Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece

Although Uchiha Shiraha was a transmigrator, he was very similar to the members of the Uchiha clan in that he was arrogant and tsundere.

Robin took the hairpin, her fingertips touching the cool seashell, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but whisper a thank you.

She raised her hand and inserted the hairpin into her hair. The long black hair paired with the wooden hairpin looked exceptionally beautiful.

Rangiku, seeing this scene, couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hey, Shiraha, this isn't like you. What's going on? You're actually making hairpins today?"

"That's probably because Robin suits this hairpin better. If it were Rangiku, I might have given her a different gift."

"I love so much……"

As the night deepened, Nico Robin went up to the deck and leaned against the ship's railing, listening to the sounds of the sea breeze and waves. Occasionally, when she looked up, she could see Matsumoto Rangiku lounging on a deck chair and Shiraha's silent figure.

There were oil lamps on the deck, which could only illuminate an area of ​​two or three meters around them.

Rangiku continued to chat with Uchiha Hakuba in a casual manner, but perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, she fell asleep leaning against the recliner, making soft noises.

Uchiha Hakuba took off his coat and covered Rangiku with it. Although he was a man of few words, he was also very considerate of Rangiku, after all, the sea breeze at night was the most biting.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Robin suddenly felt a sense of peace he had never felt before.

Over the years, she had been wandering alone, witnessing betrayal and scheming, but she never expected to meet two people on a small fishing boat who would not blame or reject her, but would instead chat with her and offer her warmth.

The sea was exceptionally quiet at night, with only the gentle, lingering sound of waves lapping against the deck.

The wooden boat swayed back and forth with the waves, carrying three people from different worlds, the evening breeze from the side of the boat, the tenderness hidden in the night, and the starlight from afar, on this coast of the Western Sea...

The night passed quickly, and the small wooden bed in the cabin and Matsumoto Rangiku gave Nico Robin a long-lost sense of security.

Although it's not entirely peaceful...

"I already told you not to sleep in my bed! As a doll, you can sleep on the floor, or you don't take up much space as a doll!"

Because the crew quarters were given to Nico Robin, Matsumoto Rangiku went to the captain's cabin.

To be honest, Matsumoto Rangiku has such a great figure that the bed seems a bit small when you're in bed with him, and he's also quite restless.

"What?! Bai Yu, you bastard, feel my hand. Under your manipulation, I've already taken on a human body, only still affected by your Puppet Fruit. I can shrink, just like those obviously fake puppets of yours, hanging around your waist..."

Matsumoto Rangiku grew angrier as she spoke. She knew that Uchiha Shiraha was just joking, but she couldn't help wanting to argue back.

"But thanks to your special powers, I'm a real human now. I'm not sleeping on the deck; a bed is much more comfortable..."

Faced with the shameless Matsumoto Rangiku, Uchiha Shiraha was truly speechless. However, having a beautiful woman to warm his bed didn't seem like such a bad thing.

"That's good. With Matsumoto Rangiku and Nico Robin around, it won't be too boring on the ship anymore."

Uchiha Hakuha was lost in thought.

The wooden boat, moored at night, swayed gently on the water. Inside the cabin, only a dim oil lamp was lit, its orange glow spreading over the softly padded wooden bed before gradually fading away.

Matsumoto Rangiku lay on her side, her short golden hair spread out on the pillow, the collar of her clothes slightly open, revealing the delicate skin of her neck and her faint collarbone. Her breathing was as gentle as the evening breeze blowing across the shore, carrying a faint scent of sake.

If it were just the smell of alcohol, it would certainly be extremely unpleasant, but when mixed with Matsumoto Rangiku's own flavor, it has a unique taste.

Uchiha Hakuha lay beside her, his bangs falling across his forehead. The days of travel and the presence of puppet guards on the deck had made him lower his guard. He lay on his side, his arm draped unconsciously at his side, his fingertips barely an inch from Rangiku's shoulder.

Outside the cabin, the soft sound of waves lapping against the gunwale, mixed with the faint glow of distant fishing lights, made the cabin even more tranquil, and I drifted off to sleep.

Bai Yu's dream had no smoke of gunpowder, no bloodshed from the annihilation of the Uchiha clan, and no strife in the ninja world; it was only a gentle, hazy dream.

It felt like falling into a fluffy cloud, or being wrapped in sun-dried cotton wool. Everywhere his fingertips touched was a delicate and soft sensation, carrying a faint warmth that completely relaxed his tense nerves. He subconsciously reached out to grab it, sinking deep into that soft warmth. The touch was dense and light, like holding a handful of crushed moonlight. It was so comfortable that his slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth even curved into a very faint smile, one that he himself did not notice. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed against it a couple of times.

He hadn't slept this well in a long time.

As dawn approached, the ripples on the water gradually quickened, and the morning mist seeped in through the gaps in the cabin, carrying a slightly cool and damp air that awakened Bai Yu from her hazy dream.

The moment his consciousness returned, the first thing he felt was the lingering warmth on his fingertips, more real and delicate than the cotton wool in his dream, carrying the warmth of his body, spreading from his fingertips to the depths of his heart, stirring up a strange feeling.

He subconsciously twitched his fingers...

Uchiha Hakuba suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly clearing as he slowly lowered his gaze, his pupils suddenly contracting.

His hand was steadily resting on Matsumoto Rangiku.

His palm rested on her delicate skin beneath her yukata, and he could clearly feel the smoothness and slight undulations of her skin. That warm and soft touch perfectly overlapped with the hazy touch in his dream.

Rangiku, who was not fully awake at the moment, was startled by his movements and her brows furrowed slightly.

Bai Yu's body froze instantly, and his aura suddenly became somewhat stiff.

He had never touched a woman so closely before, let alone in such an intimate way. The soft warmth of her fingertips felt like an electric current, coursing through his veins...

"Cough cough, cough cough, unintentional, unintentional..."

As Uchiha Hakuha withdrew his hand, he felt his face flush red...

He quickly patted his cheeks and, seeing that Matsumoto Rangiku hadn't woken up, Uchiha Shiraha got up and ran to the deck to get some fresh air.

Unbeknownst to Uchiha Hakuba, as he fled to the deck, Matsumoto Rangiku had already woken up and was watching Hakuba's escape with a smile.

Matsumoto Rangiku's face slowly turned red as she recalled that she had started the fight last night.

For some reason, she also had a strange fondness for Uchiha Shiraha.