Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Hiyori stood to the side, looking on helplessly. Suddenly remembering something, she turned around, rummaged through the corner, pulled out the first-aid kit, and ran back.

"Let me help you!"

She knelt down, opened the first-aid kit, and took out wound medicine and clean gauze.

Nock glanced at her but did not refuse.

Hiyori carefully lifted his left hand, her movements so gentle it was as if she were afraid of breaking something. She rinsed the bloodstains from the edges of the wound with clean water, then sprinkled on some medicine, and wrapped it with layers of gauze.

The candlelight illuminated her face, her expression focused and earnest.

A delicate fragrance wafted into my nose; it was the clean scent emanating from the young girl.

Nock frowned.

He doesn't like it.

It wasn't because Hiyori did anything wrong, but because of her identity. Every time he saw her, he would think of Oden, that man's foolish behavior, and also of Momonosuke, that lucky coward.

He hated them, and by extension, he disliked Hiyori as well.

Therefore, he always maintained a distance from her, neither close nor enthusiastic, only engaging in the most basic communication.

But Hiyori seemed completely oblivious to his aloofness.

Or rather, she sensed it, but deep down she seemed to have a bit of a masochistic streak. The more distant Nok was from her, the more cautious and obedient she became.

She would always call him "Lord Nok, Lord Nok," and huddle close to him, looking at him with those bright, sparkling eyes. She would cook for him, do his laundry, and bring him hot water and food every time he came home.

Nock sometimes felt that this woman had some kind of problem.

But he was just too tired today.

The exhaustion from the battle, the excruciating pain in his left hand, and the weakness from blood loss left him wanting to speak, think, and deal with no one.

So he simply closed his eyes and let Rihe bandage him.

Hiyori's movements were very gentle.

The girl's fingers were slender and delicate. She was careful when wrapping the gauze, afraid of hurting him. Occasionally, when she touched the edge of the wound, she would take a small breath and then continue even more gently.

"Lord Nock..." she whispered, "It must hurt a lot, right?"

Nock did not open his eyes, nor did he answer.

Hiyori bit her lip lightly and continued bandaging.

After a long while, Hiyori tied the last loop of gauze and gently made a knot.

"Okay." She looked up at Nok.

Nock kept his eyes closed.

Hiyori looked at his face and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Lord Nok, do you... dislike me?"

Nock finally opened his eyes.

The candlelight illuminated his face, which remained expressionless.

He looked at the girl in front of him.

Hiyori knelt on the ground, her hands still in the bandaged position, looking up at him with her eyes filled with caution, trepidation, and a hint of unconcealed affection.

Nock was silent for two seconds.

Previously, he had been training under Kyoshiro, so there were some things he couldn't say too clearly. After all, no matter how annoying Hiyori's behavior was, she was still the daughter of her teacher, Kyoshiro, and he needed to maintain the most basic respect for her.

But it's different now.

With the cheat code in hand, his strength skyrocketed. He even killed Fukurokuju. Once he dealt with Orochi and Kaido, he would never stay in Wano Country.

They didn't want to get involved with the troublesome Kozuki clan.

They are all extraordinary people.

Just when you thought Momonosuke's cowardice and incompetence made him invincible, you didn't expect that Kozuki Oden, who appeared later, would be even more valiant than his son.

Just when you thought that Kozuki Oden had been patient enough by dancing naked for five years, the appearance of the Sukiyaki Grandpa immediately surpassed his son's.

Just when you thought that the former Wano Country shogun Sukiyaki's 20-year history of enduring hardship by making puppet dolls was enough, the final appearance of Kozuki Hiyori was no less impressive!

Oden—an idiot.

Momonosuke—a cowardly and lecherous brat. Just thinking about what he did in the original work makes Nok want to punch him.

Sukiyaki - idiot.

As for the sun and...

In the original story, she was incredibly foolish. As the last descendant of the Kozuki clan, she actually went deep into enemy territory to become a prostitute—can you believe it? And she didn't even serve any purpose!

