeved dress hugged her body perfectly, stopping mid-thigh, accentuating her figure in a way that made my heart race. The deep plunge of her front revealed just enough of her chest and stomach, while her thigh halter peeked out enticingly. She wore white gloves, and her ascot added an elegant flair that complemented the fierce look in her eyes, as her shades hung low to the bridge of her nose.

And there it was—my number emblazoned on the back of her dress, a bold statement that made it clear she was mine. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, even as my jaw dropped at the sheer power radiating from her.

“Dude, your wife looks amazing!” Yonji exclaimed, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Ichiji, that's your wife!" Niji added, equally stunned.

Y/N moved with an agility that left us all in awe. When Big Mom retaliated with her Heavenly Bon Bon attack, fire bolts rained down like wrathful meteors. But Y/N danced through them, executing perfect back handsprings, her dress swirling around her as her short hair flowed like a banner in the wind. I could feel my heart thundering in my chest as I watched her dodge with an effortless grace that was mesmerizing.

Then, as if to further showcase her strength, she raised her sword on the final fire bolt. I was breathless as I saw her channel the flames, transforming them into a vibrant violet before launching it back toward Big Mom. The sight was intoxicating—her confidence, her skill, everything about her was fierce and beautiful.

“Damn…” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away.

Niji, Yonji, and I exchanged glances, all of us equally stunned. I could see the admiration in their eyes, and it mirrored what I felt. “She’s incredible,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly, Big Mom’s attention snapped back to Father, and she unleashed a thunderbolt using Zeus, sending him crashing to the ground. “Dad!” Niji and Yonji yelled, rushing toward him, panic evident on their faces. “Father!” Reiju’s voice broke through the chaos, full of fear.

I felt my heart race, but I forced myself to concentrate. I watched as Y/N dashed toward Sanji, Luffy, Reiju, and King, a fierce determination radiating from her. Just then, Katakuri stepped in front of Caesar and Bege, blocking their path. The mission! I thought, casting one last glance at Y/N before heading toward Caesar.

As Katakuri prepared to launch an attack, I knew I had to intervene. “Sparking Figure!” I yelled, landing a punch on Katakuri. His mochi defenses absorbed the blow, but I was undeterred. “Don’t worry, I haven’t abandoned my duty. You better get moving!” I commanded Caesar, my voice sharp and unwavering.

“Do you think you’ll get the upper hand that easily?” Katakuri taunted, his smirk growing. “Or is it... that you don’t value your life?”

My blood boiled at his words. “If you’re trying to intimidate me, don’t waste your breath,” I shot back, my voice low and seething. “I don’t fear anything—especially not scum like you.”

Katakuri leaned in, his voice dripping with malice. “You don’t? What if I told you I plan to destroy your wife?”

A rush of rage surged through me like a tidal wave, igniting every nerve in my body. “You think you can threaten her and walk away unscathed?” I snarled, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. “You don’t have the slightest idea of the lengths I’ll go to protect Y/N. I’d tear you apart before I let you lay a finger on her!”

He chuckled darkly, the sound cutting through the air like a knife. “We’ll see how tough you are when I’m done with you.”

“Come at me, then!” I shouted, my voice a fierce battle cry. “You think you can intimidate me? I will obliterate you for even thinking of touching her!”

Fueled by rage and determination, I prepared to strike again, ready to unleash everything I had to defend my family. I wouldn’t let him threaten Y/N without facing the consequences.

Y/N POV…

“Okay, so do we have a backup plan?” I asked again, scanning the battlefield as I felt the tension rising. Big Mom grabbed Zeus once more, her massive form looming ominously over us. Judge lay on the ground, his breathing ragged and clearly injured.

Niji and Yonji launched an attack, but Big Mom effortlessly blocked it. “Quick, Y/N, let’s go!” Sanji shouted, his urgency palpable as he hoisted Luffy over his shoulder. Reiju was ready to depart, and I nodded at King as we all began to run alongside Sanji.

Just then, a sharp sword whizzed past me, nearly grazing my arm. “That was too close!” I gasped, adrenaline pumping as I dodged it with Sanji and Luffy. King and Reiju managed to evade it as well, our instincts kicking in.

