One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"Bang!"

With a loud, violent crash, Luffy kicked open the heavy castle gate.

Like an unstoppable whirlwind, the Straw Hat crew stormed into Thriller Bark's innermost fortress.

The main hall of the fortress was dark and empty, with huge stone pillars standing all around.

Before everyone could even see the structure of the main hall clearly...

A sharp, piercing laugh suddenly echoed across the empty dome of the hall.

"Chirp chirp chirp... Chirp chirp chirp!!!"

That was the laughter of Gecko Moria, the absolute ruler of this island and one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

However, Moria did not choose to show himself and confront this group of imposing pirates head-on.

As a highly cunning tactician, he slyly lurked in the shadows.

"Splash splash splash splash—!!!"

Accompanied by that chilling laughter.

From the endless shadows high above the hall, a black torrent suddenly burst forth, releasing countless bats formed from pure shadows.

These shadow bats swarmed down in a massive, overwhelming manner, instantly obscuring everyone's view.

It was like a messenger that triggered a switch, completely activating all the hidden mechanisms inside this enormous castle.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A violent tremor erupted instantly, as if triggering a tectonic shift in the earth's crust.

The seemingly solid stone slab ground beneath everyone's feet suddenly collapsed in large areas without warning!

At the same time, the surrounding walls also resembled a living maze.

It began to move and flip rapidly, dividing the space of the main hall.

The trapdoors and the secret doors in the maze were all activated at the same time!

"Whoa! The floorboards collapsed!!!"

Amidst the chaotic feeling of weightlessness and swirling dust.

Viktor's Sharingan spun rapidly.

He remained calm under pressure, his chakra surging precisely within him, and he instantly formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Body Instantaneous Movement Technique!"

With a "whoosh!" Victor's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, and at the critical moment when the stone slab was about to completely collapse, he decisively grabbed Robin, who was falling beside him.

The two of them lightly leaped onto the edge of a still-moving wall and landed steadily in a safe area.

However, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Franky were unable to escape the massive and complex maze trap.

They were mercilessly swallowed up along with the shattered stones.

They were forcibly separated along different passages and slid towards the abyss of the castle.

Looking at the hall that was completely divided by the walls, Victor steadily shielded Robin behind him.

His eyes instantly turned icy, and a contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his lips:

"Are you trying to use this underhanded maze to defeat us one by one?"

"Too naive."

……

Meanwhile, deep within the castle, in an unknown corridor.

"Bang."

Zoro fell from a steep slide trap and crashed heavily onto the cold stone floor.

He nimbly got up and brushed off the dust and cobwebs that covered his body.

"Tch, what a troublesome mechanism."

Zoro looked around and found himself in a long, dimly lit corridor.

For someone who has no sense of direction, if there is no direction, then there is only one choice left.

forward!

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and strode forward along the gloomy corridor.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, an old-fashioned wooden door appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Squeak—"

Zoro pushed open the wooden door with force, but the scene behind it made him pause for a moment.

Inside this Western-style, gloomy Gothic castle, there is surprisingly a spacious Japanese dojo filled with tatami mats!

And in the very center of the dojo.

A strange figure sat quietly cross-legged.

It was a samurai zombie covered in dirty, old bandages and wearing a tattered vintage kimono.

Although he had no trace of human presence.

But Zoro's gaze was instantly drawn to the long sword at the samurai's waist!

The scabbard of that knife was decorated with flamboyant and eerie dark red patterns.

Just lying quietly in its scabbard, the heavy killing intent emanating from the sword sent Zoro's seasoned swordsman instincts into a frantic alarm bell.

That is absolutely a terrifying and unparalleled weapon!

It seemed to have sensed the intruder's sword aura.

The zombie samurai (Ryoma, the once-renowned dragon-slaying samurai) slowly rose from the tatami mat.

Because what Moria implanted into his body was Brook's shadow.

So he opened his withered jaw and let out that signature yet incongruous laugh:

"Yohohoho...yohohoho..."

However, this comical laughter could not conceal the real changes in him.

As he stood up, a sharp, domineering, and terrifying sword aura appeared, seemingly capable of easily tearing apart the air in the entire dojo.

It swept out like a raging storm in an instant, so fierce that it was almost suffocating.

Longma slowly extended his large, bandaged hand and steadily grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Clang—"

With a clear dragon's roar, the dragon horse slowly drew out the long sword.

As the blade was gradually revealed, a jet-black blade appeared in Zoro's field of vision.

On the deep, night-like black blade, a magnificent pattern of chaotic, reversed T-shaped blades emerged.

The entire knife exuded an unparalleled pressure that seemed capable of utterly severing everything in the world.

Ryuma gripped his sword in one hand, his empty eye sockets calmly fixed on Zoro:

"This is the 21st Great Grade Sword, the Black Sword 'Autumn Water'."

"Are you also a swordsman, sir?"

Hearing this awe-inspiring name and seeing this exquisite black knife...

Zoro's body trembled slightly with extreme excitement.

