Spring Time (A Bellamy SI)

Wasant the spring trick also problematic because Bellamy was basically making a spring from nothing with his hair basically being a body part that he would be ok in damaging (because was hair), meaning that is not really an easily deattachable body thing?

in the end despite Hogback being a truly awful guy he can easily attach a limb back and is one of the most skilled medics on the world. Bellamy may need to be a week or 2 actually recovering from it trough but well one oiace humans are built different specially big guys like bellamy.
 
Chapter 66: a New Ally
– Bellamy –​
"How does your arm feel?" Muret asked, packing away the plethora of medical instruments she'd used to examine my arm. It hadn't been the first time she'd asked me that question and it likely wouldn't be the last time either. Seriously, you lost your arm one time and they never let it go.

"As good as new." I told her reassuringly, showing her the full range of motion with my reattached left arm. "It barely even left a scar."

"Don't overexert yourself now. That arm still requires a lot of rest and rehabilitation." Muret chided me, reapplying some salve and bandages to the wound. Honestly, bringing her along on this trip had been a stroke of genius, though I hadn't known it at the time. How had I been supposed to know I would run into Moria or that I'd need an operation afterwards? Even weeks after the incident I shuddered to think of what might have happened if my doctor hadn't been there with me.

Dr. Hogdback had grumbled a bit about what a waste it was that I refused to let him add a few, tiny, insignificant modifications to my body, such as transplanting a bit of extra muscle or replacing my skeleton with a metal construct…but for some reason, he had acquiesced to acting as Muret's assistant during the operation. As I barely trusted the man at all, beyond the belief that the pride in his own work would prevent him from intentionally botching an operation, I elected to forgo being completely put under and had them only apply regional anesthesia. In hindsight, it wasn't something I would recommend to anybody, but at the time it had seemed like the right choice.

To be honest, I might not have even needed an operation in the first place, because I had been using my coil chassis at the time and the separation from my main body hadn't caused the transformation on my arm to wear off. And as I could unlink my springs, it stood to reason that I could re-link them as well, in effect fusing the arm back unto my stump. However, when I had pitched my idea to Muret, she had immediately and vocally vetoed it, forbidding me from ever attempting something like this in the future. Apparently, while it was theoretically possible that I could re-attach my arm that way, chances were I'd do so wrong. For one, the angles could be slightly off, which would have had dire consequences the moment I undid my transformation.

I might still have to resort to my version of a field operation in a pinch, but I was glad I left medicine to the experts. Like I had told Muret, my arm felt as good as new.

Contrary to what one might expect, Moria hadn't tried anything while Muret and Hogdback were working on my arm. Part of that would have been because he was bedridden as well, but I think the far more relevant reason had been his inner turmoil. One the one hand, he'd been beaten - again - by a rookie in straight up one on one. As such, his remaining pride demanded he keep his word and cooperate with me against Doflamingo. On the other hand, he could be cooperating against Doflamingo with a pirate who was capable of beating him, Moria, in a straight one on one. Thus, true to his nature, the former Warlord had postponed making a decision and focused on massaging his wounded pride.

Which led to the words, "I don't like you." being the first words he uttered in my direction, when I went to visit him in the sickbay. Naturally, in the face of such blunt honesty, I could only answer in kind.

"The feeling is mutual, I assure you."

"I'd go as far as to say that I hate you. You came to my little refuge, insulted me and goaded me into a fight." Moria accused me, crossing his arms with a huff. I snorted in response and leaned back into my chair.

"You tried to flatten me into a bloody paste while I did nothing except talk. I'd say that makes us even."

"You probably fractured my spine. My back hurts." He whined, or maybe he didn't. It was a little difficult to tell, with how flat his voice had gone.

"I lost an arm." I retorted, but this time, it was Moria who snorted and pointed a clawed finger at my very much attached left arm.

"You got it back." was his riposte, which I easily parried.

"No thanks to you."

"But thanks to my doctor."

"Hodgback only assisted. Muret did the heavy lifting." Having launched our opening volleys, we both glared at each other in silence across the bed's banister. If there had been any observers, I'm certain that most people would have had difficulty breathing. The tension in the air was stifling.

"…"

"…"

However, I hadn't come here to glare at him all day and unlike him, I was a busy man.

"You might hate me, but you hate Doflamingo more." I stated to which Moria nodded in agreement.

"I loathe him."

"You want to kill him." I continued to which he smirked at me.

"Kishishishi. So do you and you want my help to do it."

"That's true." I admitted easily, not seeing a point in denying it. We lapsed into silence again, as having reached the most basic of agreements, we needed to plan how we wanted to hash out the details. However, as neither of us were very inclined to be flowery about it, I went right for the throat from the very beginning.

"You'll release the shadows of the Revolutionaries." I demanded. While Muret and I had been busy, Hewitt had stumbled across a bunch of them hiding out in a little shack at the edge of town. As my primary reason for coming here had been to investigate their disappearances, I really had no other choice but to make this my first condition. Luckily, just because it was important to me, didn't mean it was important to Moria.

"Done. In exchange, you'll provide shadows to replace those I'll release. It can be marines, rival pirates…I'm not picky."

"No." I refused without any hesitation, causing him to puff up in outrage.

"No? What do you mean, no?"

"Because it wouldn't help." I told him, quickly continuing on in order to stop his rant before it could properly get going. "Tell me honestly, unless they were a special zombie like Oars, do you think your zombies would be of any help at all when you are facing someone of Doflamingo's caliber?"

"You mentioned him earlier too. How did you know about Oars anyway?" He asked me, obviously taken slightly aback that I knew of the events at Thriller Bark. As I couldn't tell him that he had been a anime character in my other life, I settled for a half-truth.

"I know Luffy. Look, does it matter how I knew? I'm trying to make a point. You yourself would have been easily capable of bringing down Oars Jr. who by all accounts was his ancestor's equal in size and strength." I told him, adding a bit of flattery at the end to butter him up.

"Kishishishi. That's certainly true." He snickered, the corners of his mouth moving rapidly upwards. Then, they moved just as rapidly downwards when I kept talking.

"What makes you think that Doflamingo wouldn't be able to do the same?" I asked him. "While one could argue that Admiral Aokiji did most of the work, it doesn't change the fact that Doflamingo's strings were capable of turning the big guy into mincemeat, ice and all."

"…ugh." Moria groaned at the reminder, covering his eyes with a clawed hand. "What a waste that was…"

"In my own opinion, I'd say that you would be far better served recovering the peak you had in your youth. To become the Moria you were when you challenged Kaido all those years ago. After all, would Doflamingo have stood a chance if he had fought you back then?"

"No, of course not! I'd have trounced the brat!" Moria boasted. I had no idea if this was true or not. Regardless of whether or not Moria had been able to fight Kaido on an even footing and not die, Doflamingo had been an absolute beast in canon. Additionally, there was no guarantee that he'd remain merely as strong as he'd been in the original Dressrosa Arc. Not least, because there was a massive, glaring difference in circumstances between the story and my current situation.

Namely, at Marineford I had pulled his proverbial tail right and proper. It would be naïve to believe that something like that would have had no impact whatsoever.

"Then, what's stopping you?" I challenged him.

"Nothing!" he claimed, before giving me the stink eye. "And don't think that I can't tell what you're trying to do, Springtrap. Be glad, I decided to close a blind eye to your blatant manipulation attempt."

"How gracious of you." I replied in a dry tone. If it bothered Moria, he didn't show it.

"Kishishishi, I sure am, but in exchange Doflamingo is mine. I will not budge on this."

"Sure, you can have the first crack at him." I answered. If he volunteered to scout out Doffy's abilities, I wasn't going to say no. Plus, it wasn't like I could physically stop him from gunning for the feathered Warlord from the get-go if I refused, so I lost nothing by accepting this condition. "I get to go second."

"I suppose that'll have to do. It's not like you'll get a chance anyway." He claimed, satisfied for now. We weren't friends. We weren't even allies. We were merely using each other instead. Hence, I had no reason to burst his little bubble and chances were that he wouldn't believe my warnings. So, instead of advising him to beware of hubris, I chose to remind him of a hidden danger to our chosen course of action.

"When we bring down Doflamingo, Kaido isn't going to like it at all."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Moria said, sticking out a hand. I grasped it.

We had a deal.


