#one piece chapter

A Sabo x Reader Series

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The dull thud of a gunshot ripped through the storm, cutting through the wind and rain and drawing the attention of the sailors working at the island’s harbor. Sheets of water poured from the night sky, drenching the hood of the young girl’s cloak and seeping through to her skin as she ran, desperate for her life. The island was small and jagged, mostly forested, its twisted trees groaning under the weight of the storm. Mud sucked at her boots, rain pounded her face, and the wind stole the air from her lungs.

Behind her, voices shredded the night.

“Spread out!” “Her crashed boat is on the shoreline; she can’t get far!”

They found me.

Panic clawed its way up her throat, biting at her chest. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the slope ahead, the broken treeline, the shadows that seemed ready to swallow her whole. She stumbled over her own feet, nearly losing her balance, but somehow managed to keep moving. Cold air stabbed her lungs. Tears mixed with rain, stinging her eyes. Her beige cloak, dark and heavy, clung to her legs as she pushed forward.

Don’t stop, Sophie. Don’t think. Just run.

She had been forced off her boat when she encountered a military ship from the world government on her way to another safe island. She pressed a trembling hand to her side. Warmth spread beneath her fingers.

Blood. Too much of it.

The bullet had torn through her shoulder hours ago, but she could not stop. She never could. Because stopping meant dying.

The island had never been part of the plan. There had never been a plan beyond survival. She had leapt from her ship as it slowed near the cliffs, crashing into black, freezing water below. The current had dragged her like a ragdoll, tossing her against jagged rocks before she had clawed herself onto the shore, coughing, gasping, shivering. And the soldiers had followed. They always did. No matter where she went, they always came for her.

No matter how far I run… they will always find me.

She had learned not to linger. Never sleep in the same place twice. Never trust a face. Because the moment she felt safe, the hunters would find her again.

Branches whipped against her face as she ducked into the crooked, storm-bent forest. The trees were thin and broken, stripped by endless winds and lashing rain. There was no cover here, no shelter. Only shadows and the ceaseless roar of water and wind.

Hide, she told herself. Disappear. Like always.

Her hood slipped, and panic surged through her chest. She shoved it back into place with shaking fingers just as lightning tore through the sky again.

Ahead, the land dropped sharply. Below it glimmered the lights of a small village: a harbor, moored ships, movement. People. For a heartbeat, hope flared inside her but it died just as quickly.

People mean attention. People mean soldiers.

She halted sharply, pain ripping through her shoulder as another gunshot split the air. Agony detonated through her arm, stealing her breath and sending her stumbling forward, her knees slamming into wet earth. White light from another bolt of lightning washed over her vision, spinning the world.

Get up. Get up.

Choking back sobs, she forced herself to her feet. Her boots dragged in the mud; blood soaked through her sleeve and dripped to the ground. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might shatter her ribs.

Through the storm, she ran straight through a group of hooded figures near the shoreline. Dark shapes moved quickly and quietly, loading cargo onto a waiting ship. She barely registered the muffled shout from one of them. She only ran.

One of the figures, a blond boy beneath a hood, turned sharply at the sound of her splashing footsteps. For a fraction of a second, his eyes caught the streak of dark red on her cloak.

Blood, he realized, whispering under his breath.

Before he could move, soldiers tore from the trees behind her, guns raised.

“There!” “She’s wounded!”

She vanished into the storm once again.

The figures near the ship stiffened instantly. Hands moved to hidden weapons, bodies pressed low behind crates.

“This wasn’t part of the plan,” someone muttered. “We have to stay invisible,” another hissed.

A tall man with dark blue hair under his hood shifted beside the blond boy, eyes sharp beneath the rain.

“She’s being hunted by government forces,” the boy murmured. “They’ll kill her.”

The boy didn’t take his eyes off the shoreline. “And if we reveal ourselves, they’ll kill us, Sabo.”

The blue-haired man growled in frustration.

“We should set sail now,” whispered another revolutionary. “Or we’ll be exposed.”

Rain hammered the wooden deck as the boy remained frozen, staring into the darkness where the girl had disappeared.

She’s going to die out there.

Having made up his mind, the Boy used a moment of distraction to sneak off the ship. No one noticed when he slipped silently into the shadows, in seach of the young girl.

