One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The once bustling streets of Arubanas are now ruins.

Under the scorching sun, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

"The Ultimate Technique of the Three-Sword Style - Three Thousand Worlds!!!"

Zoro held the swords in both hands, with the Wado Ichimonji between his teeth. The two swords spun like windmills, carrying an aura of cutting through everything, and slammed heavily into Mr. 1 (Daz Bones)'s chest.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"

There was no blood splattering, and not even a scratch on the skin.

Only a string of dazzling sparks flew through the air, accompanied by a crisp metallic clang.

Zoro's ultimate attack was blocked by force.

"It's no use, swordsman."

Mr. 1 stood there, patting the undamaged skin on his chest, his eyes cold and mocking:

"I've said it before, flesh and blood cannot defeat steel."

"I am a human who has eaten the Quick-Cut Fruit and is made entirely of blades, and I am also an Iron Man with absolute defense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. 1's arms instantly transformed into sharp blades, and he became like a high-speed rotating meat grinder.

"Micro-dust Slicing Blade!!!"

"Swish swish swish swish!!"

Countless unseen slashes erupted instantly.

The surrounding buildings, stone pillars, and even Zoro's body were cut into pieces in that instant.

"Whoa!!"

Zoro was covered in blood and flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble and ruins.

Dust billowed, burying the swordsman's figure.

Consciousness... began to fade.

In that deathly darkness, Zoro felt all the noise around him disappear.

The sounds of battle, the wind, and even one's own heartbeat seemed incredibly distant.

This feeling...

Deep in his mind, an image surfaced of his childhood: in the courtyard of the dojo filled with fallen leaves, his master, Koushirou, holding a withered branch.

"Zoro, there are swordsmen in this world who can cut through anything, but they... can cut through steel."

That's about listening...

The master's voice was gentle and profound:

Listen to the breath of all things.

Beneath the ruins, Zoro suddenly opened his eyes.

But he didn't use his eyes to see; instead, he used his heart to sense.

In this deathly silence, he "heard".

He "heard" the heavy breathing of the teetering rock above him, and he "heard" the sharp breathing of the wind as it passed through the cracks.

He also "heard" the cold, hard, and murderous "steel breath" emanating from the man in the distance—Mr.1.

"Ah... I see."

Zoro lay in a pool of blood, but a slight smile played on his lips:

"Stones have the sound of stones, and steel... has the sound of steel."

found it.

but……

Zoro looked at the sword in his hand.

Even if you can hear breathing, if the knife in your hand isn't strong enough, it still won't cut through steel; it will still break.

What should I do?

Just then, another memory exploded in my mind like a thunderclap.

It was a night in the small garden, under a sky full of stars, where the giant Dorry and Brogy wielded their weapons and together they cleaved the giant island-eating monster in two.

"Boy, the sword in your hand is dead, but the person wielding it is alive!" Brogy's laughter was hearty.

"Transform your 'will' into invisible 'armor'!" Dorry's voice boomed like thunder. "Wrap it around your weapons!"

"In that case... we could even split the ocean in two!!"

"Willpower...transforms into armor..."

Zoro gripped the Wado Ichimonji tightly in his hand.

It is no longer simply brute force, nor merely the sensation of breathing.

He wanted to "sever" his strong will, his obsession with protecting his comrades and becoming the world's greatest swordsman.

He frantically poured the energy into his arm, even trying to cover the blade as the giant had suggested!

hum-

The white blade of the Wado Ichimonji trembled slightly.

Although it hadn't completely turned black and become a "black blade" yet, in that instant, the air around the blade seemed to distort, and a chilling current of air swirled around it.

"Splash!"

The ruins were pushed aside.

Covered in blood, Zoro staggered to his feet.

Despite being covered in wounds, his aura had completely changed.

The feeling of near-death weakness disappeared, replaced by a sharp, piercing aura that seemed capable of cutting through everything.

Mr. 1 frowned slightly as he looked at Zoro, who had stood up again.

"Can he still stand up? What incredible vitality!"

His arms transformed into blades once more, gleaming coldly in the sunlight:

"Or... have you figured out how to die?"

Zoro did not answer.

He sheathed the other two swords at his waist, gripped the Wado Ichimonji with both hands, and slowly returned it to its sheath, assuming an extremely low-key iaido stance.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on Mr. 1 in the distance.

I heard... your breathing.

Zoro said in a low voice, his tone eerily calm:

"Since you are made of steel..."

"Then I will transform into even stronger steel, to cut through your steel!"

The decisive moment.

Looking at that scene, Mr. 1 suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This intuition led him to decide to stop wasting words and strike first.

"Hmph! Playing tricks!"

"Then let's give it a try!!"

The ground beneath Mr. 1's feet cracked, and his hands transformed into massive, rapidly spinning blade wheels.

He transformed into a deadly silver whirlwind, charging towards Zoro with an aura that seemed capable of tearing everything apart:

"Unleash the Dust Slash!!! Die!!"

Faced with this terrifying slash, Zoro did not dodge, nor did he even blink.

He was waiting.

Waiting for that rhythm of breathing.

The instant Mr. 1 charged in, Zoro's will and the sword in his hand became one.

Draw your sword.

"Itto-ryu·Iai——"

In that instant, it seemed as if only a single, chilling blade of light remained in the world.

"Lion Song!!"

brush--!!

Two figures passed each other.

Time seemed to stand still.

Mr. 1 remained in a charging stance, stopping behind Zoro.

"Click."

A soft sound.

Mr.1’s proud, supposedly absolutely defensive steel body suddenly developed a huge and clean wound that split open from his shoulder to his abdomen.

puff--!!!

Large amounts of blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground of the ruins red.

"How... is this possible..."

Mr. 1's pupils dilated violently as he looked down in disbelief at his wound, his body collapsing limply forward.

"You...you really severed...steel..."

Zoro, with his back to the enemy, slowly stood up.

"Click."

The Wado Ichimonji was sheathed, making a crisp sound.

Zoro tied his bandana, his tone indifferent:

"That's a bit of a shame."

"If you're a diamond... I'll still cut you down without hesitation."