– Muret –​
"Captain, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did, but you may ask another." Bellamy grinned at her, but it quickly fell when Muret glared at him.

"…"

"I'm sorry? You looked uneasy, so I tried to lighten the mood a little…" he mumbled, his voice trailing off when she continued to glare. At times like these, he seemed so much more like an insecure boy than the charismatic pirate captain that he was. However, Muret didn't think that it detracted anything at all, for it made the captain more human. It was reassuring to know that behind the frankly ridiculous confidence, the ambition and the monstrous strength lay an individual with his own fears, worries and faults. That Bellamy had felt comfortable enough around her to show her this side of himself meant a lot to Muret.

"Pfft." Of course, just because it was a relief to see him like this, didn't mean that Muret wouldn't find the dichotomy funny as hell. Especially when she pictured a chibi version of her captain nervously pushing his two index fingers together.

"Hah, so it did work!" he triumphantly exclaimed, pointing a finger in her direction.

"Yes, captain. I suppose it did." Indirectly of course, but technically true. With the mood having been eased significantly, the two of them slowly made their way out of the sick bay and towards the upper deck in a comfortable silence. At least, until Bellamy decided to pick off where they had left off.

"By the way, what did you want to ask me, Muret?"

"Are you sure we need to work with Moria?" she asked somewhat hesitantly. "There's just something about him and his crew which rubs me the wrong way and that goes double for his doctor. I can't put a finger on it precisely, but there is a distinct feeling of wrongness about Dr. Hogdback."

Bellamy didn't say anything for a while, seemingly gathering his thoughts before giving Muret an odd look. "You're closer to the truth than you might think. The man is a monster, not in terms of strength but in terms of his humanity. Or the lack of it. Hogdback is a vile being and rotten to his very core."

"Then why work with him in the first place?" Muret asked, suitably confused. While the Bellamy pirates had never been saints, they did have standards, which had become even more obvious after Jaya.

"It's less that I'm working with Hogdback but more that he's an accessory to Moria." Bellamy explained. "If it were just Doflamingo we have to worry about, I may not need him. However, Doflamingo has his own backer."

"Kaido." She muttered darkly, causing the captain to give her a grim smile. The name alone was enough to make the weak go faint and cause even the strong to balk at the idea of opposing him. For such was the weight of Kaido's name, of one of the four.

"Exactly. And we have no idea of how strong he actually is." Bellamy said. "Whitebeard focused more on quality than quantity, meaning that he only had a few thousand allies he could call upon at Marineford and even then, the Navy gathered a hundred thousand elites to face him. Kaido on the other hand, is known to have a far larger crew than Whitebeard, numbering in the tens of thousands."

"...my word. And if he has been buying up the SMILE fruits…"

"Tens of thousands of New World veterans, armed with hundreds of SMILE fruits in addition to whatever else he's got up his sleeve. Whereas we have a couple of dozen fighters at best, even if we count the Harmony and Mad Monk Pirates." the captain grimaced. "They aren't the best odds, are they?"

"..." Muret swallowed nervously, the sheer magnitude of the task before them starting to sink in.

"And that's without even taking into account the strongest ace up their sleeve. Kaido himself."

"If he's anything like Whitebeard, then…" Muret gasped, her mouth open wide.

"If anything, he'll be stronger. Whitebeard, for all his might, was an old man. Kaido, on the other hand is only 57 years old, and hence is in the prime of his life right now."

Whitebeard had been the strongest being Muret had ever seen in action. Even if she knew that Shanks was supposed to be his equal, there was a clear difference between having heard about something and having witnessed it first hand. Merely being in the same vicinity as the late Emperor had been enough to make her break out into a cold sweat when she felt his rage wash over her…and the legendary pirate had been an ally back then. To think that they were hurtling head first towards a confrontation with someone even stronger…it terrified Muret to her very core.

This was what Bellamy had decided to overcome?

"Will we be able to grow strong enough to hold off an Emperor's crew in the time we have left?" Muret asked uncertainly but Bellamy held out his hands in a who knows gesture.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Who can know for sure?" When Muret gave Bellamy an astounded look, he raised one eyebrow in response. "What? Just because I'm planning on beating the living daylights out of anyone standing in my way, doesn't mean I'm going to ignore how strong our enemies are. It doesn't really change anything either way."

Muret stared at her captain for a while, before sighing when she didn't find what she was looking for. "We don't have another choice, do we?"

"Not really. If we want to topple an empire, like the one Kaido has built over the course of decades, we're going to have to pull out all stops and use every advantage we can get our hands upon." Bellamy explained. "In the end, this is just an arrangement of convenience and it's highly unlikely that we'll be able to maintain a cooperative relationship indefinitely."

"In that case, I guess…not that I don't trust your judgment or anything, but I just couldn't help but feel uneasy around them. Absalom was creepy too."

"They are a creepy bunch." Bellamy admitted. "However, I'm confident that Moria can keep them under control. Plus, should they be stupid enough to bother my crew, I'm going to explain to them why it would be a very bad idea."

"Alright, captain. I trust you." Muret smiled. "Thank you for indulging me."

"Anytime."

Slander!
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It is often said that those in power universally fear change. This is patently untrue. After all, who could ever accuse the five Elder Stars or the marine command of not supporting scientific innovation and human progress? And the World Nobles abhor stagnation, always seeking out the new and the exciting, always eager to pay good money for novelties.

No, this paper would go as far as to claim that most of the powerful (and respectable) individuals in our society as a rule would rather embrace change than fear it. Sadly, where there is a rule, there is always an exception.

It has recently come to our attention that Big News Morgan, CEO of the world's premier newspaper, has acted in a petty manner unfitting of his position. Perhaps threatened by our recent rise in viewership, he has published a series of scathing and defamatory articles about our work. While most of the insults are unfit to be printed in a civilized newspaper like ours, we will now list a couple of selected statements.


  • "The Marineford Daily is a profit driven, unethical, dishonest Newspaper whose sole purpose is to be a propaganda device." We emphatically reject the accusation that we are a profit driven, unethical Newspaper and point out that we serve many functions, not least amongst which is the facilitation of economic growth by dedicating an entire page to job adverts to aid our fellow citizens in finding gainful employment. Something which the CEO of the World Economic Newspaper would know if he weren't such a birdbrain.
  • "Their articles are a perversion of the truth and a mockery of what real news should be, clearly showing a complete disregard for journalistic duty and pride." While this may be somewhat difficult for someone like Mr. Morgan to understand, we do in fact take great pride in our civic duty to let the public know what they need to know. All our articles are the result of long hours of dedicated creativity and carefully vetted before ever seeing the light of day. Furthermore, we find the insinuation distasteful and extremely disrespectful when one considers that we recently lost one of our own (RIP Tucker) in the line of duty while pursuing the truth on Sabaody.
  • "Especially their coverage of the Summit War and its aftermath was an absolute disgrace, being nothing more than a collection of attention seeking, sensational garbage with misleading titles which should merit no more of the public's time than it takes to use it as toilet paper." We do not know what sort of circumstances Mr. Morgan finds himself in, that he equates the coarse (and recycled) fibers of our newspaper to the soft delight that is toilet paper. But, we humbly suggest that he try out one of the premium brands listed in our complimentary catalog before attempting to send his entire readership to the proctologist* with raw derrières.

The above was our refutation of Mr. Morgan's ridiculous flights of fancy and we demand that the World Economic Newspaper retract said articles and publish an apology. We find that our response is a very measured one and maintain the right to take further steps if the situation is not resolved to our satisfaction.

This was Marineford Daily reporting.

And as always, please follow us to never miss an update on the best news reports this side of the Red Line.

*A proctologist is a doctor specializing in conditions affecting the lower digestive tract.



Author's note:
Ok, so Bellamy got his arm back, but in my defence I did mention way earlier that Muret was capable of reattaching limbs.
This also wraps up our meeting with Moria for now and we'll see him again later.

As always, if you've enjoyed to please leave a like and a comment. It really helps keep the motivation up.
And if you didn't like it for some reason, definitely let me know so I can fix it if needed.
 
i like this.

hey,could they go more into the tech of one piece? they have such absurd things here. i already really like the utilisation of the the dials and the springtypes,but between two one piece doctors and rebell logistics,our world knowledge,and anime physics,there could be a lot more. Making weapons makes little sense at this point, since they are just starting to train for later,and are not sure what exactly they need, but i am sure there are a lot of ways to help in training, if they get creative.
 
