One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

After leaving the cave, Ryuunosuke turned back for one final look—then raised his hand.

BOOM!

A brilliant explosion engulfed the cave, tearing through stone and soil. The entire area collapsed in on itself, reduced to rubble in seconds. Whatever Carlos had left behind—his twisted experiments, remnants of that cursed aura—Ryuunosuke ensured none of it remained.

Even the corpses of the Sea Kings by the shore were incinerated in the blast. He didn't want any trace of that madness lingering in the East Blue.

With the job done, he turned and made his way toward the Mountain.

As he approached the old forest trail, a bandit leapt from the shadows, sword drawn.

"Who goes there?!" the man barked. "This is Dadan's turf! One more step, and we'll slice you up and eat you for breakfast, brat!"

His men fanned out behind him, weapons glinting. They were posturing hard, like they were guarding a Yonko's treasure vault.

Ryuunosuke smiled.

"Yede… it's me. Ryuunosuke."

The bandit blinked, squinting. The sun was low, casting shadows across Ryuunosuke's face. And after four long years away, he'd changed—sharper eyes, broader shoulders, a presence that weighed like a stormcloud.

"Ryuunosuke…? Don't mess with me!"

Yede raised his sword. "Do you know what that name means now? That kid grew up to punch World Government Admirals and stomp Four Emperors into the dirt!"

But the more he stared, the more familiar that face became.

"Wait a sec… Boss! Boss, it's Ryuunosuke! He's back!"

The entire mountain shook as he sprinted uphill, yelling at the top of his lungs. Moments later, familiar faces came pouring out of the old hideout.

There she was—Dadan. Still fierce, still built like a cannonball. But even she had aged. Four years was a long time, and time left marks on everyone.

"Ms. Dadan," Ryuunosuke said with a grin. "I'm home."

He'd always called her that, even when she'd threatened to smack him for being too formal. Eventually, she gave up. Deep down, she saw him—and the others—as her kids.

"You little punk," she barked, voice thick with emotion. "What, you finally remembered where you came from? Come on, we got meat! We got booze! You'll be gone again soon anyway, right?"

She rambled, half-yelling, half-choking on the words.

And yet… her eyes were warm. Her heart even warmer.

Ryuunosuke smiled, following her inside. The others gathered around, laughter and old stories flowing freely.

Later, when things calmed, Dadan pulled him aside.

She gave updates on the other three kids she raised—Ace, Sabo, and Luffy. All of them were alive and making their own waves across the seas. When she said it, her whole face lit up.

But time had carved deeper wrinkles into her cheeks.

Seeing her like that, Ryuunosuke grew quiet.

When she wasn't looking, he slipped a drop of life essence into her jug of sake. It wouldn't make her younger, or turn her into a monster. But it would strengthen her body, slow her aging, maybe buy her a few more years of health and laughter.

They drank until midnight, until Dadan passed out at the table with a turkey leg in one hand and a jug in the other.

After making sure everyone was asleep, Ryuunosuke left quietly and made his way back down to Village.

Makino's bar was almost closed. The clatter of cleaning echoed inside. She was sweeping the floor when she spotted him.

"You're back?" she said, a warm smile on her face. "Help me clean up first, will you? I've got something for you."

"Of course," he said, rolling up his sleeves.

Here, in this tiny village, there were no pirates, no Yonko, no battles. Just home. And Ryuunosuke loved it.

No matter how feared or respected he was out there, inside this bar—he was just family.

Later, after the floor was cleaned and the shutters locked, he joined Makino, Kuina, and Akame in the back room.

Makino sat them down, eyes gentle.

"Akame and Kuina already told me everything," she said. "I may not be your mother, Ryuunosuke… but I watched you grow up. You're family."

She hesitated. "So if you ever need anything… or if you decide to get married… I hope you'll have the ceremony right here, in Foosha Village."

Kuina and Akame both turned red, staring down at the table.

They knew what she was about to say. And now that Ryuunosuke was here, they didn't dare look up.

"I understand," Ryuunosuke said, smiling. "Thank you, Sister Makino. I won't plan the wedding just yet… but next time I return, I'll make it official."

He was a pirate—but one with modern sensibilities. A proper wedding wasn't too much to ask.

Makino beamed. "I trust you."

She pulled out a small wooden box. "Here. I made these a while ago. Four necklaces. You're so lucky, you're hogging two."

She handed the necklaces to Kuina and Akame—simple in design, but brimming with care and meaning.

"These aren't just jewelry," she said. "They're blessings."

"Thank you, Sister Makino," the two women whispered, touched beyond words.

For all their battles and treasures, nothing they'd found in the Grand Line matched the value of these.

They spent the rest of the night in quiet conversation. Makino passed on some advice… and one stern warning.

"No bullying the girls," she said, giving Ryuunosuke a pointed look.

Eventually, they parted ways. Makino went to rest, and the trio returned to the ship. They sat on the deck beneath the stars, wrapped in peaceful silence.

No words were needed.

Somewhere out there, Nojiko was sailing her own path.

—Meanwhile—

On the Red Hair Pirates' ship, Shanks sat alone, brows furrowed.

Carlos.

That name now left a bitter taste.

"Let it go," Ben Beckman said, exhaling smoke. "That stone isn't worth it. Something's off about all of this."

They had chased the Infinity White Stones for years, hoping to find something to counterbalance the World Government's grip. But Carlos's descent into madness proved how dangerous the stones truly were.

Shanks opened a wooden box and stared inside.

Old parchment. Faded notes. And fragments of Infinite White Stone, glowing faintly.

A gift from Koshiro Shimotsuki.

Shanks's face was calm—but inside, his thoughts were a storm.

—Elsewhere—

On a hidden island deep within the New World…

A small figure stood atop a cliff, arms crossed.

"It seems Roy's plan failed in the end," the girl said softly, voice filled with contempt.

"This method was flawed from the start. Depending on them to achieve the grand plan? How laughable."

She looked young—barely a teen—with features strikingly similar to Perona's. But her aura held ancient weight, far older than her body suggested.

She turned toward the shadows, where a name echoed once again.

Roy—the man who once stood before Im of the World Government.

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