One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

In the forest of the "Trial of the Rope," the smell of flames and acrid smoke permeated the air.

"Herod! Herod! Herod!!"

The three-foot-tall bird "Fuza" let out a cry in the air, its huge wings flapping as it carried the priest Shura at high speed through the complex forest.

Using the firebird's three-dimensional mobility, Shura, like an annoying fly, continuously spewed deadly high-temperature flames from Viktor's blind spots.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Flames exploded on the tree trunk, leaving behind charred craters.

Viktor moved swiftly through the jungle, narrowly avoiding the licking flames each time.

"See that? People from Qinghai!"

Asura rode on the bird's back, laughing down at the top, his tone full of mockery:

"This is the power bestowed by God! In this realm that belongs to the heavens, you monkeys who can only crawl on the ground are destined to be burned to ashes!"

Viktor dodged a pillar of fire to the side, using a tree trunk as leverage to leap into the air.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could slice the fire-breathing bird in half with a single "Water Release: Water Severing Wave".

But Viktor did not form any hand seals.

"Relying too much on ninjutsu is not a good thing."

Viktor's eyes remained calm as he subtly adjusted the angle of the black knife in his hand.

Since arriving in the world of One Piece, although chakra is useful, strong physical skills and Haki are the foundation for survival in this world.

"Perfect, I'll use you, this flying insect, to hone my Observation Haki and reflexes."

As Viktor darted and weaved among the rope clouds, he calmly calculated the firebird's fire-breathing frequency and circling radius.

"Left turn radius of 15 meters...dive speed..."

"I see." The tomoe in Viktor's pupils swirled.

"This bird has a Flame Shell in its beak. To prevent overheating, there's a 1.5-second cooling interval after each spray."

Just then, Shura seemed to reveal a weakness and flew towards a seemingly empty area.

Viktor immediately gave chase.

"You've been tricked! You idiot!"

Shura suddenly pulled on the reins, and the firebird abruptly stopped and began to ascend.

In front of Viktor, a "spider web" composed of countless tiny sticky ropes, which had been set up beforehand, suddenly appeared.

"What?"

Viktor had "no way to avoid it" and crashed headfirst into the net.

The sticky cloud rope instantly wrapped around his limbs and the blade, rendering him unable to move.

"This is the true nature of the 'Trial of the Rope'! The more you touch it, the tighter it will bind you!"

Seeing this, Shura was overjoyed. He turned his bird head around, and his heat spear spewed out the most intense flames. Taking advantage of the speed of his dive, he thrust it straight for the heart of the trapped Victor.

"Die! Offer your blood at the altar of God!!"

A wave of heat hit me, and the tip of the spear rapidly magnified in my pupils.

However, at this moment of certain death, Viktor's face showed not fear, but rather a triumphant smirk.

"Clang."

Viktor suddenly released his right hand from the knife, letting the longsword hang from the strap on his wrist.

In that instant, a high density of Armament Haki covered his hands, turning them into a jet-black, steely color.

"Smack!!!"

A muffled thud.

Just a second before the spear was about to pierce his chest, Victor's dark hands suddenly clasped together.

He completely ignored the intense heat at the tip of the spear, which was enough to melt rocks, and firmly gripped the burning spear!

"Wh...what?!"

Shura's smile froze on his face.

He desperately urged the Firebird to pull out the spear or continue thrusting it in, but the spear seemed to be welded to Victor's hand, remaining completely still.

"Got you?"

Viktor raised his head, his red eyes filled with savage killing intent.

"Get down here...!"

boom!!!

Victor's arm muscles bulged, and terrifying strength erupted instantly.

He actually managed to pull the Shura, along with the bird, down from the sky like a rag doll with his bare arms!

"Waaaaaah!!"

The immense centrifugal force caused Shura to scream in agony.

"Bang!!!!"

A loud bang, and dust flew everywhere.

Shura, along with the bird, was slammed hard against the thick trunk of an ancient tree. The enormous impact caused the three-zhang bird to let out a mournful cry as if its bones were being broken, and it collapsed to the ground.

"Cough!" Shura spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

Having lost his advantage in distance, he panicked and tried to draw the short knife at his waist to fight back.

But death had already closed in.

"Too slow."

Victor didn't even use a knife.

He took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, his right knee carrying a wind pressure that tore through the air, and slammed hard into Shura's face.

"Snap!!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was enough to make your teeth ache.

Shura's prized flight goggles shattered instantly, and his nasal bridge caved in along with them.

"Ugh—!!"

Before Shura could even scream, a cold, large hand had already gripped his neck tightly, lifting him off the ground with one hand.

Viktor looked at the priest as if he were carrying a dead chicken.

"You...cough cough..."

Shura's face was covered in blood, his legs thrashing wildly in the air, and extreme fear finally showed in his eyes:

"You...you monster!!"

"I am a priest of God... God... God will not let you get away with this!!"

Upon hearing that word, Viktor's eyes grew even colder, devoid of any pity.

"god?"

Viktor chuckled, slowly increasing the pressure in his hand:

"If he really is watching... then let him see clearly."

"How does the so-called 'god' bleed?"

"Whoosh!"

A flash of cold light.

Victor caught the black knife in mid-air with his left hand and flicked his wrist.

The first strike precisely severed the cloud shell mechanical device on Shura's back that allowed him to fly.

Followed by.

The second cut, without any hesitation, swept across that desperate gaze.

puff-

Blood splattered, staining the pure white rope cloud red.

The head wearing the flight helmet rolled to the ground, the headless corpse twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for defeating the priest Shura.]

[Battle Rating: S.]

[Reward received: 1000 Ninja Points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slightly altering the original plot.]

[Reward received: 1000 Ninja Points.]

[Current Ninja Way Value: 6000 points.]

The system notification sounded in my mind, crisp and pleasant.

Viktor flicked the blood off his blade, sheathed it, and spoke indifferently:

"This attack is for the mast of the Going Merry."

He crouched down, ignoring the bloody scene, and skillfully took the spear loaded with powerful heat from Shura's hand.

Then, he walked up to the dying firebird and forcibly took the rare Flame Shell from its beak.

"Although I don't use it much, Nami would probably like this."

Viktor straightened his collar, which was slightly disheveled from the battle, and pocketed the spoils.

……

at the same time.

At the summit of God's Island stands the Shrine of God.

"Click."

Enel, sitting on the golden throne, suddenly paused in his act of eating an apple.

Within that web of consciousness that covered the entire island, a "voice" belonging to a priest suddenly vanished completely.

"Oh?"

Enel raised an eyebrow, swallowed the fruit in his mouth, and a look of surprise appeared on his face:

"Shura... actually lost."

"And they lost so quickly, they were completely powerless to fight back."

Enel's Observation Haki traversed the layers of clouds, as if he had spotted a black figure.

"That man from Qinghai..."

Enel's eyes narrowed slightly, blue arcs of electricity crackling at his fingertips: "There's an unpleasant aura about you."

……

The Trial of the Ropes area.

Victor stood up and clapped his hands.

He looked up and peered through the gaps in the tree canopy at the towering bean vine that reached into the clouds in the center of the island.

Those red Sharingan eyes gleamed with an eerie light in the shadows.

"The first one."

Viktor murmured softly, then stepped over the corpses and walked deeper into the area.