The East Blue, one of the four great seas in the world of One Piece.
Violent gales howled across the vast ocean, torrential rain poured relentlessly, and monstrous waves surged frantically.
Amidst the raging storm, a small boat tossed and turned violently.
On the deck, a young girl with short orange hair was desperately straining to drag a drowned, unconscious boy aboard.
Exerting every ounce of her strength, the young girl finally managed to haul him onto the ship.
While she was busy saving him, the storm grew even fiercer.
There was no time to assess the boy’s condition.
She swiftly evaluated the situation and pulled the sail tight.
Under her masterful steering, the small boat skillfully caught the chaotic winds.
It rapidly fled the tempestuous waters that could easily swallow a massive galleon.
The young girl possessed exceptional navigation skills.
It took her only a few minutes to successfully break free from that deadly, raging sea.
The ocean was always fickle, especially in a world covered almost entirely by water.
Storms always struck out of nowhere; one moment it could be completely clear, and the next, a terrifying tempest.
Having successfully escaped the storm, she barely had time to catch her breath.
That was when she noticed her “money bag”—the boy she had risked her life to fish out just to extort a heavy reward—had practically stopped breathing.
For the sake of her precious Berries, she had no choice but to perform emergency first aid.
Having survived alone on the sea for years, she had not only mastered incredible sailing techniques but had also acquired essential medical knowledge.
She forcefully flipped the boy, who was a full head taller than her, onto his stomach.
Grabbing him by the waist, she lifted him up with his head hanging down to drain the water from his lungs.
As she pumped him up and down, a small amount of seawater spilled from his mouth.
After making sure all the water was out of his lungs, she flipped him onto his back and began chest compressions.
She pressed his chest and pinched his philtrum, but it didn’t seem to produce any results.
“Damn it!” Looking down at the boy whose chest showed absolutely no sign of rising or falling, she couldn’t help but curse out loud.
The boy had sharp, well-defined facial features.
Perhaps due to years of weathering by sea winds, his skin was slightly rough.
Hovering on the very brink of death—or rather, practically dead—his face was entirely devoid of color.
Staring at his reasonably handsome face, the orange-haired girl bit her pale lower lip tightly.
She hesitated on whether or not she should give him mouth-to-mouth.
Though she kept telling herself it was strictly to get a reward, if she truly only cared about money, she never would have plunged into a deadly storm to save a complete stranger.
Even though he wasn’t breathing, he hadn’t been underwater for very long, so a tiny glimmer of hope remained.
Gritting her teeth, she muttered angrily, “Damn it.
If you don’t have enough money to compensate me for this, I’m going to make your life a living hell.” Taking a handkerchief from her pocket, she wiped his mouth clean.
After ensuring his nose and mouth were completely free of debris, she pinched his nose and pried his jaws open.
Taking a deep breath, she sealed her lips over his and blew the air directly into his lungs.
Chest compressions, mouth-to-mouth…
Under her desperate efforts, a faint trace of color slowly returned to his pale face.
His stopped heart finally began to throb faintly.
As she continued giving him mouth-to-mouth, whether from physical exhaustion or pure embarrassment, a rosy blush stained her fair cheeks.
Just as she blew another deep breath into him, something wet and slippery suddenly slid right into her mouth, tracing against her tongue.
Instantly, her eyes went wide with absolute shock.
“You bastard!” To think a beautiful girl like her would condescend to give him mouth-to-mouth, yet even on the verge of death, this pervert didn’t forget to thrust his tongue inside her.
Enraged by such a vulgar, violating act, she swung her palm right across his face.
Slap!
The force of her slap was immense.
His head snapped violently to the side, leaving a bright red handprint burning on his pale cheek.
Yet, this heavy slap seemed to trigger a literal revival switch.
The boy, who had been hovering on the edge of death with barely a breath left, suddenly began to cough violently.
Cough!
Cough!
Cough!
The stinging, burning pain on his face dragged Sinan out of the pitch-black darkness.