Big News Morgans has declared war against Marineford Daily and no doubt he's gonna one up them which would fall in line with how canon Morgans disregarded the Five Elders trying to cover up the existence of Nika at Wano and revealed it to the world anyway, which gave the old farts a migraine.

After all, who could ever accuse the five Elder Stars or the marine command of not supporting scientific innovation and human progress? And the World Nobles abhor stagnation, always seeking out the new and the exciting, always eager to pay good money for novelties.
Vegapunk thought the same until Saturn ordered Buster Call on Egghead Island to destroy everything he built and scoffed at the doctor wanting to improve humanity.

And that the World Nobles prefer their status quo where they will always be on top of The Pecking Order.

Also, Rest in Peace Toriyama.
 
However, when I had pitched my idea to Muret, she had immediately and vocally vetoed it, forbidding me from ever attempting something like this in the future
Just spoil my fun idea why don't you!

And no I'm not pouting over the fact she got so heated over the idea! I've just been reading the Marineford Faily!

All our articles are the result of long hours of dedicated creativity and carefully vetted before ever seeing the light of day.
This is probably the most truthful thing they have published and ever will publish. I'm surprised something that honest was even allowed past whatever they had for an editor, as they have a sterling track record of flimflammery and utter falsehood under their belt. This bout of honesty could besmirch that record!

But I am looking forward to seeing how the Gecko and Hyena work together, or at least learn hot to not get in eachothers way.
 
Chapter 67: First Date
– Bellamy –​
Being a reincarnator came with a lot of perks, such as literally otherworldly knowledge. Admittedly, not all of that knowledge was useful and most of it wasn't applicable, but having once had access to the combined reservoir of human creativity that was the Internet, that one certainly had its upsides.

"Well, this is certainly something I haven't seen before." Robin told me. "It sounds dangerous."

"Relax, Robin. Everything is going to be fine." I assured her, somewhat cockily. "What's the worst that could happen?"

For one, there were tens of thousands of stories, manga and anime with a myriad of different abilities, some obscure and many which were more common, but all of them more than capable of being a source of inspiration. Millions of fans had analyzed, discussed, and re-imagined these abilities, trying to push them to their very limits. As a consequence, I was able to take the fruits of their labors and use them for my own benefit or that of those individuals I chose to share my knowledge with.

One such case was Gecko Moria, whom I had regaled with tales of historic shadow users, focusing primarily on how they had applied the concept of shadows in new and interesting ways. Examples included, but were not limited to, the Nara clan techniques from Naruto, which I knew would be possible for the former Warlord to recreate, as he already had similar moves involving corporeal shadows in his repertoire. Moria had been very interested in my ideas, so much so, that he hadn't questioned why he hadn't ever heard of any of the shadow users I was talking about before.

"You could fry your entire nervous system and end up as a vegetable." Robin offered, leaning her head lightly against one open palm.

"...and, thank you for putting that picture in my head." I muttered.

"You're welcome."

"I was being sarcastic, you know." I told Robin, but she didn't even bat an eye.

"I know." she smiled before smiling even wider when I chose to turn away with a cough.

However, as was only to be expected, the greatest beneficiary of my own knowledge and my unique heritage had to be myself. I simply thought differently from your average local, which often made for different and unusual results.

"Aisa! Are you ready!" I called out to my crew mascot, who gave me a thumbs up.

"Ready!"

Though, this didn't mean that local residents who weren't average couldn't have ideas which were similar to mine. I just had the potential to pull them off better…many brains working together and all that.

"Fusion!" Aisa and I called out together, ignoring Robin's disturbed look at our word choice.

As proof of the aforementioned concept, one only had to look at mine and Aisa's newest collaboration move. In the original show, the concept of fusion between two individuals had either been a joke – see Pirate Docking Six from the Thriller Bark Arc for reference – or resulted in the creation of a chimera. There had been a reason why Nico Robin had refused her comrade's calls to fuse together into the Giant Robot Big Emperorform, citing that it would hurt her human pride.

Our version was a whole different beast, and as Aisa transformed into pure electric current to flow into my Coil Chassis, I looked Robin in the eyes, daring her to say elsewise. Soon after, I lit up like a Christmas tree, the electric discharge crackling and flashing blue all around as Aisa's dispersed body melded into mine. And unlike our humble beginnings, it no longer burned even when Aisa was at full power, her lightning flowing through my coils and down my chassis feeling rather refreshing instead.

The inspiration for this had been the third Raikage's lightning armor, a move designed to stimulate my nervous system and greatly enhance my physical parameters, such as reaction time, speed, and strength by pulling out every last drop of potential my body possessed. Now, admittedly, I didn't have nerves or muscles in the traditional sense anymore while my Coil Chassis was active, but they were conceptually still there, if transformed into metal coils. Hence, they remained capable of being boosted, with their new metal state only increasing their conductivity and thus the speed at which Aisa's lightning could flow through my body.

That all the excess energy which couldn't fit into me was used to form a crackling layer above my skin was a nice bonus, the streams of electric current serving as a first layer of defense while simultaneously adding an elemental quality to my attacks. I'd wager that my fight with Moria would have been much more one-sided, had I been able to pull this ace out of my sleeve. Sadly, I hadn't taken Aisa along and as a result, Muret had gotten some practice in reattaching my arm.

Anyway, the resulting rush of power was almost enough to make someone feel like they could take on the world and win. Intellectually, I knew I couldn't, not yet at least, but damn, if my new Lightning Mode (better name pending) didn't feel amazing.

"Let's go wild!" I cheered, pumping my fist in the air. Then I moved. The combination of soru and my coil chassis had already turned me into a top tier speedster, capable of reaching ridiculous velocities in an instant. With Aisa on board, that had just been…multiplied.

I ripped across Baltigo Base, through the gates and past the crowds, my burgeoning observation haki more than capable of guiding me through this impromptu obstacle course. Admittedly, the winds left in my wake knocked a fair few guards to the ground and sent papers fluttering everywhere when I broke the sound barrier, but nobody got hurt which was the main thing. I didn't stop running until the base was but a speck on the horizon and I was surrounded by nothing but empty wasteland. And rocks. Lots and lots of rocks.

Aisa's laughter rang out nice and clear, getting louder the faster I flitted from boulder to boulder, my electrified fists going through solid rock as if it were paper mache. I wasn't immune from the euphoria either, there being something cathartic about reducing giant stone monoliths to dust. Simply put, it was an intoxicating feeling and both of us indulged in it without want.

It was only after running out of targets that we returned back to base to find Robin where we had left her, seated underneath a parasol and casually leafing through one of her books. I was also unsure how she had gotten her hands on the same outfit she'd been wearing on Thriller Bark, but damn did she look fabulous in purple.

"Welcome back." She said, putting her book down when Aisa and I came to a halt in the middle of the training area. "How was it?"

"Amazing." I beamed at her, the adrenalin not having left my system yet. "Absolutely amazing! I barely noticed the time flying by."

"Well, I'm glad you did notice. It's almost dinner time."

That being the case, I would insist until my dying day, that said hormone running rampant through my brain was wholly responsible for what tumbled out of my mouth next.

"About that, do you want to have dinner with me?"

And for the first time since we had met, I was able to detect the slightest hint of red on Robin's face.



– Mani –​
Mani covered her mouth with her hands to stop the squeal from escaping between her lips.

Oh dear heavens, what had she just witnessed?

She hadn't meant to overhear any of this. Originally, she'd only wanted to pick up Aisa for her regular medical checkup, but as she was approaching the training yard, her haki had started tingling like crazy. Having rapidly learned that ignoring it tended to be a bad idea, Mani had immediately reacted in the most appropriate manner she knew how. Namely, by engaging her mental stealth mode.

Just to be clear, Mani lived for attention. She loved it, she thrived in it and one could even say that she needed it. Once upon a time, the attention she received from others had been her sole source of validation, be it lust or jealousy. And just because she'd changed somewhat, in that unlike before she valued the attention she got from Rivers more than anybody else's, didn't mean she put in any less effort into grooming her outward appearance. Everything she did from her makeup to the way she walked was designed specifically to draw in the gazes of everyone around her.

