Uchiha Clan In One Piece

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The room was heavy with tension as Akira turned to face the clone standing confidently in the center, Shinobu tied up on the floor beside him.

She squirmed and glared at everyone, her messy makeup showing just how much she had tried to escape.

The clone grinned proudly, puffing out his chest. "Boss! Here's the woman you wanted!"

The room went silent as all eyes turned to Akira.

"...why?" Akira asked flatly, already feeling like this day was a mistake.

Whitebeard burst into laughter, his booming voice reverberating through the room. "Gurarararara! Akira, I didn't know you had this kind of taste! What happened to the Pirate Empress? Got bored already?"

"Gurararara!"

Hancock's aura darkened instantly, her intense presence making the room feel as if it might crack under the pressure. She fixed her glare on Whitebeard. "What did you just say, old man?"

Whitebeard chuckled, waving her off lazily. "Relax, I was joking. Though, maybe you should ask Akira why he's out here kidnapping other women."

Hancock's sharp gaze snapped to Akira, her voice soft but icy. "Akira… care to explain?"

Akira sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hancock, seriously? Do you really think I'd even look at this person when I have you? She's just a prisoner! Not… whatever you're imagining!"

"And you really believe an old man's words, a one who had no woman in his life?"

"Gurarara! What's wrong with being old? I'm still Whitebeard!" Whitebeard replied confidently.

Akira gave him a side-eye, internally groaning. 'He didn't even catch the point…' Shaking his head, Akira refocused on Hancock.

Hancock crossed her arms, her lips curling into a faint pout. "Hmph. Fine. I'll believe you for now. But if I find out you had other ideas—"

"I didn't, and I won't!" Akira cut her off, his voice resolute. "I only have one woman in my heart."

Hancock flicked her hair, but her faint smile betrayed her delight at his words.

Meanwhile, Shisui leaned toward Itachi, smirking mischievously. "First the Empress, now this woman? Akira sure has… unique taste. Should we start preparing ourselves for Big Mom next?"

The clone snorted, clearly enjoying the drama. "Hey, Shisui, Itachi, maybe we should start calling her the New Empress! Or do you really think Boss is saving this title for the Big Mom?"

Itachi stayed quiet, though the corner of his mouth kept twitching as he was holding back his smile.

Meanwhile, Orochimaru and Fugaku exchanged a glance, both pondering what could make this woman so important that Akira had sent a clone for her.

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Akira's voice sliced through the chatter like a blade. "Enough! You, my idiotic clone—take her to the prison and secure her. Now!"

The clone snapped to attention, struggling to hide his grin. "Yes, Boss!" he said with an exaggerated salute. As he hoisted Shinobu onto his shoulder, he muttered, "Guess I'll clean and prepare her too. Boss's taste is getting real weird—prisoners now? What next?"

"I don't remember watching these things in the videos! Wasn't it always school, home or hospital?"

Akira's eyes narrowed. "Damn! I heard that! Now get out from here!"

The clone hummed a cheerful tune as he left, ignoring Shinobu's protests. "I'm Shinobu, the greatest kunoichi in Wano! You fools will regret this!"

"Let me go! Even if you've got my body, you won't have my heart."

Akira's face darkened.

Whitebeard wiped tears from his eyes, still laughing. "Gurarara! Akira, you sure know how to keep things entertaining. Maybe you should call yourself the Joker of the Sea!"

Akira rolled his eyes. "Fine, Whitebeard. But How about I call you the Babysitter of the Sea in return?"

"Gurarara! I have no problem with that." Whitebeard kept laughing while Akira kept thinking how to beat his clone without beating himself.

After some time, The room finally quieted, though faint chuckles lingered. Akira straightened and regained his composure. "Now, can we get back to the meeting?"

The room returned to focus, though a hint of amusement lingered in the air as Akira prepared to move on.

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Akira exhaled, steadying his tone as he addressed the table. "Now that the interruptions are dealt with, let's move on." His Sharingan gleamed, commanding attention. "I officially declare the name of this alliance: the Celestial Alliance."