His head felt incredibly heavy and groggy, a chaotic mix of the harsh slap and severe oxygen deprivation from drowning.
The small boat wasn’t far from the storm zone, and the sky above remained dark and gloomy.
Opening his eyes, he saw a heavy, overcast sky, looking as if the dark clouds were about to collapse right down onto the ocean.
But Sinan’s attention was immediately stolen by the gorgeous girl glaring down at him in pure fury.
The sudden shock caused his groggy mind to clear up instantly.
The girl before him possessed an angelically exquisite face, adorned with large, amber, gem-like eyes.
Her playful, short orange hair gave her a lively, vibrant aura.
She wore a simple, short-sleeved striped shirt and a washed-out skirt that barely covered her hips.
Combined with a pair of flat, thick-soled shoes typically worn by common girls doing heavy labor, her ordinary attire did absolutely nothing to dull her staggering beauty.
Though young, her body was already remarkably voluptuous and well-developed.
Her firm, perky breasts pushed aggressively against the wet, rain-soaked striped shirt, molding a highly seductive view.
Her slender, fair legs exposed beneath her short skirt were blindingly white and dangerous to look at.
Looking at her, Sinan felt like he was trapped in a dream.
None of the top models or campus beauties he had ever seen on his phone back home could match even half of this girl’s breathtaking looks.
Seeing the boy wake up only to stare blankly at her, she was used to men looking at her like that.
But remembering the wet tongue that had just violated her mouth, she yelled in anger, “You bastard!
Have you figured out how you’re going to compensate me yet?” Out of pure embarrassment, she naturally omitted the part where this idiot had stuck his tongue into her mouth during CPR.
“Compensate?” Completely clueless about the situation, Sinan could only stare at her with an utterly bewildered expression.
Seeing his innocent act made her blood boil.
Furious yet strikingly beautiful, she snapped, “I dragged you out of the ocean!
Shouldn’t you show some gratitude and pay me a rescue fee?” She was truly an absolute money-grubber; even in her raging anger, she didn’t forget to demand her cash.
Her words finally snapped Sinan out of his daze.
Just moments ago, his entire focus had been completely stolen by her stunning beauty.
Taking a closer look at himself, his arms felt much thinner.
He realized he had somehow become significantly younger, though the familiar scars on his hands confirmed this body was indeed his own.
Furthermore, he was currently right in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by a vast expanse of blue.
Most importantly, the language she was speaking wasn’t Chinese—it was Japanese.
And somehow, he understood every single word perfectly.
‘What the hell is going on?’ A terrible realization began to creep into Sinan’s mind.
He clutched his head, but his brain felt completely fried.
He had absolutely no memory of how he got here or what had happened to him.
“Excuse me…
what is your name?” Sinan asked, his voice trembling as he looked at her with a desperate, pleading gaze.
Seeing his helpless expression, Nami noticed something was genuinely wrong, which deflated a bit of her anger.
“My name is Nami.
I’m the one who fished you out of the sea.
What’s wrong with you?” Despite her tone softening with concern, Nami still made sure to emphasize the fact that she was his savior.
Hearing the name “Nami,” combined with the Japanese language, the short orange hair, and the striped shirt…
Boom!
Like a sudden bolt of lightning, fragmented memories flashed wildly through his mind, and Sinan instantly felt his world spinning.
Yet, he still refused to believe it.
Trembling with pure anxiety, he stammered, “Is this…
the East Blue?
And the Pirate King…
is Gold Roger?” Staring at his frantic expression, Nami replied with a puzzled look, “Yeah, obviously.
This is the East Blue, and Gold Roger was the Pirate King.
Even a little kid knows that, okay?” Receiving Nami’s confirmation, Sinan’s heart began to hammer violently against his ribs.
His blood pressure skyrocketed, blood rushed straight to his head, his vision went entirely black, and he passed out cold once again.
Seeing her hard-earned human ATM pass out right after waking up, Nami immediately started to panic.
“Hey!
Hey!
Wake up!
What the hell is wrong with you?!”