We turned to see Daifuku, Smoothie, and Oven standing menacingly in our path. “Did you forget about us?” Daifuku sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“Honestly, I don’t remember you. You’re more of a background character,” I shot back, earning a sharp glare from King. I couldn’t help but smile at my own bravado.

“We won’t rest until you are all dead, especially you, princess, and that man next to you, for hurting Mama!” Oven growled, his fists clenching tightly.

King and I exchanged knowing glances, smirks creeping onto our faces. “Empty threats is all I hear,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“There’s no escape!” Oven yelled, his tone filled with malice.

I glanced over at Sanji, still holding Luffy’s limp body. “You go; I will hold them off!” Reiju declared, her determination unwavering.

“Doubt it’s going to be that easy,” Sanji replied, lowering Luffy gently. “Chill for a sec,” he added, clearly worried but trying to keep the atmosphere light.

I turned to King, my heart racing. “Princess, sit this one out,” he urged, concern flickering in his golden eyes.

I looked back at Sanji and Reiju, weighing my options. I couldn’t let them face this alone. “Give that Oven guy hell for me, King,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Of course, Princess! Just don’t get hurt while I’m taking care of business!” King replied, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“You too, Sanji,” I said, managing a small smile despite the tension.

Sanji’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he replied, “You know I always fight harder when you’re in the picture, Y/N. Just… promise you’ll be safe, okay? I’d be lost without you.” His earnest gaze held mine for a moment, making my heart flutter despite the chaos around us.

“Don’t worry about me,” I assured him, my voice steady. “Just focus on kicking their butts.”

With a nod, Sanji turned his attention back to the incoming threat, and I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever came next.

I watched as King skillfully blocked Oven's attacks with his sword, a fierce determination radiating from him. "You hurt our princess; you'll have to go through me!" he declared, his voice steady and resolute.

With that, King unleashed a new technique, “Flame Eruption,” a fiery slash that sent a wave of intense heat crashing towards Oven. The attack caused Oven to falter, eyes wide with surprise.

"That's a new one!" I exclaimed, impressed by King’s growth.

“You know me; training doesn’t stop,” he replied, a confident smirk on his face as he continued to fend off Oven’s relentless onslaught.

Sanji shifted his focus to Daifuko, ready to engage. I could see Reiju battling Smoothie nearby, her determination unwavering. But then, disaster struck. Smoothie landed a devastating blow, sending Reiju crashing into a pile of rocks.

“Reiju!” I yelled, my heart racing as I rushed to her side. But just as I feared the worst, I saw Reiju’s smirk as she released a stream of poison onto Smoothie’s thigh, causing her to stumble and collapse.

“Nice shot!” I called out, but my attention quickly shifted back to Luffy, who lay motionless on the ground. I knelt beside him, my heart pounding.

“Don’t worry, Luffy; everything is going to be okay,” I whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “We’re going to get you back up on your feet.” I felt the weight of the battle pressing down on me, but I was determined to hold on to hope.

Nami POV…

As I watched the chaos unfold before us, my heart raced with a mix of admiration and anxiety. Y/N and King had executed that striking move against Big Mom flawlessly, her agility and skill on full display as she dodged attacks and turned her own flames into a violet blaze. The way she fought was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for her.

Ichiji was locked in a fierce battle with Katakuri, his fury palpable. Yonji and Niji were also holding their ground against Big Mom, and it was clear the Germa siblings were a force to be reckoned with.

“You know, Germa is kind of neat,” Gotti remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“I tried to tell you from the get-go, lelo! And now that the princess is married to Ichiji and is wearing her own raid suit, that just adds an extra point to their already awesome beings!” Vito exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement.

“All they care about is the mission; they don’t fear death in the least,” Jinbei added, his tone serious as he assessed the battlefield.

“Ichiji over here, however, is in full rage... Katakuri must have threatened him with something,” Jinbei continued, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

“Not something... someone,” I interjected, already aware of the real reason behind Ichiji's fury. Katakuri had threatened Y/N’s life for what she and King had done to Big Mom, and I could see how that was driving Ichiji to fight even harder.

“Damn that mochi bastard,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists. “He won’t lay a finger on her.” I could feel the protective instincts surge within me, a fierce determination to ensure Y/N’s safety as the battle raged on around us.

