One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The wind was still howling, but the rain had subsided slightly.

Inside the fourth car of the Sea Train "Smoking Tom".

"Whoosh—Lulu lulu!"

A man with huge front teeth and an extremely lewd smile was standing in the middle of the kitchen.

He was wearing a strange white chef's uniform, kneading dough while staring at the blond man in front of him with an infuriating look.

Nozomi, a ramen-style martial artist and CP7 intelligence agent.

"Who are you?" Wang Ze tilted his head, revealing a mocking smile.

"Could it be a rat that wandered in here by mistake? Swoosh!"

Sanji stood opposite him, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and slowly exhaled, his eyes filled with disdain.

Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm in a hurry.

"Get out of my way, I need to get to the carriage in front."

"That won't do!"

Wang Ze let out a strange cry, suddenly took a deep breath, and then—

"Ramen Lighting!!"

What happened next was truly astonishing.

Two thick streams of raw ramen noodles shot out of his nostrils.

With astonishing force, they shot towards Sanji like two sharp swords.

"Hello!!!"

Sanji dodged the attack with a sidestep, staring at the ramen pinned to the wall, veins bulging on his forehead, his entire face turning black:

"You...you actually stuffed food up your nostrils?! And you used it to attack?!"

"Whoosh! That's my signature move! My ramen-style kung fu is invincible!"

Wang Ze waved the dough in his hand triumphantly.

The dough quickly hardened and stretched under his kneading, eventually covering his entire body like armor.

"Ramen Battle Suit!!"

Wang Ze donned the slippery ramen armor and assumed a boxing stance:

"Once you put on this armor, your kicking techniques will be ineffective against me!"

"My noodles will get tangled in your feet and trap you inside!"

Seeing this guy who was disrespecting food, Sanji's anger erupted like a volcano.

As a chef who views cooking as a sacred art.

The man in front of him had precisely hit all of Sanji's trigger points with his actions.

"Playing with food..."

Sanji threw away his cigarette butt and stomped it out; the shadow obscured his eyes.

"And so ugly..."

"You...you've completely violated two major taboos for chefs!!!"

Sanji charged forward and kicked Nozomi in the stomach.

Just as Wangze had predicted, Sanji's foot got stuck in the sticky ramen armor and he couldn't pull it out.

"Shoot! Gotcha! Die!" Nozomi swung his ramen fist at Sanji.

"cut."

Sanji's eyes turned cold, but he didn't panic.

His gaze fell on the row of neatly arranged kitchen knives on the kitchen counter.

"For a chef, hands and a knife are for cooking, never for fighting... That's my principle."

Sanji slowly reached out and grasped two sharp kitchen knives.

The blade gleamed coldly under the light.

"but……"

Sanji raised his head, his eyes sharp as a knife:

"Since this is the kitchen, and your armor is the food..."

"Then it's time for 'cooking'!"

"A top-notch chef's special skill—peeling!!"

Swish swish ——! ! !

The air was instantly filled with a dazzling display of blade light.

Sanji didn't use his sword to cut people; instead, he moved with breathtaking skill, his blade swiftly across the ramen armor.

This is no longer a battle, but a splendid food preparation show.

"Wow! My armor!!"

To his horror, Wangze discovered that his proud, sturdy ramen armor was being peeled away, shredded, and scattered into the air like ordinary onion skins under Sanji's twin swords.

In just a few seconds.

Wang Ze's thick defenses were completely cut away, leaving only his ridiculous bodysuit.

"No food was wasted."

Sanji stylishly tossed the cleaver back onto the cutting board, where it landed securely in the knife holder.

"These chopped noodles are perfect for feeding the fish in the sea."

"Next..."

Sanji straightened his tie and slowly walked towards the terrified Wangze, his leather shoes making a clattering sound.

"It's about giving your face, which doesn't do justice to the audience, a proper 'fix'."

"Wait! Don't come any closer! I'm really strong too... Pfft!!!"

Before Wangze could finish speaking, Sanji kicked him hard in the face.

"Plastic surgery kick—eyelid surgery! Nose bridge augmentation! Chin reduction!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

Amidst the sounds of rapid blows and bone restructuring, Wangze's face was kneaded at Sanji's feet like dough.

Finally, with a powerful roundhouse kick.

Wang Ze was sent flying in a spinning motion, crashing heavily into the stainless steel cabinet in the kitchen, where he fell unconscious.

The amazing thing is that when he fell, his originally extremely lewd face actually became... somewhat handsome.

"call……"

Sanji lit another cigarette, looked at the unconscious Wangze, and snorted coldly:

"It's a little better now."

"You're welcome, this is a free cosmetic surgery service."

……

Having dealt with the gatekeeper, Sanji pulled a Den Den Mushi from his pocket.

"Poruporuporu..."

The call was answered quickly.