Conversely, this also meant that Mani knew precisely which levers she had to flip in order to reverse this effect. Unlocking her haki had only enhanced this ability, as her horizons had been broadened and with it, her awareness of all the little giveaways she'd used to have. Or to put it a bit more simply, having become an expert in standing out after a decade of careful study, Mani had mastered the art of blending in.

As a result, Mani's stealth had been honed to a point where even individuals with pretty impressive observation abilities remained unaware of her presence unless she wished it otherwise…with the notable exception of Aisa whose head snapped in her direction almost immediately. Thankfully, the girl chose not to reveal Mani's hiding spot, more preoccupied with gaping at the blushing pair.

Mani wasn't doing much better than Aisa either, though her initial shock had given way to barely suppressed excitement.

This was big. This was really big. She had to tell someone…no, better yet. She had to tell everyone!

It was finally HAPPENING!!!

After silently, but rapidly making her way back to the ship, where the entire crew was assembled for regular maintenance duty, Mani wasted no time in spreading the news at the top of her lungs.

"The captain did it! The captain did it! The pot is mine, because the captain just bloody did it!"

That certainly got everyone's attention with her friends poking their heads out the doors, popping out of hatches, and dropping down from the riggings. And all of them wore the same astounded expression on their faces.

"Now way!" Ross gasped. "Wasn't he off training with Aisa?"

"He confessed? Like confessed, confessed?" Hewitt asked. "When did that happen?"

"How did he do it?" Eddy wanted to know. "Swagger over to her and do a theatrical bow? It sounds like something he'd do."

"I bet he was a stuttering wreck!" Sarquiss sniggered, before getting slapped over the head by his girlfriend.

"You think the captain is like you, shithead?"

"Oh, I remember that." Rivers giggled, "Sarquiss sure panicked a lot when he thought he'd misplaced the flowers."

"I remember that too." Muret reminisced, uncaring that the first mate was turning into a dangerous shade of red. "He rushed over to my clinic twenty minutes before his first date to take a bunch of flowers off my garden without as much as a by-your-leave."

"Do please correct if I'm wrong, but wasn't your entire garden composed of poisonous plants?" Eddy asked Muret, who nodded.

"Oh, so that's why he was shaking that badly. I thought he looked somewhat unhinged rushing through town. " Ross realized, slamming a fist into his palm. "Well, more unhinged than usual."

"You Blue Sea dwellers give your intended poisonous flowers?" Laki asked, tilting her head in confusion. "That's certainly an odd custom."

"No, we do not give our loved ones poisonous plants on our first dates either." Hewitt grinned, trying to clear up Laki's misunderstanding. "That's just Sarquiss."

"Remind me, why did you agree to go out with this guy again?" Mani asked Lily in a stage whisper, who gave her sulking boyfriend a fond look.

"I suppose it was his willingness to risk his life for me that won me over." Lily admitted. "Though, at the time I did wonder why a purple grape was asking me out while shoving a toxic bouquet in my face."

This of course, prompted another round of laughter from the crew, a couple of them collapsing to the ground while clutching their stomachs at the memory. Most prominently, Rivers, who had begun rolling about the deck uncontrollably.

"Oh, that hurts. My stomach hurts so bad!" he chortled. "It's too much!"

"Shut up! It's not that funny!" Sarquiss grumbled from where he'd sought refuge on an empty barrel. "I swear, you try and confess while intoxicated one time, and they never let you live it down."

"This is probably the least original thing to say at this point, but you're right. It isn't funny." Ross told Sarquiss, placing one hand supportingly on the first mate's shoulder, the very image of commiserating camaraderie. Sarquiss wasn't fooled.

"Don't you dare say it…" Sarquiss tried to warn Ross, but it proved to be for nought, because it wasn't the sailmaker who finished that joke.

"It's fucking hilarious!" Hewitt howled, doubling over from laughter together with Ross. Nobody else laughed. Eventually, the idiot pair too came down from their high, unable to ignore the accusing stares of their friends any longer.

"Guys…you should be ashamed of yourselves." Eddy told them, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That was just…bad."

The pair had the good conscience to blush in embarrassment when the entire crew echoed the sentiment. It was then that Mani remembered why she had sought out her crew in the first place.

"Guys, wait! Why are we teasing Sarquiss anyway? We've got far more important things we should be doing right now."

"Yeah!" Sarquis vocally agreed. "Not sure what but yeah, we do."

"Like what?" Nero asked, to which Mani puffed out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"What do you think?" Mani replied, as if it were obvious. "We need to spy on the captain, of course."



– Bellamy –​
I was going to hurt them.

I hadn't quite decided yet on the how, but I was going to hurt them. Badly.

Had they really thought I wasn't going to notice their heads peeking around the corner like a totem pole? Furthermore, if they must follow Robin and I around, they could at least have had the decency of being stealthy about it. The fact that most of them had worn disguises consisting of long winter coats and scarves wrapped around their faces…that just made them stand out like a sore thumb. Especially as we were in the middle of summer. And hiding behind a newspaper with giant cutouts for eyes didn't make Nero invisible either.

Eddy and Muret had been more brazen about it, having coincidentally decided to go on a date at the same establishment where I had reserved a table for tonight. They didn't even try to hide, my doctor even cheekily waving in our direction.

Robin waved back before covering her smile with a hand.

"Fufufufu, your crew seems like a very curious bunch, Bellamy." she chuckled. "And isn't that Hewitt in the kitchen?"

"...I hadn't expected them to go this far…" I murmured. "I really am sorry about all this."

"Fufufufu, it's fine. In fact, this is a rather amusing experience." Robin reassured me, accepting my proffered arm. "Shall we?"

"I believe we shall." I replied, before allowing our waitress to lead us to our table. A waitress who bore an uncanny resemblance to Mani.

I had never been on a date before, having been too busy with my studies before the transition, but I had at least some idea as to how one should act. Things like: pull out the lady's chair, mind your basic table manners, don't talk about politics…Granted, that knowledge came from my mother's upbringing and a couple of old movies, but it was better than nothing.

I had also run through three thousand five hundred and sixty two simulations for potential conversations in my head while waiting for Robin to get ready. However, that turned out to be an utter waste of time, because I forgot everything the moment we sat down. Thankfully, Robin took pity on me and drew me into a lively discussion about Kafka. True, it wasn't the most romantic of conversational topics, but I latched onto it in my desperation and we somehow made it work.

Before I knew it, the nervousness which had gripped my heart had dissipated until I was enjoying myself and if I wasn't completely misinterpreting her cues, Robin was having a good time as well. I did briefly wonder if Robin had so easily accepted my offer for a date, because I was the only (male) friend she had who shared her love of literature. The Straw Hats were obviously not up to the task and while I would never claim that Nami was not intelligent, she was a rural girl who'd grown up without access to the vast library of literary masterworks that I'd had back in my first life. I could very well imagine that Robin had been starved for someone with whom she could share her hobby with.

Helped along by Robin's skill as a conversationalist, dinner went well. There were hardly any awkward pauses and the few which did sneak their way in were quickly resolved. By the time we'd finished our food, I had even forgotten about my crew watching us from the sidelines, though I notice when they left to grant us a little privacy as we took a little walk along the coast. From there, I carefully ventured into other territory, subtly trying to get her to talk about her adventures, both those I knew and the ones hidden in the twenty missing years prior to canon. Robin regaled me readily enough with stories of the former, and I didn't push on the latter. This wasn't an interrogation and that sort of thing could come later…or so I thought.

"Bellamy, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course not. Shoot."

Turned out, I wasn't the only one trying to understand my date a bit better, though unlike how I'd gone about it, Robin's approach had about as much subtlety as a brick.

"In that case," she began, turning to look me in the eyes, "when did you read Kafka?"


Author's note:
Thanks to everyone who answered my question about the date. It helped a lot.

Bellamy & Aisa's new move is Bellamy's equivalent of Gear Third, though it's a lot more about speed than outright destructive power like Luffy. Then again, if you build up enough speed, destruction follows.
Recommendation for names are very much desired.

If you've enjoyed, do please leave a like and a comment. It's free and it really helps a lot.
 
"In that case," she began, turning to look me in the eyes, "when did you read Kafka?"

And Robin's intuition honed over decades comes to the fore... Somewhat rightly so in this case.

She's not going to fall for any half truths. Bellamy should know that.