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Sophie collapsed beneath a broken tree far from the village. She didn’t feel the ground beneath her, only the cold of the rain, the relentless heaviness seeping into her limbs, threatening to drag her under. She tried to rise, but her arms refused to obey. Her vision dimmed at the edges, and the storm blurred into streaks of grey and silver. The roar of rain faded into a distant, muffled sound, like the ocean pulling her under again.

Not here… Not like this…

The storm raged on, relentless.

Then, for a fleeting instant, the clouds shifted, and the moon slipped free. Silver light washed over her broken body. Her hood fell back, and her pale skin shimmered faintly, as though the moon itself recognized her. But the moment her breathing slowed, the world began to vanish around her.

The blonde boy ran through the storm with no plan but forward. Rain blinded him. The mud slowed his steps. For him, every crack of thunder sounded like a gunshotto his skull. He knew it was reckless, leaving the crew, exposing himself, chasing a stranger into enemy territory, but the image of her blood, vivid and dark against her cloak, would not leave his mind.

She’s hurt. She’s alone. They’re hunting her.

Branches whipped against his arms as he forced his way through the forest.

“Don’t be dead,” he muttered under his breath. “Please… don’t be dead.”

And then he saw her.

A crumpled shape beneath a broken tree. Too still.

His heart slammed against his ribs as he dropped to his knees beside her. Rain streamed down his face as he pressed two fingers to her throat. A pulse. weak, but there.

“She’s alive,” he whispered, breath trembling.

Relief hit him so violently he nearly lost his balance. She was freezing, her cloak heavy with water and blood, her skin unnaturally cold beneath his shaking hands.

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing wet hair from her cheek. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. You just… you just stay with me, okay?”

Her lashes fluttered, but her eyes did not open.

He reached for her hood. Hesitation curled in his stomach. Why were they hunting a girl? Who was she?

Then he pulled the fabric back.

Moonlight struck her face. Blond hair clung to her cheeks, rain tracing the curve of her pale, fragile features. And there, glowing faintly on her forehead, was a half-moon.

His breath hitched.

Moonborn.

A word almost lost to myth. A race erased from memory. And yet she was here, bleeding, real, alive.

Voices echoed faintly through the trees.

“Search the higher ground!” “She couldn’t have gone far!”

Panic surged through him. He didn’t hesitate. He lifted her into his arms. She was light, far too light. He ran. The storm swallowed them whole.

His comrades were already searching for him when he reached the harbor.

“Where the hell did you run off to, Sabo?” “You just vanished!” “You were seen on shore,” one of them snapped as he climbed aboard. “What were you thinking sneaking off like that!?”

Then they saw her.

Blood soaked through Sabo’s sleeve, glowing faintly in the lantern light. Rain slid from her hoodless hair across the deck. Her mark shone clearly on her forehead, the half-moon, glowing, alive.

Silence fell over the crew. Eyes widened. Breaths caught.

Sabo swallowed hard. “They were hunting her,” he said quietly. “Government forces. I don’t know who she is, but—”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

One of the revolutionaries whispered, broken, disbelieving, “A Moonborn…”

Another took a shaky step back. “That mark… that can’t be real.”

Sabo looked down at the girl in his arms, at her pale skin, her trembling breath, the glow on her forehead.

“She needs help...” he whispered.

Shock rippled across the deck.

A power believed to be exstinct just appeared right before their eyes in the form of a young girl.

I thought a little about the stuff of the ancients giants/oni/geants when I read the chapter with the revelation that King Harald had horns related to the ancient giants

I think oni is a cross between ancient giants (like OZ) and humans. That would explain why Kaido has their horns but is is two or three times smaller than a giant.

2. So Yamato is half oni (ancients giants+humans) of Kaido and his mother is human on the other hand. I think that would explain why he have cornes and he still much smaller than Kaido. In any case I think that the horns are the link of descent with the ancient giants

3. And for King Harald and Loki it is a mix between the ancients giants (like OZ) and normal giants so it explains why they have horns, they are really bigger than Kaido but still much smaller than the ancients giants like Oz.

Quick summary for the chap! Confirmed by redon btw