One Piece: My Crew is from Other World

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

On a remote, battle-scarred island, chaos reigned.

King stood among the wreckage, his body covered in bruises and burns. It wasn't that his Lunarian abilities couldn't heal him—no, far from it. But right now, there was simply no time or energy to recover.

The same could be said for most of the Beast Pirates and the Dragon Hunter Pirates. Both sides had been locked in an intense, non-stop clash for five straight days, leaving them all physically and mentally battered.

King had long dropped any trace of arrogance he once held toward the Dragon Hunter Pirates. These lunatics didn't even fight using conventional pirate tactics, yet they still dealt immense damage. What made it worse was—they kept winning.

He had tried to ask their members for information about Ryuunosuke, their mysterious captain, but every answer had been vague or outright clueless. It seemed like Ryuunosuke kept all plans locked inside his own head, only revealing them when the time came for action.

Even Najenda, one of his officers, had no idea what the other teams were doing outside the island. Yet every time they won a match, the Dragon Hunter Pirates had only one request:

"Another round!"

Such madness gave them no room to breathe, let alone recover. It was training through war—pure, relentless experience grinding.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a surge of powerful energy erupted nearby. Tatsumi stood tall, his wounds vanishing in seconds, a golden glow surrounding him like a second skin.

"Not again…" King muttered, teeth clenched.

He could feel Tatsumi's aura explode after yet another breakthrough. It was infuriating.

The Beast Pirates had no time to heal, but the Dragon Hunter Pirates treated every battle as a grinding session in some twisted game. One breakthrough was all it took to reset their bodies and amplify their strength tenfold.

"They're monsters," King thought bitterly. "All of them…"

Even Kobayashi, who barely had any combat strength five days ago, was now capable of holding his own against seasoned Beast Pirates.

How was that even possible?

In just five days, they had produced fully-fledged fighters through actual combat. Though still rough around the edges, their improvement speed was terrifying.

"I won just now," Tatsumi declared confidently. "Next, I'll challenge Jack again."

He didn't wait for a response.

Having defeated Jack once already, Tatsumi couldn't wait to test his newfound strength. His body still gleamed with the aftershocks of his breakthrough.

"Hmph. I was just careless last time," Jack growled, eyes flashing with pride. "This time, I'll crush you like a bug!"

Despite his exhaustion, Jack transformed into his mammoth form and charged head-on toward Tatsumi.

Watching from the sidelines, King shook his head in exasperation.

"This idiot… still using brute force against an opponent like Tatsumi?" He sighed. "Of course he's going to lose."

Sure enough, within minutes, the battle ended with Tatsumi victorious once more. Jack, while not seriously hurt, looked frustrated beyond words.

"I'll get you next time!" he yelled, stomping the ground in fury.

Meanwhile, King walked toward Najenda, who stood calmly near the edge of the battlefield.

She, too, had experienced a breakthrough during these brutal five days, and though she looked better than King, her exhaustion was still visible.

"You could've chosen to train differently," King said. "Why this method? Why push yourselves like this?"

Najenda exhaled slowly, glancing at the horizon before answering.

"There are forces inside us that we can't fully control through normal training," she said. "But you… your crew... you're experts in survival through battle. That's what we want to learn."

She gave him a small smile.

"Even if you didn't beat me just now, you've earned an honest answer."

"…Thank you," King said quietly.

He couldn't deny it—her directness, her strength, her sincerity. It was rare. Too rare.

He found himself staring at her, heart pounding for reasons he didn't quite understand.

Strong. Straightforward. Fearless.

Such a woman was dangerously captivating.

"Hey, King," Najenda suddenly said, smirking, "you're not falling for me, are you? I don't have time for dates like some lovestruck girl."

She pulled out a cigarette but frowned when she couldn't find her lighter.

Without a word, King raised a finger, conjuring a small flame.

She leaned forward, lit the cigarette, and gave him a quick, genuine "Thanks."

Then her attention returned to the battlefield as if nothing had happened.

King, on the other hand, was anything but calm.

That casual attitude, that indifference—he found it irresistible. But what could he do?

She had just shut him down with a joke… or maybe it wasn't a joke.

If he said something now, it might ruin everything. But if he kept it to himself…

"I'll explode from the inside," he muttered under his breath.

Then, an idea struck him. A smirk crept onto his face.

He turned, walking calmly toward the battlefield.

As the next match was called—Najenda versus King—he stepped forward and raised his voice for all to hear.

"Najenda! If I win, you have to let me confess to you!"

A wave of stunned silence swept across the island.

Then, the flames on King body erupted like a blazing sun, fueled by emotion and pride. He wasn't using weapons—this was pure ability.

Najenda blinked.

Was he serious?

She had only been teasing, yet this idiot actually went and turned it into a battlefield proposal!

Still, she wasn't surprised. In the military, she'd seen it all. From foot soldiers to lieutenants, someone always tried their luck.

She cracked her knuckles.

"You can confess now," she said with a grin. "My answer's ready."

She inhaled from her cigarette and exhaled slowly.

"I refuse."

Then she lunged forward, her fist crashing toward King like a meteor. It wasn't seastone, but the sheer force of her Armament Haki was overwhelming.

She had grown significantly after her breakthrough. Every punch came with crushing power and expert control.

King gritted his teeth.

"Not even willing to consider it?" he roared. "Fine! Then let me see where your confidence comes from!"

The flames around him intensified as he launched a ferocious counterattack.

Off to the side, Tatsumi shook his head in amusement.

"Do pirates always confess their feelings like this?" he asked.

Jack, still sore from his loss, snorted.

"Hah! Don't lump us all together. That guy's the dumbest of the three of us."

"…And who's second dumbest?"

"Quinn," Jack said proudly. "I'm obviously the smartest!"

Tatsumi blinked.

"…Right. Should've known better than to ask you."

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