So the real question is, does he spill everything? His One Piece knowledge includes Saul being alive, that the Library of Ohara is on Elbaf and that Dragon knows about both.
 
Chances are he should be honest but not delve in the existential implications of being someone that read people life story in a book. Robin is also probably one of the best people to tell it.
 
Chapter 68: Revelation
-Bellamy-​
"When did you read Kafka?"

Robin's question was posed so smoothly, that I almost didn't properly register what proverbial minefield I'd just stepped into. But when I did my brain, which until now had been admiring her eyes and enjoying the warmth of her hand in mine, screeched to a halt and it was all I could do to limit how bad the following stutter was. That said, my trust in my ability to reply to her in an eloquent manner had been very rapidly eroded into nothingness, so I had to settle for a more simple compromise.

"P-pardon?"

"When did you read Kafka?" Robin repeated, but that slight window of time was enough for me to pull my wits slightly back together. As such, I managed to regain enough control over my voice to attempt an emergency parry.

"I read his books a long time ago." I answered honestly, hoping that this would be the end of it. It wasn't.

"Personally, I know about Kafka, because growing up I had access to the Great Library of Ohara, a library which boasted the greatest collection of written works in the world." Robin continued. "And from what I gathered, you did not."

"Did Muret tell you?"

"We occasionally exchange book recommendations. Like you, she's pretty well read, though her selection focuses more on medical literature and modern novels rather than the older classics." Robin replied. "Then again, she is a doctor from a long line of established doctors and would have been more than capable of affording a small library. Which makes it all the more baffling that the literary knowledge of someone without a secondary education like you, far outstrips that of a doctor like Muret."

"..."

"This is compounded by the claims of most of your crew, that they had never seen you pick up as much as a booklet, never mind a full length novel in the entire time they've known you." Robin told me, her pitch revealing nothing about her inner feelings other than a vague sense of curiosity. If you asked me, that last one was probably deliberate. "If you hadn't regularly read the newspaper, they would have thought you illiterate."

"How did you have time to convince my crew to reveal those tidbits?" I asked in bewilderment. "You've only spent like three weeks together."

"You do know that their favorite topic to gossip about is you, right?" Robin answered, as if she were pointing out the obvious and in a way, she was. "You're their hero, friend and role model all packed into one. It's only natural that they'd be interested in you. I simply…joined in over tea and biscuits."

"Ugh…" I groaned, sitting down on a nearby rock and burying my face in my hands. "Right, remedial lessons in data security for everyone."

"Don't be too hard on them. Even without their accidental testimony, I would still have asked you the question." she told me, taking a seat on a log next to me. Out of the periphery of my vision, I could see a row of arms dissipate into flower petals, their purpose complete after having transported Robin's seating arrangements. "After all, it's rather odd that someone who obviously enjoys books as much as you do, barely has any in his bedroom."

That last part had honestly been an unfortunate accident of my transition. Whereas in my past life, I could spend hours every day with a nice book in hand, that was a luxury I no longer could afford. For one, the duties of a ship's captain never seemed to end. There were always supply stores to check, riggings to inspect and crew members to talk to. What time I did have, mostly went into training or into telephone (I was tired of saying den den mushi) meetings with Byron. Books…had kind of fallen to the wayside in the face of survival. Plus, while a lot of novels from my past world were present in my current one, not all of them were and the books which were new to me often contained propaganda, making for a rather boring or even unpleasant reading experience.

"I didn't have time to read a lot lately, not with Doflamingo coming for my head and all that." I tried, "And being a captain is a lot of work."

"So, if you didn't read books while growing up and you haven't read any since setting sail…again, when did you read Kafka?" Robin asked again, refusing to be diverted.

As most people would have guessed by now, this entire conversation wasn't about the precise date on which I had read a particular book by a long dead author. This was about Robin confronting me with the inconsistencies in my back story. In a way, this was a positive sign. It signified that Robin was taking my date offer seriously enough to try and clear up any misunderstandings and doubts before moving forward. After all, if she weren't interested at all, she wouldn't have breached the topic. Essentially, this confrontation was Robin giving me a chance to explain.

The issue that I was facing however, was that I had no acceptable way of explaining myself without revealing my status as a reincarnator. And that came with its own set of problems, not least amongst which was that any sane person would think me a liar or a madman, neither of which were positive impressions to leave if I wanted to date the person in question.

Having said her piece and hence, thoroughly thrown me off-balance, Robin leaned back while still maintaining her grip on my hand.

Meanwhile, my mind was racing furiously to find a way out of this predicament. I mean, I could have straight up lied to her, but Robin had spent the last twenty years surviving amongst crooks and gangsters, many if not all of whom had betrayed her and sold her out at one point or another. Developing the ability to detect if someone was trying to deceive you would have been necessary for survival. And more importantly, I liked Robin. A lie was no way to start a relationship. Plus, I'd already decided once before that I did have other things I valued more highly than safeguarding my secret, so it wasn't as if there weren't a precedent…even if nothing had come of that prior decision.

Thing was, if I told Robin, I had to tell the rest of my crew and it did not solely have to do with fairness. While the risk of a secret being revealed increased exponentially with every soul who was in the know, the sense of betrayal my crew would feel, when they eventually found out by some other means, would be all the greater if I confided in Robin but not my own crew. No, that way lay disaster…not to mention that my entire crew was hiding behind a rocky outcropping and listening in at this very moment.

So, lie or deflect and accept that everyone's suspicions would be rekindled…or tell the truth and risk the World Government finding out and deciding to send agents after me in order to secure my person for research purposes.

In the end, it was never a choice.

"This might be a bit difficult to believe," I warned her, grabbing Robin's remaining hand and looking her staring into the eyes. "but I have memories of another life."

They were coming after me anyway.




-Sarquiss-​
"So let me get this straight." his darling began, walking back and forth with one hand supporting her forehead. "You are a scientist from another world with no combat or naval experience, who possessed our friend and captain."

"Well, not exactly?"

"And then you decided that taking a ship and a crew into the sky in your first month on the job was a good idea."

"It beat the alternative."

"And you have been bumbling along ever since while learning on the job."

"It's more like re-learning, but kinda true?"

"How does nobody else have a problem with this?" Lily exclaimed, letting her incredulous gaze wander across the gathered crew.

"Well, if it actually were possession I'd be more scared, but you heard what the captain said, didn't you?" Hewitt answered her with a shrug.

"Yeah, it's more like he gained another set of memories. People get visions all the time, or so my uncle Bob used to say. He certainly claimed he did often enough." Rivers added. "Apparently, everytime you get the feeling of deja vu, it's because your future self is sending you subliminal messages."

"Your uncle was a nutcase."

"Hey! He was a nutcase, but you can't call him that!" Rivers protested. "That's rude!"

"Look, Lily. You need to relax a little. Having your captain get drunk and have surprisingly accurate and vivid visions really isn't the weirdest thing we've seen on the Grand Line." Ross said, patting the girl on the back. "And even if some ghost had tried to possess Bellamy, don't you think that Bellamy would have kicked its ass instead?"

"Well…that's certainly true…"

"Either way, this does explain so much." Sarquiss mused. "Like Bellamy's suddenly expanded vocabulary."

"Or the fact that he apologizes to people now." Muret said, throwing in her two cents.

"And his improved sense of fashion." Mani finished. "Seriously, I'm just glad he no longer tries to wear that stupid pink feather coat."

"So, that's why you were fuzzy!"

"Guys, like seriously? How can you accept this so easily? It's our captain…our friend we are talking about here!" Lily demanded to know, shooting accusing glares at everyone, at least until Sarquiss slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a sideways hug.

"Darling, I know what you're worried about but there's a rather simple solution to your concerns." Sarquiss said before turning to the captain. "We can just ask him. Are. You. Bellamy?"

The responses to his question diverged quite significantly.

"What?!?" Lily shouted in disbelief, while Bellamy laughed.

"Of course I am!"

"And he's not fuzzy anymore!" Aisa piped up.

"See, nothing to worry about." Sarquiss grinned triumphantly before doubling over when Lily punched him in the stomach. "Oof!"

"That doesn't make any sense!" Lily shouted before Bellamy's question stopped her short.

"Then how should I prove it to you?"

To be fair, this was the kind of thing that made Sarquiss' head hurt. How did you prove that you were who you were? It reminded him too much of that conversation Bellamy and he'd had that one time about dreams and identity.

"Uhm…"

"It's not like I can let you cut me open and show you my soul, is it?" Bellamy asked. "The only thing I can prove is that I have all the memories of the Bellamy you knew."

"How do we even know you have his memories anyway?" Lily questioned, latching onto the first opening she saw. And like in combat, such openings were usually traps in disguise.

"I suppose, I could tell everyone that story about the time we went to the pony park…"

"STOP!!!" Lily shrieked, leaping at Bellamy to forcibly gag him with her hands. "You promised to never mention that incident ever again!"

"You can't stop there! Now, I'm curious." Ross whined, before quickly clamping his mouth shut and looking away when Lily snarled at him like a wounded cat.

"Believe me now?" Bellamy smirked at the quartermaster, who jumped off his chest with a slight blush adorning her cheeks, which was quite the contrast to her ferocity mere moments prior. Then again, Sarquiss loved that dichotomy of hers as well.

"Fine…you may have Bellamy's memories." Lily acquiesced, coughing awkwardly. "But that still doesn't make you Bellamy!"

"Lily, if I have all of Bellamy's memories, all of Bellamy's dreams and know in my heart that I am Bellamy…wouldn't that make me, Bellamy?"

Sarquiss found himself nodding along to his best friend's argument, being unable to think of a better answer. If it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck, it was probably a duck…or an evil twin.

"He does have a point, darling. And it's not like you ever suspected that he wasn't who he said he was before, right? We just couldn't figure out when he'd learned all this new stuff."

"..."

"Plus, new experiences, and hence new memories change people." Eddy said, taking up the metaphorical torch. "I mean, look at us. I, for one am a different man from the boy who first set sail."

Lily looked around the circle, seeking support but finding none, especially not from Laki.

"Don't look at me. This Bellamy is the only one I know." The dial mechanic rolled her eyes before elbowing Nero in the side who shrugged non-comittantly in agreement. That proved to be the last straw for his girlfriend.

"I'm surrounded by simpletons...ah, what the heck." Lily groused, throwing up her hands in surrender. "If you can't beat them, join them. I liked the new guy better anyway."

On that, they would probably all agree. They'd liked the old Bellamy, but they loved the new one. And he was more fun.

"So, are we all good?" Bellamy asked Lily, who smiled sweetly in response. Everybody, except his brave captain, took a step back. His brave and foolish captain.

"Almost." And just like Sarquiss had known was going to happen, Bellamy got a first hand demonstration of Lily's progress when she drove her fist into his gut. "Now, we're good."



-Bellamy-​
That could have gone a lot worse or rather, it had gone surprisingly well. I meant, I had gone into this expecting a lot of them to begin questioning my mental sanity. I wonder what it said about them that none of them did. Even Robin had accepted my tale without much of a fuss, merely listening intently before summarizing her impression with a simple "That's interesting."

The one thing I hadn't told them was that One Piece had been a show in my other life. For me, there had been no point in doing so, not when I myself rejected the viewpoint that I was living inside a figment of someone's imagination. The world in which I found myself was real, the people I met were real and telling them that they were nothing but characters in a long running comic series would be an insult. That was one piece of information I would take to my grave. After all, it wasn't as if even family told each other everything either.

Still, I felt as if I had taken a giant leap forward by opening up to my crew and removing a potential ticking time bomb. Hopefully, my feeling that we'd strengthened our bonds wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. For now, life had gone back to normal and everyone was acting like nothing had changed with even my haki empowered empathy being unable to pick up any discrepancies.

So, I was understandably in a good mood for days afterwards and it was made even better by a phone call I received one afternoon.

Puru puru. Puru puru. Puru pu-click

"You have reached Bellamy's Buccaneering Bureau. How may I help you?"

"Springtrap-ya. We need to talk."




Omake: At the Office

Truth. It was such a nebulous thing, seemingly so simple yet so difficult to pin down. Slipping through one's fingers before one even knew they'd approached it in the first place. However, it had been precisely this trait which had drawn Ernie to his calling and after years of literally bone breaking effort, Ernie had managed to secure a position as the Marineford Daily's star reporter.

It granted him access to places the public didn't even know existed and let him take glimpses behind the curtain. Which, of course, made it all the more bitter when he saw his pride and joy be mutilated beyond all recognition.

"How could you? Have you no soul?"

"Oh, quit yammering." the chief editor groused at him as he painstakingly drew another line through Ernie's proposed draft with a big, fat, red marker. "Why do you insist on looking at me like I'm murdering your unborn child every single time?"

"You're a monster." Ernie stated, staring at him with dead, empty eyes.

"I'm a government employed servant of the people and gatekeeper of the truth." Another line. "Though admittedly, that's a fancy way of saying I'm your chief editor."

"She was only a few hours old. Freshly brought into this world with love."

Another line. The page which had once been black and white turned ever more scarlet as the crimson liquid soaked into the paper.

"Well, you can fix her. Just try not to include sensitive information this time?" the editor requested. "There's only so much I can do to cover for you if you refuse to be careful."

In the face of that earnest gaze, Ernie folded and looked away. It wasn't as if he didn't know that his colleague meant well and Ernie himself hadn't expected his first draft to go through. But it was precisely because he knew it wouldn't be accepted, that Ernie could pour his heart and soul into his writing before taking the rejected article and twisting her into a mockery of what she'd once been.

"I liked the phrase, it's the job of a lifetime, so you can probably leave that in."

Like he always did.

But if he was going to twist the truth, he was going to twist it right and proper. This he promised (well somebody) in the name of Honest "Ernie" Earnest.


Author's note:

I really deliberated for a long, long time how I wanted to deal with the revelation issue. Hide it forever? Reveal it to everyone? A select few? Before or after the Timeskip? At the very end?
In the end, I couldn't think of a better way to do it than this: do the set up with Robin, with her laying out the logical deduction she used to figure out something was off and the disbelief being handled by Lily. It was pointed out to me that I tended to avoid uncomfortable conversations in my stories and I tried to not do that this time, at least without writing out a similar conversation twice (once for Robin and once for the Crew). Admittedly, I could have written out the parts where the MC tells us about his life on our earth, but that had very little relevance to the rest of the story, so I cut that part out and had Lily summarise.

Do please let me know what you thought.

As for the Office...I wasn't sure whether or not to have them be dedicated propagandists or your everyday man doing his best to survive in this messed up world. As you can see, I went for the latter option. Thanks for the name suggestion for our earnest reporter. I still need an editor.
 
i think it fits well. a bit more confusion would have been okay,these are not the strawhats afterall. but its good. Acceptance is a large part of being the good guys in onepiece.
 
I also liked the chapter; it was well written and it was necessary that the truth be revealed to the crew - it'll strengthen their bond, which they're likely going to need when they go up against Doflamingo. I'm also liking the somewhat slowed-down pace that is allowing for some character development from everybody, it's something the story needed and it's good that it's now getting it, it rounds out the cast nicely.
 
The pacing is fine. Honestly dooing a bit of side quests to hel have your cast of randos come off as their own it's healthy for the story. But i would love if Bellamy sting being this super cryptical mentor-ish character to Luffy and keep hinting that he will do something beyond even the strongest man in the wrold's reach.
 
Robin, with her laying out the logical deduction she used to figure out something was off and the disbelief being handled by Lily.
Ah, Nico Robin, the major threat to most One Piece Self Inserts as nothing gets past her and likes to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong.

Probably even worse than a mind reader or someone with very advanced Observation Haki like Shanks.
 
Chapter 69: A Naive Optimist
– Eddy –​
When the captain had told them to pack up and get ready to sail, Eddy had initially thought very little of it. Perhaps they had another mission from the Revolutionaries, or the captain had picked up the trail of some long-lost treasure. By this point, neither would have surprised him very much.

However, when the captain declared that they were going to meet up with the famed Surgeon of Death to see if he could fix Eddy's lungs, he'd been struck speechless for a moment. Not least, because after Muret told him that there was nothing she could do for him anymore beyond continued physiotherapy, Eddy had somewhat resigned himself to his current fate. As a result, after managing to recover a significant portion of his pre-injury endurance – he no longer felt like dying after a short jog – Eddy had adapted and completely revamped his fighting style to account for his handicap.

