In the dark gloomy depths of the ocean, an unprepared transmiagrator abruptly crossed-over.
bubbling and panicking noises
Rising quickly to the surface in his unfamiliar new body, he took a gasping breath for air abruptly.
"Oi, Rosinante, hows it lookin?"
A terribly ugly fellow was shouting at him from the side of a sailing ship above.
"I... didn't quite see anything."
"Hah‽ Fool, I'm asking you to get the damn treasure chest! There ain't no way it isn't there!"
"Oh, uh, one moment."
splash
And back under he went.
Swimming while thinking, he pretty much grasped what was happening.
'Sudden transmigration into a fictional work, hooray, so great.'
Grabbing the chest and swimming upward with the heavy as hell thing that he could somehow handle easily, swirling currents were kicked out by his legs. Obviously, his strength was really worthy of anime.
He even scaled the ship's side while carrying it over his shoulder with a single arm.
"Finally, for fucksake kid you sure know how to drag shit out!"
As the fellow member of Donquixote Pirates snatched the chest and popped it open, he laughed uproariously.
"Hahahaha! I knew I tortured the real goods from that fool!"
"Uh, Trebol-sama, then that guy..."
A pathetic looking big goon rubbed his hands nervously.
"Kill em."
Trebol glared at the goon emotionlessly.
"H-hai!"
He scurried away like a giant rat.
I, the new Rosinante, tilted my head.
"Bah, you didn't think I'd keep my word... didya kid? You're a ruthless pirate now, get used to it!"
rubs my neck awkwardly
"Sure thing, Trebol-san."
Ah, saiyaku. I'm obviously Doffy's little brother, why do I need to take lessons from this clown?
Suddenly, something exploded in my head. PLOP
And so the transmigrator passed out.
Trebol was shocked.
"The fuck is it now?!"
★★★★
Well, as you, the ever-intrepid reader may have guessed, he received Rosinante's memory.
All his techniques, experiences, and intel of all kinds.
Well, it took him a week's coma to digest it.
Surprised?
"CAPTAIN, HES AWAKE!"
Rosinante began stirring and opening his eyes long before he steadied the choppy waves of his mind.
"Rosinante, I don't look after invalids on this ship, so this is your last chance to not fuck things up and be a useful little brother, okay?"
Veins were pulsing on big brother's forehead as he looked at me with utmost 'kindness'.
Sigh
Rolling my eyes around and getting a proper hold of myself, I sat up with a bit of a lumbering sway and looked him into his eyes with my hair hanging.
thumbs-up
Looking at my apathetic face of reassurance, Doffy's cheek twitched.
Throwing me kikoku~ which I caught easily, he turned around while laughing his trademark bit.
"fufufufufu, come on little brother, we have bodies to drop.
I can trust you to do that much, hmm?"
He smiled from over his shoulder as he put on his star sunglasses.
"Sigh, why don't you just leave me work like this in the future, aniki? Using a sword is the only thing I find easy."
Indeed, he was a master of kendo before crossing, and after fusing the knowledge and musclememory of Rosinante, he felt like he was progressing by leaps and bounds.
The other stuff took a backseat.... and most importantly... he really hates doing random work.
Kill, eat, shower, sleep, be lazy.
A transmigrator should be entitled to something, shouldn't he?
'...even if not a system or OP goldfinger A B or C, maybe I have some lazy luck to enjoy?'
"Fufufufufufufufufu!"
Doffy started laughing much more enthusiastically.
"If I knew a coma would cure you of being such an awkward and hesitant little bitch all day, I would've fixed you ages ago Rosinante-otouto fufufufufufu..."
He almost had tears coming out of his eyes as he bent his back and covered his face gracefully while 'fufu-ing' uproariously.
Following him to the left rail of the deck, a vaguely familiar island came into view.
'Ah, isn't that...'
"Are you ready for an endless lifespan little brother? No? Hey, fufufu, thats fine~ I'll be ready enough for the both of us, fufufufufufufufufu..."
'It looks like the Ope-Ope fruit is on the menu?'
His cheek twitched.
[Immortal] enough for the both of us, is what I'm sure he meant.
Whose bodies will I end up dropping, in the end?
Decisions, decisions...
'My lazy luck seems to have come to a premature end...'