Nock looked at her.

Fortunately, she at least didn't harm others like her father and brother did; she only degraded herself.

But that's enough.

"Yes."

He spoke, his voice calm.

Hiyori's body trembled slightly.

The light in those eyes dimmed, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

"I hate your father," Knok continued.

"I advised him, more than once, even when he first started dancing, and even when he was an outsider who came to help Wano Country fight. But he was foolish, arrogant, and wouldn't listen to anyone. He danced for five years and killed countless people, including my parents."

Hiyori lowered her head, her lips pressed tightly together.

"I hate your brother too." Nock's voice was flat. "Even though I haven't met him yet, I already know what kind of person he is."

Hiyori didn't say anything.

The candlelight flickered, casting two silent shadows on the wall.

"As for you..."

Nock paused for a moment, but ultimately didn't say anything harsh.

"You didn't do anything wrong, but every time I see you, I'm reminded of them."

He closed his eyes.

"Therefore, once the Wano Country matter is resolved, I will not stay."

"You too...don't get too close to me."

After he finished speaking, the basement fell into a deathly silence.

a long time.

A soft sob.

Hiyori lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. She didn't cry out, but bit her lip desperately, tears falling one by one onto the hem of her skirt.

Nock did not open his eyes.

There was no comfort.

No need for comfort.

It's better for everyone to say things clearly sooner rather than later.

The candlelight flickered.

The night was long.

...

General's Mansion.

The lights were bright, yet the chill was biting.

The bodies of Fu Lu Shou were placed in the center of the hall, covered with a white cloth, revealing only their bloodless faces. The outline of the fist-shaped dent in their chest could be seen even through the cloth.

The black charcoal serpent sat in the main seat, its eight heads all huddled together, its sixteen eyes wide open, the pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

His body was trembling.

It shook like a sieve.

"Dead...dead..."

His voice was so high-pitched it was unbelievable, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

"The Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity...are dead?"

No one answered.

A group of Oniwabanshu ninjas knelt in the hall, all with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe. They had just carried their leader's body back, and along the way they had speculated countless times about Orochi's hysteria.

The giant snake suddenly stood up, then slumped back down, stood up again, and circled twice in place, its eight heads shaking wildly like a startled swarm of snakes.

"That ugly brat! That damned ugly brat! How dare he! How dare he!"

His voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a scream.

"How many people did he kill? Huh? How many of my men did he kill?! Fu Lu Shou was my most capable subordinate! He killed Fu Lu Shou!"

In the corner, Kyoshiro stood with his hands at his sides, expressionless.

But his gaze fell on the corpse, and a faint smile flashed deep in his eyes.

That stupid serpent has no one left to use besides himself!

The giant snake was still circling in place, its eight heads screaming incessantly, like a group of frightened snakes arguing. Its minions knelt on the ground, none daring to raise their heads or utter a sound.

Finally, he stopped and abruptly turned to Kyoshiro.

"Kyoshiro!"

Kyoshiro raised his head, a smile instantly appearing on his face.

"I am here, Lord Orochi."

The giant snake stumbled over, grabbed his sleeve, and brought all eight of its heads close to him, their eyes filled with terror.

"Kyoshiro, you'll protect me, right?"

Kyoshiro looked down at him.

This heartless general, who single-handedly destroyed Wano Country and caused the deaths of countless people, is now like a terrified child grasping at the last straw.

His face, already contorted with rage, now wore a deeper smile.

"certainly."

His voice was gentle, with a reassuring warmth.

"Orochi~ My lord, of course I will protect you well~"

The last syllable rose slightly, as if coaxing a frightened child.

The giant snake's eight heads simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay..." He loosened Kyoshiro's sleeve, staggered back two steps, and slumped back into the main seat. "With you here, I'm relieved... I'm relieved..."

Kyoshiro stood there, head bowed, his posture submissive.

No one saw the fleeting smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth.