The Grim Reapers Crew (A One Piece Oc Story)

Log Book Entry

Living in the capital near the castle with Vera has been... an experience. She's a good roommate, though a bit too boring for my taste. It's not her fault—she tries to lift my mood with card games or chess when I get home. The games are easy; her face always gives away what move she'll make next. Honestly, I don't care about the games, but I do enjoy watching her reactions. One time, I suggested she summon a demon—specifically a succubus—to keep me entertained, but she just hit me with her book. Heh, can't say I wasn't expecting that.

I want to fuck so bad

That didn't stop me from trying alone, of course. Long story short, my last hope in the supernatural was shattered. I mean, here I am—a nun who doesn't believe in anything beyond human control. Ironic, isn't it?

On the bright side, the alliance with Mýval has been fruitful. That guy has information on everyone. The only thing I don't get about him is his obsession with 'helping' people. He wastes his money trying to be some kind of savior, giving stuff away to desperate people. Mýval really needs to understand—they're just tools to us, not the other way around.

Speaking of Mýval, he's got his guys infiltrating the king's soldiers, which is perfect for our plans. Every now and then, he comes to visit me in the church, where I'm now perceived as a high priestess. He slips into the confessional and updates me on how the plan is progressing—confessional style. Honestly, sometimes it feels like he's genuinely confessing his sins to me. I always soothe him, tell him to stay motivated. The plan is working as I designed it. Whenever I need to install some of my work somewhere, I have the gang cause chaos on the opposite side of the city. The soldiers get distracted, and I get to work. Simple. The only issue is some installations take more time than expected.

Oh, and I forgot to mention Mammy. When she visits, she always hugs me, telling me how proud she is that I've 'changed paths' and didn't follow in the steps of Kidd's pirate crew. Little does she know, I might be on a far worse path now. The only thing that would actually make me feel anything close to sadness is seeing the disappointment in her eyes. But I'll deal with that when it comes.

I still read about Kidd and Killer in the papers. They aren't headlining yet, but they pop up often. I'm happy for them. They're probably having the time of their lives while I'm stuck here, bored out of my mind. But not for long.

Now, for the real reason I'm writing—*

Note to self, don't forget:

I was with the king the other day in his precious garden. While we were talking, I brought up the sheath of that cursed katana. I asked him about its story, just to see if I could dig something out of him. The way he looked at me—sharp, almost as if he knew something wasn't right—he said, 'You felt it too, didn't you? The energy coming from it. Even the sheath is powerful. That is, My precious angel, a katana forged under the blood moon. It's called Hōzuki—Demon's Moon.'

He went on about how it was a rare collectible, its edge razor-thin, sharp enough to slice through armor and bone with ease. There's a legend about it—says the blade thirsts for vengeance and that only someone with the same burning desire can master it. He bought it because it was 'rare.' He didn't even care about its history or power. Just wanted to hang it over his bed like some trophy.

I asked him why he didn't use it himself. His response? Lame. He said, 'Oh my dearest, such items are meant to be displayed, not used.'

I couldn't believe him. The audacity. But he kept talking—he told me one night it fell from the wall, landing right next to his head, piercing the bed and the floor. He felt the blade's thirst for blood, as if it had a mind of its own. After that, he had his servants cover it up. He changed the subject after that, all nervous, telling me to 'enjoy the view.'

I wanted to ask more, but I held back. The Hōzuki—it wants blood. Just like me. And it will get what it desires. The king thinks he's safe behind his wealth and power, but he's wrong. That blade should've killed him that night. I'll make sure it finishes the job myself.

The king will pay for his arrogance. And when he does, Hōzuki will finally be free.