Zoro stood at the center of the chaos in Whiskey Peak—blades gleaming beneath the moonlight, shadows writhing around him. Dozens of Baroque Works agents rushed in, confident in their numbers.
They had no idea what they were up against.
Clang! Clink! Shing!
Steel rang out. Zoro moved like water—fluid yet precise. With every spin, twirl, and strike, another agent fell unconscious or groaned in pain. His new blades, Yubashiri and Sandai Kitetsu, shone with power, each swing cutting through the air with deadly grace.
He didn't speak. He didn't boast.
He simply fought.
When the last agent dropped with a thud, Zoro stood tall, sword resting on his shoulder. "Too easy."
On the far end of town, a group of minor Baroque Works lackeys crept toward the Straw Hats' ship, hoping to sabotage it. Just before they could reach the Merry…
Ping. Ping. Ping.
One stepped on something strange.
Mirror shards.
Vihaan, standing calmly on a rooftop, smirked and whispered, "Scatter Reflection."
The mirror shards embedded in the ground flared—bursting with light and knocking out the entire group in one synchronized explosion of dazzling glassy force.
He adjusted his collar as the last goon dropped. "One-shot wonders. Too predictable."
Meanwhile, inside one of the empty inns, Nami had cornered Ms. Wednesday—a.k.a. Vivi—slamming a hand on the wall beside her.
"Talk. Now. Who are you really?"
Vivi bit her lip, hesitant, but under Nami's glare and the faint sound of Vihaan cracking his knuckles behind her, she caved.
"I'm… Princess Nefertari Vivi of Alabasta. I infiltrated Baroque Works to discover the identity of their leader. He's... he's one of the Seven Warlords—Sir Crocodile."
Nami's eyes widened. Vihaan crossed his arms.
"So your kingdom's at risk," he said. "And you planned to stop him alone?"
"I had to. My people—" Vivi started, but Vihaan stepped forward and gently put a hand on her shoulder.
"Then let us help. You'll join the crew. We protect your kingdom, and in return…" he smiled, "you'll owe us dinner in your royal palace."
Vivi blinked, stunned. "You'd really help me?"
Nami nodded. "We've fought worse than sand crocodiles."
Vivi exhaled, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "Then I'm with you."
The next morning, with the chaos cleared, Luffy woke up to discover the town had tried to kill him—and saw Zoro standing nearby, calm and collected.
"You beat all of them?!" Luffy asked.
"They attacked us first."
"You should've waited for me!"
"You were too busy stuffing your face."
That was enough.
Luffy charged. Zoro didn't move.
Fist met blade, blade met rubber. Sparks flew, earth cracked, the air thundered with the raw might of captain and swordsman clashing.
Nami, Vihaan, and Vivi sat on a broken barrel, sipping juice as they watched.
"They always do this?" Vivi asked.
"Only when their bromance needs a workout," Vihaan replied.
"I give Zoro five minutes," Nami said. "He's still sore about the shopping incident."
"Winner gets dinner cooked by Sanji," Vihaan added, and all three laughed as the fight raged on.
As the Going Merry sliced through the mellow waves after the chaos of Whiskey Peak, calm returned to the ship — until a shadow dropped from the crow's nest with the elegance of a whisper.
She landed quietly, long raven hair flowing, a faint smirk on her lips.
"Apologies for the intrusion," she said softly. "I'm here to deliver a message."
Everyone snapped to attention. Zoro reached for his swords. Nami stepped back toward Vivi, protective. Luffy tilted his head. "Who're you?"
The woman bowed slightly.
"You may call me Miss All Sunday."
"Baroque Works," Vivi gasped. "She's Crocodile's right hand!"
Vihaan narrowed his eyes—but before he could speak, Robin raised her hand.
"Fleur."
"Tres Fleur."
POP! Arms bloomed across the ship—grabbing ankles, wrists, and necks. Everyone was immobilized. Zoro's sword clattered. Nami shrieked. Usopp whimpered. Even Luffy, mid-bounce, was frozen in place.
All… except one.
Robin blinked in surprise.
In a shimmer of refracted light, Vihaan vanished, reappearing on the railing right beside her. With a fluid motion, he leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against the curve of her neck.
His voice was a whisper against her skin.
"Your powers won't work on me, beautiful. Your charm, however… extremely effective."
He paused, then his tone shifted, darker, colder.
"But if you don't remove your hands from my crew…""…you'll face punishment greater than death."
Robin's lips curled slightly—not in fear, but intrigue.
With a gesture, the arms released. Everyone dropped, gasping and stumbling.
She reached into her coat and extended a silver compass.
"A Log Pose," she said calmly. "If you truly want to reach Alabasta, this is the only way."
Vihaan's fingers hovered near his mirrored blades, eyes locked onto her.
She tucked the Log Pose into Nami's palm, then whispered:"You'll need it. And you'll need me."
In a swirl of petals and arms—she vanished.
Silence.
"...Who was that?" Luffy asked.
"Trouble," Vihaan muttered, his gaze still fixed on where Robin once stood. "Beautiful, dangerous trouble."
A few minutes later when everything settled , Vihaan sat next to nami and spoke the dumbest thing he ever could "She was way more beautiful and sexier than you , right Nami?".....It earned him a punch , a kick and a thunderbolt and an angry nami