『Luffy x Reader ☠ One-Shots and More Book』

Kitty cry

HELLO MY BABIES!! VITOR HERE MISSMAFI'S DAD, HOW ARE U?? Well guys, listen as I study in military school and wanted to liven up this book dead a little, which was more like traffic in São Paulo, I decided to bring this fanfic. And also, it was inspired by a rallying cry from my school, so I hope you like it.
There will be some military slang, but they are quite simple to understand.

Y/n masc heheh. And a female Luffy, also called "Luccy".

MissMafi here, thank you so much zairyooo for making another chapter for me! Thank you so much. This chapter was edited and the ending was written by me (you can tell by the difference in writing.)

Some things were not brought into English because they are created words, there is no translation. But don't worry, I'll explain the meaning of each one of them. And some translations may be wrong, so if you notice any errors, please let me know! All these words will me marked like 'this'.

It was the most difficult chapter to translate, but I think I managed to translate and adapt so that it is understandable.

Here's the list:

Taking step: slang meaning, after so long doing the same thing they're "marking their footprint/step" on the floor
Forehead: front of the battalion
Pelado: naked, hairless
Peludo: furry, covered with fur
March: command to start/continue
Stop march: a march in which it is made stopped

Warnings: some body descriptions, body hair, very slight implied zosan, a bit of swearing, nicknames (Y/n is often called "kitty"), a little occ.
It takes place in a modern AU in the real world, more specifically in Brazil at a Military School.

Reader gender: Male
Relationship type: unestablished relationship, unconfessed mutual feelings
Words: 1480(one-shot), 1857(words in total with the author's note)
Enjoy <3

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(Y/n) was feeling his sweat running down his skinny belly, and his feet, especially the left one, hurting just from 'taking step' in the sun on a Monday. He had been one of those selected for the September 7 parade, a parade in which several schools, classes and even city councilors gather to be able to march at the day Brazil became independent. And as he didn't have anything else interesting to do, he ended up going.

He just didn't expect this to be fire!

He was in the 'forehead', at the front of the battalion, so he would have to make the march perfectly, but the problem was that he always ended up getting lost during the march. Maybe because of the hot-as-fuck sun, the heat of hell hitting his forehead, or the compilation of battle cries from the other classes were making him unfocused and even crazy, not to mention the work he had to do later, that would be a damn kick on the ass.

The promoted student went forward and stopped. — Attention, 8th grade! — he shouted loudly, for the people behind him to hear. — Halt! — The command to stop the pacemaker, better known as 'stop march'. The platoon students stomped their feet, left, right, and finally left again, thus stopping to stand at attention, clapping their hands hard on their thighs and bringing their left foot together with the right still. The promoted student sighed, seeing that he still had a lot to teach.

— The parade will be in a few weeks, 8th grade, you have to improve! If not we will be a failure! — The promoted student, Sanji, could be quite rude, demanding and outrageous at times. — Again, march...! — He took a light breath, so the students immediately understood the command they should make. — Step! — The right foot of all the students hit the ground, and they continued the form again. Another session from hell started for (Y/n), and it was still just the second training.