Preludio

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Hi everyone! This new fanfiction I made for my Luuta AU will be the main piace for it.
It will be mainly a what-if Uta joined the Straw-Hats after Wano, rewriting the events of the movie Red and adding new insight on her journey through life.

There will be some minor changes in her and Luffy's backstories, just like Shanks' feelings about taking care of Uta, so to look deeper inside his role as a father.Also, Uta's devil fruit powers will be modified a bit, which you'll see further on.

Each chapter will have some sketches drawn by me to help you visualize better the situations!
Also, tags will be updated as the fic goes on, but expect a lot of angst.

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Usual routine in those seas; the sun was high with its thick rays, the sea moved slightly, agitated by the continuous cannonballs that penetrated the waves and sank in the abyss, while a whisker of gray smoke traced the sky like a brush.

A typical day, between those of peaceful navigation and discovery, and others of scuffles, clashes and adventures that sent chills to the bone.

To differentiate the two, could be the weather and the indomitable force of nature, or the will of a living creature whose size and abilities could never, in any case, compare to the vastness of the ocean...

Sometimes, a simple gust of wind was enough, playful and unpredictable in changing its directions.
Cold or warm, swirling and violent or lulling. You can chase it, or you can wait for it to loom over you.

That wind whose origins you cannot know and whose destination cannot be revealed, but with which you can dance on that almost infinite stage called world.


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"Please don't hurt us!!" The voices of the villagers pleaded. Some were young and clear, others clearly aged, but what united them was the indistinct desperation.

The sky had turned gray, despite the fact that until a few hours before it had been a pleasant and clear sunny day. Maybe it was the clouds crying over the disaster that had hit the island, or maybe it was simply nature that had come to help put out the flames of that fire that now dominated the vast majority of homes.

Screams and shots could be heard left and right, accompanied by the smell of blood and burnt wood and grass. Sometimes, they were covered by dark laughter, while the ground was sprinkled with blood and one corpse after another fell.

"If you had listened to us and given what we wanted right away maybe now we would not be in this situation" Criticized a tall man, playfully twirling his hook in place of his left hand. With his spiky hair he looked like half a dragon, but his look was just the finishing touch to what was the true monstrous side of him.

Under his gaze were a young couple, probably early twenties, if not less. The guy and his wife were just huddled against a wall, unable to escape from the dead-end of the alley.

 The guy and his wife were just huddled against a wall, unable to escape from the dead-end of the alley

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