He paused, observing their reactions.

"Celestial Alliance?" Whitebeard said, stroking his beard. "Hmph. Sounds impressive. Though, I suppose someone like you would come up with something grand like that."

(A/N: 'It's better than 'Across the Multiverse Alliance.' That sounded like something from a cheap novel.')

"But," Akira said sharply, silencing the room, "this alliance isn't about a flashy name or inflating anyone's ego."

"It's about building something greater than ourselves—a force strong enough to traverse worlds, reshape destinies, and achieve the impossible. The name reflects our purpose."

Hancock, still seated elegantly, nodded slightly. "The Celestial Alliance… a name worthy of your ambition, Akira."

Orochimaru's snake-like grin widened, his eyes shining with amusement. "Akira-sama, you never fail to fascinate me. The Celestial Alliance… such a name. I'm curious to see just how high we'll ascend..."

"To be a Celestial…" Orochimaru muttered, excitement flickering in his voice.

Akira stood, signaling the end of the meeting. He had much to prepare for—the first world of the Alliance awaited. "With that, the alliance is officially formed. I'll contact you when it's time to take the next steps. For now, my clones will escort you back to your homes and brief you on the rules."

"If anyone chooses not to join, that's fine. But for now, this Alliance will remain hidden. No news of it will leave this room."

One by one, the members departed as Akira's clones appeared, guiding each of them out and sharing final instructions.

When the hall was finally silent, Akira leaned against the table, his expression softening as his thoughts deepened.

The Celestial Alliance wasn't just a name—it was a symbol, a promise to unite powerful individuals across worlds.

Yet, there was a reason he hadn't called it the Uchiha Alliance.

"If I called it the Uchiha Alliance," Akira mused, "it would turn them into subordinates, not equals. By leaving my clan's name out, I've made it something everyone can feel part of—something bigger than a clan, bigger than just an alliance."

His gaze drifted to the empty room as his mind raced.

"This is more than a name; it's a home, an organization that they'll invest themselves in fully."

"If I had called it the Uchiha Alliance, it would have been a throne—a symbol of dominion. But what I need is a bridge."

"Even though I still rule it, it's more effective to let them believe this is their home, their purpose. Free men work harder than slaves, and the illusion of freedom is often enough to inspire unparalleled devotion."

He chuckled quietly, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. "People like to believe they're free. Even when shackled, if you tell them they're free, they'll cling to that belief. They want to believe."

He sighed, his thoughts shifting. And all of this… for what?

"It's still about them working hard to give me more Origin Power," Akira murmured, his smirk widening.

Turning toward the window, Akira watched the horizon as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of orange and red. "The Uchiha name is my pride," he thought, "but also my tool. If this alliance is going to succeed, it must appear it belongs to everyone—not just me."

A flicker of inspiration crossed his mind. "Beliefs… the Alliance will need beliefs," he muttered to himself. "A shared system to bind them together. That reminds me of the Heaven and Earth Great Love Alliance. Maybe I can borrow elements of its structure and make it my own."

His mind briefly wandered to the members who had just left. Each of them brought unique talents, quirks, and ambitions to the table. Their predictability—and unpredictability—added layers to his strategy. It kept things both challenging and exciting, and that was exactly what he wanted.

"The multiverse is vast," Akira thought. "This is only the beginning. If we're going to survive what lies ahead, we'll need more than strength. We'll need trust, ambition, and unrelenting power."

Straightening, Akira's expression sharpened with determination. "It's time to prepare the team for the next challenge. Attack on Titan will push them in ways they've never faced before."

His Sharingan gleamed, a faint smile gracing his lips. "I have high hopes for them… and for the future of this alliance."

He walked toward the balcony, his silhouette framed by the fading sunlight.

"The first team of the Celestial Alliance will be created," he declared softly, his words carrying the weight of the man who wanted to shape the multiverse itself.

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