A fervent fighting spirit instantly ignited in his sharp eyes!

He grinned, revealing an arrogant smile, like that of a bloodthirsty demon.

"Clang! Clang!"

Zoro decisively drew the Wado Ichimonji and Sandai Kitetsu from his waist, gripping the hilts firmly with both hands, the tips of the blades pointing directly at Ryuma:

"I was just worried about not having a good knife..."

"I've got my eye on your knife!!!"

The battle erupted instantly upon hearing this arrogant declaration!

There was no unnecessary chatter, no fancy probing.

Between two pure swordsmen, there is only the purest clash of swordsmanship!

"Yohohoho! Come and get it!"

Longma let out a strange laugh, his figure moving like a swift black lightning bolt, instantly covering a distance of several meters.

The black sword "Shusui" in his hand slashed fiercely straight at Zoro with a terrifying whooshing sound.

"when----!!!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded violently within the dojo, like a terrifying muffled thunderclap!

Sparks flew everywhere!

Ryoma used Brook's agile fencing technique.

However, thanks to his invincible warrior body, forged from countless trials and tribulations, as if cast from steel, he was able to overcome any obstacle.

In addition, there's the terrifyingly heavy mass of the black sword "Autumn Water".

Every ordinary thrust he unleashed possessed the destructive power to cleave through a slash.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!!"

The dense clanging of metal exploded into a series of sonic booms.

Zoro's slashes were easily deflected time and time again the moment they touched Shusui.

The terrifying recoil force made it difficult for Zoro to steady himself.

Under the violent, overflowing sword energy of the two clashing, the entire spacious Japanese dojo began to tremble and crumble.

The sturdy walls on all sides were slashed with countless deep grooves by the sword energy and collapsed with a roar.

The wooden planks and tatami mats underfoot crumbled and flew away as easily as scraps of paper!

However, faced with this powerful suppression, Zoro felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he was extremely excited.

"marvelous……"

Zoro laughed maniacally, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, feeling the intense tingling sensation spreading through his arms:

"This knife is as heavy as a lump of iron..."

"But precisely because of this, its destructive power is unparalleled!!!"

This epic duel between swordsmen quickly reached its climax.

Amidst the flashing swords, the two tacitly distanced themselves.

Their eyes clashed fiercely in the air; they both knew it was time to decide the final outcome.

"Yo ho ho ho! Take this!"

Longma gripped Qiushui with both hands, and a violent power gathered on the blade.

Zoro calmly held the pure white "Wado Ichimonji" firmly in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he strangely reversed the grip on the two knives in his hands and lowered his body.

"Buzz—"

This was accompanied by the eruption of pure sword intent within Zoro.

Incredibly, a ghostly blue, solidified sword aura ignited on the two swords he was holding in reverse!

The two of them simultaneously stomped violently on the ground, like two dazzling shooting stars, and leaped into the air at the same time!

In that brief moment of suspended motion, Zoro's eyes sharpened to the extreme.

"Three-Sword Style: Flying Dragon: Flame!!!"

"Nightfall Song - Straight Thrust!!!"

"Whoosh—!!!"

In mid-air, a blinding flash of light streaked past.

The two figures narrowly missed each other in mid-air.

"Bang."

Zoro landed smoothly on the collapsed ruins, maintaining his extremely forward-leaning sword-wielding posture.

Longma landed smoothly behind him, his black sword Qiushui still pointing sharply forward.

The entire dilapidated temple fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Two seconds later.

"Pfft—!"

Suddenly, a deep slash appeared strangely on Ryoma's hard chest.

Immediately afterwards, blazing blue flames, like an erupting volcano, violently erupted from that fatal wound!

The eerie blue flames swiftly engulfed Ryoma's bandaged samurai body.

However, looking at his own body that was burning fiercely.

Instead of resentment and unwillingness, Longma's empty eye sockets emitted a relieved and relieved laugh.

"Yohohoho...what a satisfying duel..."

Longma slowly raised his hand and solemnly and slowly sheathed the heavy, domineering black sword "Autumn Water".

Then, he forcefully and steadily tossed the Shusui, scabbard and all, to Zoro in front of him.

"This once proud body has been defeated by a swordsman like you; it is a disgrace to me..."

Ryoma's voice grew weaker amidst the flames, but it still carried the pure pride of a samurai:

"But this sword... it would be happy to be with such a skilled swordsman as you."

Accompanied by Ryoma's words of relief.

"Whoosh!"

The black shadow that had been forcibly inserted into Ryoma's body, belonging to Brook, finally detached completely from the burning husk.

The shadow transformed into a weak black silhouette, quickly flying out of the dojo and into the distant sky.

Zoro turned around and caught the black sword "Shusui" that was thrown to him with precision.

Feel the heavy, perfect touch in your hand.

Zoro solemnly wore it on his waist, his sharp eyes filled with profound respect.

He gazed at the dragon horse, which had been completely reduced to ashes in the blue flames, and calmly declared:

"I'll take this knife."

"I will find him a suitable master. Rest in peace, swordsman."