One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

During that time, the Dragon Hunter Pirates made their way to Shimotsuki Village.

After all, Kuina was still there—and Ryuunosuke hadn't forgotten her.

Upon arriving, the crew didn't waste time wandering. They headed straight for Isshin Dojo, the place where Kuina had once trained and where her father still taught.

Ryuunosuke stood at the entrance and knocked with practiced courtesy.

"We're here to see Kuina," he said calmly.

The disciple who answered was clad in traditional samurai armor—far from the unassuming students who once populated the dojo.

After the last great battle, Shimotsuki Koshiro had made a decision: no more hiding. Isshin Dojo had officially embraced its Wano heritage. The village, too, had transformed into a full-fledged samurai settlement.

Their ancestors had once served in Wano's proud warrior class. Now, their blades and hearts followed that same path again.

"Please, come in," the disciple said respectfully.

Led through the outer hall, Ryuunosuke and his crew were brought to the backyard, where two familiar figures waited.

Koshiro stood beside his daughter. Kuina, dressed in refined samurai robes, brightened the moment she saw them.

"Captain!" she called out, stepping forward with eager steps.

She had wanted to rush to sea the moment she heard the Dragon Hunter Pirates had resumed their voyage. But her father had insisted she remain behind—at least for now. Instead, Koshiro sent a message, inviting the crew to visit.

And Kuina, though reluctant, obeyed.

"Captain Ryuunosuke," Koshiro greeted. "Might I speak with you privately?"

He then turned to the rest of the crew with a small smile.

"Everyone else, you're welcome to enjoy the food we've prepared."

Even standing before one of the most feared pirate captains in the world, Koshiro's composure didn't waver. He wasn't a warrior who bent to reputation.

"Sure," Ryuunosuke nodded. "But make sure there's plenty of meat."

With a grin, he followed the old swordsman, curious as to what this meeting was really about.

Everyone else dispersed, led by the local samurai to the village's dining area. Though some could've used their Observation Haki to eavesdrop, Ryuunosuke had already asked them not to. And they trusted his word.

"Kuina, go on," Koshiro added once they were alone. "We won't need you here for now."

"But Father—"

"Go," he said again, firmly.

Kuina hesitated but obeyed. As she walked past Ryuunosuke, she gave him a lingering glance. There was something in her eyes—worry, perhaps… or hope.

Once she was gone, Koshiro stood and entered the house. A few moments later, he returned, holding a wooden box.

"Captain Ryuunosuke," he said, setting the box down, "this contains everything we've uncovered about the Infinity Stones, along with the stones we've managed to collect."

"I figured you'd be interested."

Ryuunosuke nodded. He had suspected as much. The old man didn't summon him just for a reunion.

The lid opened with a faint creak, revealing several white stones that glowed with an eerie luster. The pressure that radiated from them was unmistakable—raw, unstable, and violent.

It was the same oppressive energy he'd once felt from Uranus, the King of Heaven.

Though Ryuunosuke still wasn't sure what Uranus truly was, he suspected it wasn't just a weapon—it was a living being. One that Rocks D. Xebec had once managed to dominate, even if briefly.

According to Koshiro's notes, embedding these stones into the human body came with catastrophic risks. They had tested it on several volunteers, but none survived for long.

The human body simply couldn't handle the chaotic power within.

Eventually, Koshiro shifted the focus of his research—from humans to weapons.

"I didn't want to follow the same path as my father, Kosaburo," Koshiro said quietly. "But in the end, there weren't many alternatives."

Ryuunosuke closed the box gently.

"Is there a known source for these stones? A natural production point? Or are they just scattered across the world, waiting to be found?"

Koshiro's eyes gleamed.

"There is a source."

He stepped back and pointed downward.

"It's right beneath Shimotsuki Village."

Ryuunosuke raised a brow.

"That's why you built the dojo here?"

"Exactly," Koshiro said. "But before I show you the entrance, there's something else I need to ask."

Ryuunosuke folded his arms.

"A question?"

"I'll answer if I can."

"You're Kuina's captain," Koshiro began, his tone shifting, "but more than that—Kuina likes you."

The words hit like a hammer.

Just moments ago, they had been discussing Infinity Stones and ancient weaponry.

Now... this?

For a moment, Ryuunosuke—the man feared by admirals, emperors, and revolutionaries—stood frozen like a stiff piece of iron.

All his life, he had ignored these feelings. Whether it was Kuina, or Akame, or any of the women who had looked at him with affection, Ryuunosuke had never known how to respond.

He was a blade—a weapon forged by battle, not emotion.

But now, standing face-to-face with Kuina's father, there was no escape.

Koshiro stepped forward.

"By your expression, I can tell you've at least sensed it. So I'll ask plainly—what are your intentions?"

Ryuunosuke's mouth opened, then closed again. Words struggled to form.

He wasn't afraid of battle—but this was unfamiliar territory.

And just when he finally drew in a breath to speak—

"I like the Captain too!"

A voice cut through the garden like a flash of lightning.

Ryuunosuke's eyes snapped toward the courtyard gate.

There stood Akame, arms crossed, crimson eyes steady.

And beside her—Kuina, lips parted in shock, frozen mid-step.

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