"Uncle Obito, I'm setting sail. Thank you for these past years." Xiaoliang looked at Namikaze Obito, eyes full of reluctance.
"Decided, huh, Xiaoliang? Three years together… I never said it out loud, but I could tell you carried a heavy heart. Something out there on the big sea needs settling, right?"
"Yes, Uncle. My parents' vengeance… and, well, yeah. I have to go. I'll come back to visit when I can." Seeing the old man's sorrow, Xiaoliang promised a return he couldn't guarantee—this would be their final hope.
"Fine. I won't hold you back. Tonight we'll drink good booze and eat good food—farewell toast."
"Deal, Uncle."
"Xiaoliang, I never asked your full name. Tell me. When you're out there making waves, I can brag loud and proud that this kid's my adopted son." Namikaze Obito gazed at him, eyes brimming with tender tears.
"Uncle…" Xiaoliang threw his arms around the man, choking on grief. "My real name is Gol D. Yujie. But keep calling me Xiaoliang. I'll always be your Xiaoliang."
"So that's it. Good. Xiaoliang it stays. Tonight we drink till we drop."
"Deal."
Night slipped away.
Xiaoliang shouldered his pack, glanced at the sleeping uncle, and tiptoed out, gently closing the door. Unbeknownst to him, Namikaze Obito's tightly shut eyes drooled in bliss (¯﹃¯).
Port. Staring at the tiny boat "borrowed" from the slaughterhouse: "Ready to conquer the One Piece world, lil' Sys?"
DING. Host, quit yapping and shove off.
Face full of black lines ￣□￣｜｜
"Lil' Sys, pull the panel."
Name: Yan Xiaoliang (Gol D. Yujie) Age: 19 Stamina: 8 (normal adult: 5) Strength: 12 Speed: 3 Defense: 3 Spirit: 8 Armament Haki: None Observation Haki: None Conqueror's Haki: None Swordsmanship: Slaughterhouse Tyrant – Low-tier Swordsman Devil Fruit: None Absorbed Items: Chicken Essence 100%, Duck Buoyancy 100%, Bovine Might 100%, Porcine Stomach 100%
Scanning the stats, Xiaoliang groaned, "No wonder progress crawled—tiny village, limited menu."
Eyes back on the horizon: "Wait for me, World Government, Marines. Grandpa's coming. Ace, hang tight—big bro's bringing the butcher knife. Running off without skills, the nerve."
"Let this world tremble. Carrying every hot guy and girl from Earth's dreams, I'll face the cruelty of the seas and conquer every soul in it!" A glint flashed in his eyes; fist clenched, he roared.
The little boat drifted into the blue. Sunny skies, scattered clouds, doves and news-coos soaring overhead. Aboard lay a figure limp as a dead dog.
"F*ck! Two straight days of storms and monster waves—this junk boat rocked till I puked bile. Heavens, Earth—show me an island! No food, no water—am I doomed?"
DING. Friendly reminder, Host: you scarfed half a month's rations in two days. You offed yourself—don't blame the sky.
"Shut it, System. Got any food?"
DING. Nope. Upgrade me later, unlock the shop—maybe then.