The sea was calm in a way that felt earned.
Not the suspicious calm before a storm—just the honest kind. The Going Merry cut through the water smoothly, her new hull creaking softly like she was still getting used to being alive. The sun sat high, warm but not cruel, and for once nobody was bleeding, running, or screaming.
Osamu leaned against the rail and exhaled.
"…Yeah," he muttered. "This is the part people forget to write about."
Luffy sat cross-legged on the deck, staring at nothing in particular.
Zoro was asleep.
Nami was reorganizing supplies that were already organized.
Usopp hovered nearby, pacing, occasionally glancing at the sea like it might jump him.
Normal.
Too normal.
Osamu reached into his coat and pulled out a small, brightly colored box.
"What's that?" Luffy asked immediately.
Osamu shook it. Cards rattled. "Entertainment."
Nami's head snapped up. "Cards?"
Usopp's eyes sparkled. "Gambling?"
Zoro opened one eye. "…I'm not playing."
Osamu sat down and opened the box, fanning the cards out on the deck. "UNO."
Silence.
"…Uno what?" Luffy asked.
"Uno rules," Usopp declared confidently, immediately wrong.
Osamu explained the rules slowly. Painfully. Repeatedly.
Five minutes later—
"So if I put this," Luffy said, slamming a random card down, "I win?"
"No," Nami said flatly.
"Yes," Usopp said immediately.
"No," Osamu and Nami said together.
Zoro snorted and closed his eye again.
The game descended into chaos.
Luffy kept forgetting to say "UNO" and yelling it randomly instead.Usopp tried to invent house rules and got caught every time.Nami adapted within three rounds and proceeded to dominate.Zoro lost once, stared at his cards, then stood up.
"I'm done," he said.
"You lost," Nami added sweetly.
"I don't gamble," Zoro replied, walking away.
Osamu leaned back, watching the madness with a faint smile.
This—this—was the crew.
Not fights. Not systems. Not destiny.
Just idiots on a boat.
Later, after Nami cleaned out everyone's pride and Luffy sulked dramatically, Luffy stood up with sudden inspiration.
"HEY! We need a pirate flag!"
Usopp perked up. "I can draw!"
"No," Nami said instantly.
Osamu paused.
This was canon.
He could fix it. Improve it. Make it sharper, cleaner, intimidating.
He didn't.
Luffy grabbed a brush and paint and went to work.
The skull came out crooked.The eyes were uneven.The smile was… aggressive in the wrong way.
"It's perfect!" Luffy declared.
"It's horrifying," Nami said.
"It's legendary," Usopp said, crying a little.
Osamu watched the flag flap in the wind and felt something settle in his chest.
If I redraw it, he thought, it stops being theirs.
So he didn't.
By afternoon, the sun softened and Osamu disappeared below deck.
He emerged later with a tray.
"…What is that?" Usopp asked cautiously.
"Tiramisu," Osamu replied.
Luffy's eyes lit up. "IS IT FOOD?"
"Yes."
"CAN I EAT IT?"
"No."
He placed it carefully into the fridge, closed the door, and locked it.
Everyone stared.
"You locked the food," Nami said slowly.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because," Osamu replied calmly, "some of you have no self-control."
Luffy immediately tried to break the lock.
It didn't budge.
"…This fridge is evil," Luffy whispered.
"Dessert is for later," Osamu said. "Patience."
Zoro leaned against the mast. "You're strange."
Osamu shrugged. "Modern problems."
As the sun dipped lower, the mood shifted.
Not tense. Focused.
Osamu stepped onto the open deck and stretched, rolling his shoulders.
"Training," he said.
Luffy grinned instantly. "FIGHT?"
"Not like that," Osamu replied. "Footwork. Awareness."
Zoro sat up, interested.
Osamu closed his eyes.
He didn't force it.
He listened.
The sea.The wind.The rhythm of footsteps.The space between movement.
Something clicked.
[SKILL AWAKENED: Observation (Basic)]
Osamu exhaled.
"…So that's what it feels like."
He opened his eyes and immediately stepped aside as Luffy's fist whistled past where his head had been.
Luffy blinked. "HEY!"
Osamu smiled. "Too slow."
Zoro smirked. "Do it again."
Osamu didn't answer.
He raised his hand—
—and shadow clones burst into existence around him. Ten. Then fifteen. Then more, spreading across the deck, each mirroring his stance.
Usopp yelped. "WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF YOU?!"
"Training," Osamu replied.
The clones moved.
They attacked him. Each other. Dodged. Countered. Fell. Reformed.
Osamu pushed himself hard—harder than he had before.
Observation sharpened. Timing tightened. His body moved without hesitation, Sukuna's techniques not exploding outward, but being understood.
Control.
When the clones dispersed, Osamu dropped to one knee, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his chin.
Zoro stared. "You train like you're afraid of something."
Osamu laughed weakly. "Smart people usually are."
Luffy sat beside him. "You're strong."
Osamu nodded. "Not enough."
The sun set.
The tiramisu was unlocked.
Shared.
Quiet.
They sat on deck, full, tired, comfortable.
For a moment, nobody talked.
And it felt like belonging.
If you want next, we can:
Transition toward Baratie
Focus on Zoro + Mihawk foreshadowing
Or do a short Sukuna internal pressure chapter
Just tell me where we sail next.
Add humours meme things too like those used in fanfics
Got it 👍You don't want a rewrite-from-zero, you want the same chapter vibe, but with fanfic meme humor layered in — the kind readers screenshot, comment "LMAO", and quote later.