"Feed? I'm Mr. Prince."

Sanji leaned against the kitchen counter, catching his breath as he spoke into the microphone:

"Luffy? Or Nami-san?"

"It's me, Sanji."

Viktor's calm voice came from the other end of the phone, with the background sounds of howling wind and waves:

"You sound very energetic; it seems you've resolved the problem."

"Ugh, what a disgusting guy." Sanji exhaled a smoke ring.

"Listen to me, Victor. I've confirmed Robin's location."

Sanji lowered his voice, his tone becoming serious:

"She was taken to Carriage 1. The entire CP9 crew... including Lucci, were there."

"That Lucci is seriously injured, it seems to be caused by your lightning, and he is currently receiving emergency treatment."

"Robin is right next to them. She doesn't seem to be restrained, but she doesn't seem to be trying to escape either."

"Just as I expected."

Viktor's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, tinged with a hint of contemplation:

"Sanji, listen up."

"Don't rush to your death in Carriage 1. You're alone now, facing a full-scale CP9 attack. You have no chance of winning."

"Your task is to create chaos and buy time."

"Go and cut the connector between the third and fourth carriages."

"Drop the rear carriages off; this will isolate those annoying naval soldiers and leave the CP9 in front isolated."

"Sever the connector? Got it." A glint of light flashed in Sanji's eyes. "That's a good idea."

Finally, Zoro's voice appeared inside the Den Den Mushi.

"We're almost there. Hang in there, you perverted cook."

"Alright. You bunch of slowpokes, hurry up and get over here."

Sanji hung up the phone and was just about to turn around and carry out his mission.

"BOOM!!"

A loud crash suddenly came from the roof of the kitchen compartment, as if something heavy had fallen down, and a large section of the sheet metal roof was dented.

"Hmm?" Sanji looked up alertly.

A figure crashed through the ceiling and landed in the center of the kitchen.

It was a man wearing a strange hood and fiddling with two pistols in his hands.

His movements were light and agile, like a weasel walking upright.

CP9's newest member – Sea Weasel Nero.

"Oh, so there's a mouse here."

Nero stood on the table, looking down at Sanji with a look of eager anticipation in his eyes:

"I'm Nero, the newest member of CP9! A genius who's mastered the 'Four Styles'! Did you take down that ramen loser just now?"

"Perfect! If I take you back, Senior Lucci will definitely look at me in a new light!"

"Four styles?"

Sanji scratched his head impatiently:

"Another one... I'm really busy right now."

"Could you please jump into the sea yourself? I still need to cut the train carriages."

"Stop looking down on me!!"

Nero was furious and dashed towards Sanji.

……

at the same time.

On the pitch-black sea, wind and rain raged.

The "Smoking Tom" was speeding along the tracks, its red taillights looking particularly lonely in the darkness.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deafening roar, incredibly violent, suddenly erupted from the sea behind them.

Immediately afterwards, two blindingly bright beams of light pierced the darkness and illuminated the last few carriages of the "Smoking Tom".

Those are the headlights of the "Rocket Man" car's menacing shark-like front end!

"What...is that?!"

The naval soldiers guarding the rear of the train covered their eyes in terror.

"It's here! It's here! It's here!!!!"

Inside the driver's seat, Franky had completely lost control; he pushed all the levers to the floor and even tried to press the accelerator with his foot.

"It bit its butt!!"

"SUPER—Rear-end collision!!!!"

On the shark-shaped front of the Rocket Man.

Luffy, braving the raging wind and rain, gripped the sharp teeth-like decoration on the front of the vehicle with both hands, leaning forward to his limit.

His straw hat was blown behind his head, with only the thin string around his neck.

His eyes were fixed on the train ahead, as if he could see that familiar figure through the layers of metal.

"Robin—!!!"

Luffy took a deep breath and, with all his might, let out a thunderous shout:

"We've come to pick you up!!!!"

This roar drowned out the sound of the wind, the rain, and the train's rumble, and clearly reached the train ahead.

Inside the train carriage.

Viktor sat in the passenger seat, still holding Nami in his arms to prevent her from getting hurt in a collision.

He stared at the rear of the enemy vehicle, which was almost within reach, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Frankie!" Victor shouted, "Don't slow down!"

"Huh?! We'll crash if we don't slow down!" Nami screamed.

"We're going to crash into it!"

Viktor's lips curled into a smile as he said:

"This is no ordinary train...this is 'Rocket Man'."

"Awooo!!!!"

As if in response to Victor's words, the Rocket Man's vehicle emitted a metallic, twisting roar from its front.

next second.

boom---!!!!

There was no braking, no buffering.

The rampaging Rocket Man, with its indomitable spirit, opened its massive, steel-forged shark jaws and viciously bit into the rear of the last carriage of the "Smoking Tom"!

The violent tremors changed the color of the sky and earth.