“Regardless... they are badly outnumbered, and the Big Mom Pirates are quite fierce,” Brook noted, his usual calm demeanor contrasting with the tension of the situation.

“Germa is awesome, but let’s cheer for Caesar too!” Carrot piped up, her energy infectious despite the chaos around us.

“Hard pass,” I replied, shaking my head. The thought of cheering for Caesar felt like a betrayal to everything we’d fought against.

“Yeah! You can make it!” Vito encouraged, his voice full of optimism. “We’re counting on you!” Chopper chimed in, his tiny fists pumping in support.

“You got this, Caesar... you scumbag!” I yelled, my sarcasm laced with reluctant encouragement.

“What was that last part again?!” Caesar exclaimed, confusion flashing across his face as he glanced back at us. But just as we thought we might see a spark of determination from him, we noticed Brulee stepping forward, her eyes locked onto him.

“Uh-oh,” I muttered, feeling the air grow heavy with tension. Brulee’s presence meant trouble, and Caesar’s hesitation wouldn’t bode well for him in a fight. “This isn’t good...”

“Looks like he’s about to get distracted,” Jinbei said, watching the scene unfold with a knowing expression. I could feel the anxiety in the pit of my stomach; if he didn’t focus, Brulee would take advantage of it.

“Caesar, focus!” I shouted, hoping to snap him out of it. “You’re not off the hook just yet!” I could see the clock ticking down for him, and I hoped he could gather his wits before it was too late.

Y/N POV…

Smoothie had successfully squeezed the poison from her thigh, and now she was turning her attention to Reiju, who was bound by some mysterious force. “Reiju, what’s wrong?!” I yelled, my concern echoing through the chaos.

Before I could make a move to help her, I felt something wrap tightly around my legs, arms, and mouth, binding me to the ground. “Mhmhmhm!” I muttered, panic rising as I was knocked flat. I glanced over to see Luffy struggling beside me, also ensnared.

“Worry about yourself first,” said one of the Charlotte siblings taunted, a sinister smirk crossing her face as she launched a similar binding attack at Sanji.

“Mhmmm!” I shouted through the gag, helplessly thrashing against the restraints.

“Princess!” King yelled, his concern palpable as he tried to reach us, but Oven intercepted him with a brutal punch to the face, sending him crashing to the ground beside me.

“Mhmmm!” I cried out again, feeling the pressure of the bindings tightening around my body.

“Y/N!” Sanji’s voice was laced with worry as Daifuko approached me, the gleam of his sword catching my eye. With a swift motion, he hit me in the head with the back of his weapon, reopening the wound Perspero had inflicted earlier. “Mmm!” I groaned, pain flaring through my skull as I fought against the gunk that restrained me.

“Mhmmm!” I cried out again, feeling the pressure of the bindings tightening around my body. My gaze shifted to Ichiji, who was being choked mercilessly by Katakuri. “Y…/N,” he muttered, and I felt a pang of helplessness.

“Mhmmm!” I responded, trying to convey my determination through my muffled voice. Just then, I caught sight of Yonji and Niji, both incapacitated, with Big Mom holding them effortlessly, stepping on Judge as if he were nothing more than a bug beneath her heel.

“Well, the party’s over… but the execution is next,” she declared ominously, her voice sending chills down my spine. “I think I’ll start with you, princess.” The threat lingered in the air as she began to slowly stalk toward me.

“Princess!” King yelled, struggling against his own binds. I could feel my sword clenched tightly in my hand, but it was useless against the restraints. Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted, shaking the rooftop violently beneath us. We all felt the ground tilting, the chaotic distraction throwing the Charlotte family off their game.

In that moment, Reiju managed to break free from her binds, then swiftly moved to free Sanji, Luffy, and finally, me. “Fuck,” I groaned as I clutched my wound, the pain flaring as I took a deep breath.

“Princess, you’re bleeding again,” King noted, concern etched on his face. Sanji held Luffy, who looked back at me with worry in his eyes. “Once we make it back to the Sunny, Chopper will patch that up for you,” he assured, and I simply nodded, my chest heaving with each breath.

As I fell back, feeling dizzy, King caught me. “I’m gonna need a moment,” I admitted, my vision blurring slightly.

“Hang in there,” he urged, and together, we managed to retreat for a few moments.