The navigator would even go as far as to claim that he'd become far deadlier than he'd ever been prior to his injury, much of which he owed to Izou's swordsmanship training. So, Eddy had found his peace with the cards fate had dealt him and the very notion that his lungs could be restored had been pushed into the farthest corners of his mind. After all, why worry about the impossible?

Of course, the captain had to try and disprove Eddy's standards of impossibility again and dangle this new opportunity before his eyes. That the captain may have been playing a cruel joke was never considered a possibility, as Eddy knew Bellamy too well by now for him to ever believe that to be a possibility. This held true, even if his captain had gotten memories of a past life…somehow, but the fact remained: captain was the captain. The same captain with whom he'd shared the most life-shaking and formative adventures of his short life. So, for Eddy that was the end of the matter.

Thus, if this wasn't a joke, it meant that Bellamy truly believed that this Trafalgar Law fellow could help him and thus, Eddy had found hope re-kindling within him. The style of swordsmanship Izou was tutoring him in was incredibly effective at finishing a duel very quickly but required incredible stamina to truly master. With the removal of the greatest obstacle left in his way becoming a very real possibility, how could Eddy not get excited at the prospect?

Perhaps, that was why the entire journey had passed in a blur. While Eddy had carried out his duties well, his mind had always been miles away. He'd barely even noticed when they'd made landfall, being forcibly jerked out of thoughts by Bellamy and Muret physically dragging him off the ship to meet with the surgeon.

Even now, after the consultation, Eddy felt like he was in a daze with most of the medical jargon having gone over his head. All that had remained embedded in his memory were the warmth of Muret's hands in his own and three words.

"So, what did the doctor say?" Rivers asked expectantly as soon as Eddy stepped into the kitchen. "Can he fix your lung?"

It is possible.

"Yeah, the doctor said that he could do it." Eddy told his crew, who collectively let out a cheer. "The surgery itself won't even be that difficult, he said."

"Nice!" Ross said, pumping his fist. "In that case, when's the big day?"

"Muret was still discussing the logistics of it all when I left, but it will probably take a while yet."

"Why though?" Hewitt asked. "I thought captain Law…"

"I didn't understand most of it, but I think it's because he can't regrow my lung. If that were possible, Muret would have done it already." Eddy replied, interrupting Hewitt. "He's going to have to put a whole new lung into my chest or something."

"A new lung?" Rivers piped up, tilting his head quizzically to the side.

"Yeah. Apparently, they can't just use any old lung from a random hobo. It's got to be one that matches my blood type or something, plus it should be from someone whose lungs are already trained to my current level of strength. Well, either that or higher to account for the inevitable loss of function." Eddy answered the sniper before shrugging. "Not sure where he's going to get my new lung from, but he said he'd handle it."

"So, we just got to fucking wait, is that what you're saying?"

"More or less." Eddy said, shrugging again. "I've waited this long without hope. What's a little longer?"




– Bellamy –​
Founder and captain of the Heart Pirates, wielder of the ope ope no mi and the holder of the medical knowledge to use it. A young genius with a tragic past and a lost family to avenge. A ruthless pirate who wouldn't hesitate to remove your still beating heart from your body. There were many ways to describe Trafalgar D. Water Law, but if I had to choose one, it would be the following.

A naive optimist.

Now, that was not to say that the man wasn't intelligent. In fact, if you lined up our peers in descending order of IQ, I would wager that one would find Law near the very top of the list. Unfortunately for our good doctor, he suffered from an ailment which preferentially afflicted individuals of above average academic ability. Namely the near unshakable confidence in their own intellectual prowess, as well as the flipside of the same coin, the belief that everybody around them wasn't nearly as smart as they themselves were.

In canon, the result of this had been Law's complex and convoluted plan to take down Doflamingo and weaken Kaido, with which he'd convinced Luffy to enter into an alliance with him. And while the current circumstances weren't the same as they had been in the story, the mastermind behind it was, leading to Law explaining a very similar idea to me when we met up.

Considering our shared vendetta against a feathered Warlord, an alliance against a common foe was agreed upon within the first minutes of our meeting. So in the interest of saving time, we decided to pool our limited resources and lay our cards out on the table. Much to my private amusement, Law had been unable to hide his surprise upon realizing I'd accomplished far more in six months than he'd done in an entire decade when it came to gathering strength and allies. After all, while Law had only his own crew - a talented bunch but only a single Paradise crew - I had managed to recruit Urouge, Byron as well as the Gecko Moria. If one also counted Bonney, who I was still hoping to convince eventually, the Revolutionary Army and Disco (and his spy network); I was the lynchpin of a rather powerful network. The Whitebeard Remnants were just the cherry on top.

Naturally, Law, who'd originally intended to form an alliance on an equal footing, was forced to face reality and accept that this wouldn't be the case. Regardless of our wishes, whether it be by contribution or by influence, I had inadvertently put myself into a position where I would dominate my peer by every metric. Urouge and the rest had allied with me not with Law and hence, would be far more likely to listen to my suggestions than they would Law's. The one way he could flip the board, so to speak, would be if his personal combat ability were to utterly dwarf mine, but as we were both supernovas this was unlikely to be the case.

Law hadn't seemed too disturbed by this situation, because the benefits of working with a well connected and, more importantly, a sane pirate far outweighed any misgivings he might have. However, Law wouldn't have been who he was if he'd been content to ride my coattails to victory, his pride demanding that he contribute as much as possible to balance the scales. Seeing as I had provided the brawn, the only possible conclusion a person confident in his own cleverness such as Law could reach, would have been to become the brains of the operation.

The above being the explanation for why I found myself sitting across from my fellow captain, who, after finishing his grand presentation, was giving me some very expectant looks.

"So, to summarize…" I began, drawing out the words while I gathered my thoughts. "Your plan is to cut out a hundred beating hearts of a hundred pirate captains and offer them as live sacrifices to the World Government in exchange for being appointed as one of the Seven Warlords to fill the holes left behind by Sir Crocodile, Teach and Moria."

"A morbid way to put it, but not incorrect." Law said, giving me a small nod.

"After which, you will use the access granted to you by merit of your new position to dig through secret government files in the hopes of unearthing some of the Joker's dirty secrets."

"It's not a hope. I know there is something. While I just don't know what it is, that can be solved easily enough once I am one of the seven." Law replied, relaxing into his seat. "Ideally, it would be something that could impede his relationship with Kaido."

"You will then use whatever blackmail you find to threaten him into relinquishing his own Warlord title, causing him to lose the protection he enjoyed from the Marines." I continued, staring into Law's smiling eyes. In response, he winked at me. "Once the deed is done, you would carry out your threat regardless, forcing Doflamingo to fail his obligations to Kaido."

"Kaido was never the most forgiving man nor the most understanding. It would be enough if he merely retracted his implied protection but it is far more likely that the two would go to war. Kaido for the alleged slight and the Joker to survive." he explained, before adding on "The Joker won't survive."

"And as the marines aren't going to be able to accept Kaido executing the ruler of Dressrosa, they'll be forced to retaliate, inflicting even more casualties upon Kaido's crew in addition to whatever damage Doflamingo managed to do."

"Mutual destruction at its finest." Law smirked, "Without the defender's advantage they enjoyed against Whitebeard, the Marines won't be able to finish the Emperor off, meaning our alliance can swoop in and take Kaido's head."

"So, according to your plan, we'd be able to take Doflamingo's life without lifting a finger, cripple the marines and hence help spread the fires of Revolution while also clearing an Emperor's throne in one fell swoop."

"Exactly. Everybody wins!" Law finished, looking mightily pleased with himself.

It was a fine plan, at least in theory and if everything worked out as intended, it would be an incredibly easy way to win. The problem was that plans, especially intricate ones, tended not to survive contact with the enemy. Something that Law and Luffy had found out in the canon timeline much to their detriment. As such, I had no intention of following a plan which had been proven to be faulty, though that still left the question of how to transmit this diplomatically.

"I have a few questions if you don't mind."

"Of course not. Let's hear them."

"How are you going to gather a hundred hearts of sufficient quality in time?" I asked, to which my conversation partner launched into another lengthy explanation.