Below is a reworked version of Chapter 12, same events, deeper bond, but now with meme-style humor, exaggerated reactions, and playful narration without breaking canon tone.
Chapter 12: A Perfectly Normal Pirate Day (Absolutely Not)
The sea was calm.
Which, in Osamu's experience, meant two things:
Nothing was actively trying to kill them
Something would later
For now though? Peace.
The Going Merry rocked gently, her new wood still smelling faintly of fresh paint and hope. The sun hung overhead like it had nowhere better to be, and the crew had reached that rare state where nobody was screaming, bleeding, or launching themselves at enemies.
Osamu leaned against the railing, arms folded.
"…Huh," he muttered. "We survived long enough to unlock the slice-of-life episode."
Luffy was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the deck, staring very intensely at a seagull.
Zoro was asleep. Obviously.
Nami was reorganizing supplies that had already been reorganized three times, because money anxiety never slept.
Usopp paced in small circles, muttering to himself.
Osamu sighed fondly.
Yep. This is my crew now.
UNO: The True Pirate Battle
Osamu reached into his coat and pulled out a small rectangular box.
Bright colors. Suspicious vibes.
Luffy's head snapped around instantly.
"WHAT'S THAT?"
"Entertainment," Osamu said.
Nami's eyes narrowed. "Cards?"
Usopp gasped. "GAMBLING?"
Zoro cracked one eye open. "If this involves shouting, I'm killing someone."
Osamu sat down and opened the box, fanning out the cards like a professional dealer.
"UNO."
Silence.
"…Uno what?" Luffy asked.
"I KNOW THIS GAME," Usopp shouted confidently. "You win by having the most cards."
"No," Osamu said.
"Yes," Usopp said louder.
"No," Nami said, louder and angrier.
Osamu explained the rules.
Then explained them again.
Then again.
Five minutes later—
Luffy slammed a card down. "UNO!"
"That's not UNO," Nami snapped.
"I HAVE ONE CARD," Luffy argued.
"You have seven."
"…UNO!"
Usopp tried to introduce a "Pirate Rule" where he got to draw zero cards because "snipers need balance."
Nami ended his life economically within three rounds.
Zoro joined, lost immediately, stared at his hand for a full ten seconds, then stood up.
"I don't gamble," he said.
"You lost," Nami replied sweetly.
"I don't gamble anymore."
Osamu watched the chaos with a lazy grin.
This wasn't destiny.
This was idiots on a boat.
And he loved it.
The Pirate Flag Incident
Luffy suddenly stood up.
"HEY! We need a pirate flag!"
Usopp lit up. "I can draw!"
"No," Nami said instantly.
Osamu froze.
This was that moment.
The flag.
He could fix it. Improve it. Make it terrifying.
He didn't move.
Luffy grabbed a brush and started painting.
The skull was crooked.The eyes were uneven.The smile looked like it had personally offended God.
"It's perfect!" Luffy declared.
"It looks like it's going to bite me," Usopp whispered.
Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. "We're going to be arrested for this."
Osamu stared at it.
If I redraw it, he thought, it stops being theirs.
So he kept his mouth shut.
That alone felt like character growth.
The Locked Dessert Arc
Osamu disappeared below deck.
When he returned, he carried a tray with something soft, layered, and suspiciously delicious.
"…What is that?" Usopp asked, backing away.
"Tiramisu," Osamu replied.
Luffy's pupils expanded like he'd seen god.
"IS IT FOOD?"
"Yes."
"CAN I EAT IT?"
"No."
Osamu placed it gently into the fridge.
Then locked the fridge.
Dead silence.
"You locked the food," Nami said slowly.
"Yes."
"…Why."
"Because," Osamu said calmly, "some of you are feral."
Luffy immediately tried to break the lock.
It didn't budge.
"…This fridge is my enemy," Luffy whispered.
Zoro snorted. "First time?"
Osamu patted the fridge affectionately. "Self-control builds character."
Training, Or: Why Osamu Is Not Normal
As the sun dipped lower, Osamu stretched.
"Training," he announced.
Luffy grinned. "FIGHT?"
"Not a death match," Osamu replied. "Awareness."
Zoro sat up. "That sounds annoying."
Osamu closed his eyes.
He listened.
The sea.The wind.The footsteps.
Something clicked.
Observation Skill — Unlocked
Osamu stepped aside just as Luffy's fist flew past his face.
Luffy froze. "HEY!"
Osamu smiled. "Too slow."
Zoro smirked. "Again."
Osamu raised his hand—
—and suddenly there were way too many Osamus.
Usopp screamed.
"WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF YOU?!"
"Training," Osamu said calmly.
The clones attacked.
Each other. Him. Everything.
The deck turned into chaos.
Osamu moved constantly, Observation sharpening, Sukuna techniques controlled, not unleashed.
When the clones vanished, Osamu dropped to one knee, breathing hard.
Zoro stared. "You train like you're scared."
Osamu laughed weakly. "Yeah. Survival habit."
Night, Dessert, and Quiet
Later, the tiramisu was unlocked.
Shared.
Luffy cried.
Usopp declared it legendary.
Nami approved.
They sat together under the stars.
No fighting.
No plans.
Just a crew.
Osamu leaned back, watching the constellations.
"…This," he muttered, "is dangerously close to happiness."
The sea said nothing.
Which was fine