“Did one of your allies do this?” Reiju asked, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us.

“I’m not sure,” I replied, trying to focus. “All I know is that if this didn’t happen, we’d all be dead for sure.”

I slowly tried to lift my sword, but King quickly grabbed it from my hand and pressed the three gemstones, tucking both his and mine into the pocket of his suit coat. “I’ll hold on to these,” he said firmly.

“Stupid head injury,” I muttered, grateful yet frustrated.

As we soared through the air, adrenaline surged through my veins, mingling with the pain still throbbing in my head. King held me securely, maneuvering through the chaos around us as we made our way toward safety. “King, this way!” Sanji shouted, and I struggled to keep my eyes open, fatigue washing over me like a heavy tide.

“Hey!” Sanji’s voice pierced the haze as he spotted Bege and Caesar in the distance. “Y/N!” Nami’s voice rang out, filled with urgency. “Come up here, hurry!” Chopper’s worried tone followed, making me push through the exhaustion to meet their gaze.

I managed a small smile, trying to reassure them, but King’s grip was the only thing keeping me steady. “Shhh, take it easy, princess,” he murmured, his voice calm despite the chaos.

Suddenly, Reiju and Ichiji burst onto the scene, creating an opening in the melee. “Let me…” Ichiji began, but King tightened his hold, refusing to let go. “This way, hurry!” Nami urged, and I could feel the urgency in her voice.

“I think you better hurry!” Brook chimed in, his usual cheeriness dimmed by the seriousness of our situation. I winced at the pain in my head, a sharp reminder of the earlier chaos. “Why does it feel like I’m being hit with battering rams again?” I muttered, my vision blurring as I fought to stay focused.

Finally, we reached the entrance of Bege’s body. With a swift motion, he opened up, allowing us to slip inside, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. “I figured you four were toast,” Bege smirked as we entered, his humor a welcome relief.

“Fuck off,” I muttered, wincing as another wave of pain surged in my head. The moment the entrance closed behind us, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, though my body still protested.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Sanji said, the relief evident in his voice as we regrouped. “You four are crazy!” Chopper exclaimed, his eyes wide with concern. “I hope that was worth it, Y/N!” Nami yelled, and I turned to her, sending a soft smile her way.

“Always,” I replied, the word barely escaping my lips.

“Come on! Let’s get you back to the sofa, princess,” King said gently, and I felt Chopper move to help as well. As I settled down, a soft hand brushed against my head, and I couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the contact. My vision slowly began to clear, and I glanced around at my friends.

Hey, guys,” I said, my voice still weak but filled with gratitude.

“We're glad that you're back,” Brook said, his usual lightheartedness returning, and I couldn’t help but smile, thankful for this moment of respite amidst the storm. Reiju then looked out the window. “Ichiji, I think the coast is clear.”

I turned next to me and saw Ichiji brushing my hair back. His touch was soft and gentle, and I leaned into it, grateful for the comfort. However, when he inadvertently grazed my wound, I winced. “Sorry, Y/N,” he murmured, concern flickering in his eyes as Chopper hurried to examine the injury once more.

Ichiji grabbed his transponder snail, his expression turning serious. “Mission complete. Let’s withdraw,” he said, relaying the message with a calm authority.

Niji’s voice crackled through the device. “We’re on our way,” he responded, and I could sense the tension in the air starting to lift.

Ichiji turned to me, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “Princess, you need to take care of yourself,” he said softly, his eyes searching mine.

“Here, drink this,” King interrupted, handing me a glass filled with water and medicine. I raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Wait a second, what…?” Chopper began, his brow furrowing in concern.

“It’s the same one we used during training. You need to let it take effect after ten minutes,” King explained, his tone definitive. “Once the medicine takes effect, you'll be knocked out, but when ten minutes pass, you’ll be good as new.” He then pulled out something from his bag. “Chopper, I want to give these to you,” he said, revealing various medicines, antidotes, and essentials I had used during training.

Chopper’s eyes widened with gratitude. “Thank you, King! This will help so much!” he exclaimed, and before anyone could react, he wrapped his arms around King in a tight hug. “I’ll make sure to take good care of Y/N!”