Law's proposed solution had been to stir up an uprising in Hachinosu, which was perhaps the pirate hub in the New World and hence, filled with enough harvestable hearts to make the World Government salivate. Failing that, the power vacuum left by Whitebeard's death had destabilized the area so significantly, that there wasn't going to be a lack of ambitious elements eyeing up prime real estate anytime soon. Either way, he could use the chaos to ambush and individually pick off his targets before making a clean getaway.

My new ally's first choice had been Marshall D. Teach, who had more reasons than anybody to begin carving out a piece of territory for himself. After all, his little show at Marineford had all but been a declaration of his candidacy for Whitebeard's empty throne. Hachinosu would offer Teach not only a symbolic base but also a very large pool of recruits, as long as he could kick out the former owner.

"You do know I'm a known associate of the Whitebeard remnants, right? If you're going to be involving Teach, I'm not going to be able to help you." I told him. "I've got too much to lose by working alongside Blackbeard."

"It's fine. I can do this part by myself." He answered without a care in the world. In a way, he probably preferred to do this alone anyway, if only to increase his own contribution.

Which still left one rather glaring issue we needed to address.

"The success of this entire operation depends on the element of surprise. Doffy cannot find out that we're investigating his weaknesses, he cannot find out that we know about his weaknesses and he definitely cannot find out we control whatever his weakness is before we are in position." I said, listing things off with my fingers.

"Right you are."

"How are you going to stop him from finding out?"

"Originally, I was going to lie low and fly under the radar…but then you arrived." Law answered, gesturing in my direction. "Didn't you mention that Disco was capable of blinding the Joker's network to your movements?"

"For now, but it's already taking nearly everything he has to cover my tracks from Doffy's agents and that time is running out. According to Disco's estimates, he won't be able to keep this up for longer than a year and its already been a few months since he made that estimate." I pointed out, causing Law to frown. "Afterwards, we're going to have to assume that Doffy is going to be aware of our every move."

"Drats."

Still, because the problem we were facing was that Doffy had his eyes and ears everywhere in the criminal underground, the solution was relatively simplistic if a bit tricky to pull off. After all, if Doffy didn't have a vast network he could use to keep tabs on us, he couldn't keep tabs on us. Sadly, as neither of us had the time, the manpower or the skills necessary to root out the Joker's crime cartel root and stem, nor the ability to even properly damage it, we would need outside help. Which meant dealing with one of the other Crime Lords, who had a vested interest in seeing the Joker knocked down a peg or two.

In essence, we had three choices as to whom we could approach.

The first, was the illustrious Prof. Michael Orwell Riarty. A famed mathematician, star lecturer at the Imperial Collegium of Clearwater and a known philanthropist. A genius by all accounts, he had taken the academic world by storm when he published his first papers at the ripe old age of ten, solving a centuries old mathematical puzzle. If one believed the rumors, his intellect rivaled that of the world's greatest mind, Dr. Vegapunk.

That was about as much as the general public knew about the man, including most of the law enforcement. However, those in the know fearfully whispered his chosen epithet…the Criminal Consultant. The man was a master of playing the various gangs, pirates and crooks like a fiddle, offering great rewards for cooperation and swift retribution for betrayal. If the man made a suggestion in his role as a consultant, you probably wanted to listen lest a bounty be placed on everything you held dear...with suggestions on how one might go about collecting them.

The second was Gild Tesoro, also known as the Casino King. Not only was he the proprietor of the Gran Tesoro, the largest and most famous entertainment city-ship in the world, but he was also a veritable kingpin in the underworld with extensive dealings with the World Government. Most relevant to my purposes, he was a former enemy turned business partner of Doflamingo, though my canon knowledge told me that he wouldn't be too displeased if the Warlord were to be defeated. Sadly, going anywhere near his ship at my current level of strength was likely to result in Tesoro turning me into a gold-plated statue before turning me over to Doflamingo. Probably in a bid to lower the man's guard before betraying him, but still it wasn't a palatable option for me.

The last but not least amongst the illustrious trio, was the Bloody Countess, Elisabeth Bathory. No one knew for sure if the claim of nobility was legitimate but few dared to question her claims. Fewer still were those who were daring enough to mention the rumors of Bathory bathing in the blood of virgins and lived to tell the tale. As such, these tales were never verified, though they persisted in the form of folktales.

Elisabeth Bathory had first risen to prominence following the death of her husband several decades ago, showcasing an amazing business acumen to greatly increase her family fortune until she was able to literally purchase her home island from her king. Years later, when his heir tried to have her arrested on hundreds of murder charges, the crown prince found himself deposed in short order by popular (aristocratic) demand. In the years that followed, the Bloody Countess had turned the kingdom of her birth into her private domain, though unlike Doflamingo she seemed content to be pulling the strings from the shadows.

And it was with this lady that Disco had managed to arrange a meeting, the Bloody Countess having agreed to grant us an audience if we were to bring her a suitable gift.

"Did she mention what she wanted?"

"She did." I sighed.

"Not going to tell me what it is?" my new ally asked, crossing his arms.

"No, it's just a little unexpected, is all." I told Law, before taking a deep breath. "The Bloody Countess desires the Pure Gold."


Author's note:
I do apologise for the delay, but I'm currently in the process of throwing out and rewriting the next three chapters or so. Something about the way I wrote them - be it the plot, the dialogue, the style - just didn't feel right so I'm taking some time to reassess the situation.

As always, do please leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed. It really helps a lot.
 
The Whitebeard Remnants
Why were they called remnants when they technically achieved their objective of saving Ace and gave a bloody nose to the World Government even if Marineford Daily try to downplay it and spin it with their BS news that got Big News Morgans declare war on them? And that I don't think they would just fold like their canon selves did.

Calling the Whitebeards remnants would be insulting.

"Exactly. Everybody wins!" Law finished, looking mightily pleased with himself.
Law has the same energy of Professor Hulk from Avengers Endgame.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1Lp7m7tJNk

"The Bloody Countess desires the Pure Gold."
That means SI Bellamy and his crew and allies are gonna run into Mad Treasure and his thugs, and also the girl Myskina Olga.

This is gonna be interesting.
 
combining the movies? smart. lets not rehash them but use the lore to make a new plot.

Difficult wound a good doc cant heal? go to magic doc! a very nice solution.Integrating the magic of one piece outside of combat.

Which is something i really love about onepiece. Most major islands have atleast one weird thing affecting the whole island and their everyday lives. Mostly negatively,but even that is apreciated for the variety. And when its positive it makes me smile like an idiot. its why i read the manga.


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I hope laws advice will be actually useful at some point. I hate the smart character is always wrong trope. Why make him smart? just so the mc can be smarter? I am not accusing you of that. they just met. But i just wanted to vent about the smart mook trope.

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so: positives,possible negatives. now hopes:
again, i hope to see the crew use more tech and fantastical equipment ,not only on themselves,or in fights. The captain is an engineer and creative. And his crew has some variety in skills. Gathering weird stuff from the grandline,to have a large,weird toolkit sounds amazing.


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If i wrote a onepiece story,thats what my mc would do. just like don krieg. But nice,weirder,and a far larger collection. But i am waaaayy to lazy to try that. Still working on that.
 
I understand why Bellamy went to Law for Eddy's sake. Hogback would've been able to do a lung transplant but:

a) Bellamy and Muret rightly still don't trust Hogback
and b) It gives Bellamy a chance for the alliance
 
I was half expecting Bellamy trow Nenro as a trainer to Laws Crew, it's ckear the MC respects the guy and having something that make the heart crew not dead weight would have been the biggest solid Bellamy could ever make.
 
I understand why Bellamy went to Law for Eddy's sake. Hogback would've been able to do a lung transplant but:

a) Bellamy and Muret rightly still don't trust Hogback
and b) It gives Bellamy a chance for the alliance
C) Hogback is not sane enough to be trusted in operating living patients.

In the end Law is may be not the best option as faar as results go when cyborg stuff exists but he is the most uncomplicated one.
Someone sane, skilled that is not liable to stab him in the back and have some very obvious ways to repay.
 
C) Hogback is not sane enough to be trusted in operating living patients.

In the end Law is may be not the best option as faar as results go when cyborg stuff exists but he is the most uncomplicated one.
Someone sane, skilled that is not liable to stab him in the back and have some very obvious ways to repay.
More or less. Plus, it's one of the quicker ways to get Eddy a lung as Bellamy doesn't have a cybernetics expert on his crew.
 
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