Wind Demon (One Piece x Male Reader)

The Battle Games

(Author here, just checking in to tell you that this chapter is the hundredth one of this book! Thanks for supporting it. It’s crazy for me to think that I made this about two and a half years ago, and if you have any questions or quirks/ideas about Y/N or anything else that you’d like to be inserted in the story and won’t affect the main plot don’t shy away!!)

The rain fell in heavy sheets, drenching the rooftop of the speeding sea train as it roared through the stormy night. The sound of the downpour mingled with the clatter of the train’s wheels.

Sogeking, his voice carrying even through the tumultuous weather, stood tall and proud on the roof, his signature mask gleaming wet under the dim light of the storm. He flung his cape dramatically, his pose almost heroic—if not entirely ridiculous.

“I was booorn on sniper islaaaand!” he sang, his voice a bizarre mix of confidence and theatrical vibrato. “And I hit my target 100 percent of the time! Laa Dee daa, la Dee dye... I can strike a rat’s eye! And I can target your heart, as well! I’m the maaan from sniper islaaand! La daa day, go on run awayyyy!”

Franky, dripping from the relentless rain, stared at him as though questioning every choice that had led him to this moment. “What the heck is he doing?” he finally asked, his deep voice barely masking his incredulity.

Sanji, flicking a sodden cigarette and trying futilely to light it under the rain, sighed heavily. “Well, we should just try to be considerate of his feelings,” he muttered, though his tone made it clear he was struggling to do so.

“I'm snipeeeer, snipeeeer, snipeeeer king!” Sogeking bellowed even louder, his arms spread wide as though he were performing to an audience of thousands instead of the bewildered few.

“…”

Y/N stood a few paces away, the rain plastering his hair to his face, obscuring his expression. His shoulders trembled, though whether from the cold or something else entirely wasn’t immediately clear.

Then, as if possessed by some unspoken revelation, he slowly looked up, his eyes glittering. “Sniper Island… No way…!” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm.

Sanji’s head snapped toward him, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “HOW DID YOU FALL FOR THAT?!” he yelled, his patience utterly spent.

“GH—” Y/N’s face flushed a deep crimson, and he jabbed a finger back at Sanji, his tone defensive. “He has a cape! Only heroes wear those! I’ve read stories!”

Sanji pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience visibly thinning. “What are you, an idiot?”

“SHUT UP!” Y/N growled, glaring at him through the rain. “YOU’RE THE LAST PERSON I WANNA HEAR THAT FROM!”

“Cut it out, you two!” Franky barked, waving a massive hand to silence the commotion. “Get over here already!”

“Oh... sure,” Sogeking replied nonchalantly, strolling over as though he weren’t drenched and in the middle of a raging storm.

Y/N shook his head, muttering to himself. “Whatever… Doesn’t matter anyways.” He stepped forward, his voice rising with determination. “Starting now, we’re commencing Operation: Recapture Robin!”

Sogeking dropped into a crouch beside them, his tone suddenly serious—or as close to serious as he could manage. “Don’t you guys have any questions for me, since we’ve never met?”

Sanji took a long drag of his unlit cigarette, his expression dark. “First off, you guys were in car six. There are five cars left… And Robin must be in one of those.”