As Chopper began to organize the supplies, I caught Sanji glaring at Ichiji, his protective instincts flaring. “You better watch yourself, Ichiji,” he warned, his tone low but filled with tension. “You’re not the only one who cares about Y/N.”

Ichiji merely smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Sanji. I’m just here to make sure she’s okay.” He leaned closer to me, his demeanor softening. Before I could react, he placed a tender kiss on my forehead. “Get better soon, Y/N,” he whispered, and my heart fluttered despite the situation.

The warmth of Ichiji’s gesture lingered, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos surrounding us. I swallowed the medicine, the bitter taste making me grimace, but I chased it down with water, handing the empty glass back to King as I sank back against the sofa.

Sanji continued to argue with Ichiji, their banter an almost familiar backdrop to the tense atmosphere. Chopper hovered nearby, his eyes darting between me and the clock, watching intently for any signs that the medicine was taking effect.

“Just hold on, Y/N! It’s supposed to work quickly,” Chopper said, his voice laced with worry.

I nodded, though my eyelids felt heavy, the pull of sleep becoming more insistent. As I fought to stay awake, I caught glimpses of the others in their frantic preparations—Reiju and Ichiji strategizing, Sanji glaring daggers at Ichiji, and Brook pacing with anxious energy.

Soon enough, my eyelids began to droop, and I felt a warm sense of darkness consume me, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. My thoughts began to blur as I drifted into unconsciousness, the sound of my friends’ voices fading into the background.

Ichiji POV…

I watched as Y/N lay down on the sofa, resting. She still had the Germa uniform on, and the hem of her dress skirt had ridden up a little, revealing a peek of her toned thighs and halter. My hand instinctively went to her dress, and I lowered it as much as I could, ensuring she was comfortable.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” spat Sanji, his voice sharp and protective.

“Making sure my wife is comfortable,” I replied, keeping my tone steady, meeting his glare head-on.

Chopper, still checking Y/N’s vitals, looked up, a mix of concern and irritation on his face. “Guys, can we focus on Y/N? She needs to rest, not have you two arguing!”

Brook chimed in, his usual jovial tone subdued but still playful. “Well, it’s not every day we see princes fussing over a princess. But maybe we should let her sleep without the melodrama?” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension.

King remained silent, his expression unreadable as he observed everything nearby. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and I knew he was assessing the situation just as much as Sanji was.

“Just remember, Ichiji,” Sanji warned, stepping a bit closer, “she’s been through hell. The last thing she needs is you making it worse.”

I nodded, my focus shifting back to Y/N. “I know. But I’ll be here for her, no matter what. She needs someone she can rely on.” I glanced at Sanji, the unspoken tension between us hanging thick in the air.

“Right now, all she needs is to heal,” Chopper insisted, pushing the conversation back to where it mattered most. “So let’s give her that chance.”

As they continued their heated back-and-forth, my attention remained solely on Y/N, hoping that she could find some peace amid the chaos.

I continued to softly brush my wife's hair back, as gently as I could, savoring the fleeting moments of calm amidst the chaos. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Reiju watching me, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.

Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on Y/N's lips, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. “Ichiji! Leave her al—” Sanji started, but I stood up, refusing to let the anger and frustration in his voice affect me. I intertwined my fingers with Y/N’s, even though her hand felt limp in mine. The connection was still there, and it bolstered my resolve.

I turned to Chopper, who was busy checking her vitals. “Raccoon, I leave my wife in your hands,” I said, my voice steady as I pecked her hand gently before reluctantly letting it go.

“I’m a reindeer!” Chopper yelled, his frustration evident, but I could see the determination in his eyes.

Brook’s skeletal face turned towards me, a grin on his bony features. “I know that look… you love her, don’t you?” he asked, his voice light yet penetrating.

I turned to him, smirking in return. “What do you think?” I shot back, feeling the weight of my feelings pressed against my chest.

With a nod to Brook, I made my way back to Reiju, who was still observing me with a knowing look. “Let’s meet with Niji and Yonji,” I said, my mind already racing ahead, strategizing our next move.

With one final glance back at Y/N, I took a deep breath and made my way out the window, ready to face whatever awaited us outside. Big Mom's children and subordinates wouldn’t know what hit them; they dared to take our technology and provoke our family. It was time to remind them who they were dealing with.

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