One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

In the early morning in Baltigues, the sandstorm that had raged all night finally began to subside.

A faint, gentle ray of dawn crept up through the cracks in the hard stone window and into the dim, warm room.

On the spacious double bed, after a whole night of "exhaustion" in the bathroom and on the soft mattress.

Robin was now fast asleep.

Her exquisite face was partially covered by the corner of the blanket, her long eyelashes drooping quietly.

Although there was a deep weariness in the corners of her eyes and brows, there was also a sense of languid comfort and contentment after being thoroughly refreshed.

This stands in stark contrast to the archaeologists who are severely exhausted.

Viktor felt refreshed, as if his chakra had become even more abundant due to the relaxation he had experienced the previous night.

He gently rolled out of bed, afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

Victor carefully tucked the blanket around Robin, then bent down and placed a tender kiss on her smooth forehead.

Then, he turned and pushed open the door, leaving the room's beauty and warmth behind.

Victor walked steadily to a secluded underground deep-water port in Baltigue.

There, the Revolutionary Army Chief of Staff, Sabo, had already changed into a sharp combat uniform.

He held a water pipe in his hand and had been waiting there for a long time with a team of fully armed elite revolutionary soldiers.

Sabo smiled as he saw Viktor arrive on time.

He casually tossed him a dark hooded cape to disguise himself.

The two exchanged a smile, and then boarded side by side a specially made stealth speedboat built by the Revolutionary Army for covert operations.

With its sails billowing, the sailboat, like a ghost, sailed away from White Earth Island in the pre-dawn darkness.

Inside the cabin, a detailed nautical chart was laid out on the table.

Sabo, with a grim expression, explained the target of the raid to Viktor in detail.

"Iron-Blooded Kingdom".

"This is a member state that outwardly claims to be absolutely neutral and peace-loving."

"But in secret, they are engaged in a massive arms smuggling operation with the New World's underground black market, making them a country rotten to the core."

Sabo tapped his finger heavily on a coordinate on the nautical chart, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Our revolutionary army's intelligence division is precisely because of the great effort we have put into it."

"We finally found the key ledger of the country's king's transactions with the underworld, but unfortunately the news leaked out."

"In the end, they were subjected to a brutal massacre by the Kingdom's army and assassination squad."

Sabo took a deep breath, calming himself down:

"The plan is to infiltrate the deepest dungeon in the royal city, rescue any comrades who may still be alive, and retrieve that crucial smuggling ledger."

"Once we have the ledgers, we will be able to completely expose the hypocrisy of this country and cut off their criminal financial chains."

After hearing this, Victor casually put on the dark cloak, hiding half of his face in the shadow of the hood.

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his voice was low:

"That sounds like a good plan."

"As for infiltration... I'm quite good at it."

……

A few days later, in the dead of night, the revolutionary army's stealth sailing ships, under the cover of darkness, silently approached the remote coast of the Ironblood Kingdom.

The royal city not far away was brightly lit and heavily guarded to an appalling degree.

On the towering, sturdy city walls, dazzling searchlights swept back and forth in the night like giant lightsabers, with guards every three steps and sentries every five.

The battlements were densely packed with heavy artillery pieces.

The defense was so solid that not even a fly could get through.

Just as Sabo crouched behind the bushes, spreading out his plans to discuss a circuitous infiltration route with his men...

Viktor, however, strolled out of the shadows of the bunker as if taking a leisurely walk, openly exposing himself to the edge of the searchlight.

"Hey! Crimson Lotus, are you crazy?" Sabo exclaimed in a low voice.

However, what happened the next second made all the elite revolutionary soldiers widen their eyes.

In the darkness, Victor slightly raised his head.

Beneath the shadow of the hood, those pure black eyes instantly turned crimson.

Three jet-black magatama slowly rotated in the blood-red pupils, emitting an eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Any kingdom guard who stood on the city wall or inadvertently met those blood-red eyes while on patrol didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise.

It was as if his soul had been drained in an instant; his eyes rolled back, and he fainted, collapsing limply to the ground.

Viktor didn't even move a finger.

They strolled leisurely through the heavily guarded and heavily fortified streets, carving out a wide and unobstructed road.

Sabo and the elite revolutionaries following behind looked at each other in bewilderment.

They couldn't help but gasp inwardly, secretly marveling.

He was practically born for infiltration and assassination.

He used his Sharingan to deeply hypnotize the guards and obtain accurate intelligence.

The two led their team as if they were in an empty field.

They arrived at the deepest part of the royal city, a dark and damp underground water dungeon, without any obstacles.

The water dungeon was filled with a strong stench of blood and decay.

The Guardian General of the Ironblood Kingdom, a top-tier powerhouse nearly five meters tall with a body as massive as a mountain of flesh, stood in a pool of blood with a ferocious expression on his face.

He held bloodstained instruments of torture in his hand, cruelly interrogating several revolutionary intelligence agents who were torn to pieces and on the verge of death.

They are trying every means to force the whereabouts of the core ledger.

"Since you bunch of stubborn mules refuse to talk even at the cost of your lives, then take your secrets to hell!"

After several days of brutal torture yielded no results, the General Protector of the Nation completely lost his patience.

He let out a beastly roar and suddenly raised the massive steel mace weighing several tons in his hand, preparing to smash the head of one of the revolutionary army cadres.

"BOOM—!!!"

Just as the deadly spiked club was about to fall...

The heavy steel cell door of the water dungeon, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, shattered with a deafening roar.

A violent and unparalleled dark blue lightning force blasted it from the outside into flying iron filings!

The smoke and dust, mixed with sparks from electricity, slowly dissipated.

Victor and Sabo, who is holding a steel water pipe, stand side by side in front of the broken door.

Seeing the appalling state of his comrades in the prison, Sabo's rage instantly broke through his rational defenses.

His azure eyes flashed with murderous intent as he gripped the hose, ready to rush forward and tear the perpetrator to pieces.

"Wait, Sabo."

A slender hand steadily blocked Sabo's chest.

Viktor stared coldly at the massive Protector General in front of him.

He gripped his right hand in reverse and slowly drew the black sword "Autumn Water" from his waist.

"I'm sorry, Chief of the General Staff."

Viktor's lips curled into a cruel sneer, the blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty light in the dim water prison.

"But let me test this big, unsightly thing."

Upon seeing someone dare to force their way into the royal city's dungeon, the Protector General was so enraged that he laughed instead.

"You bunch of scum... you really don't take this general seriously at all!!"

He let out a roar that shook the water prison, his arm muscles bulging as he covered the giant spiked club with his thick Armament Haki.

The jet-black weapon, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure, slammed down on Viktor's head with the force of a mountain crashing down.

Faced with this terrifying blow that could reduce the building to rubble.

Viktor stood rooted to the spot, his feet firmly planted, showing no intention of dodging whatsoever.

He took a deep breath and smoothly wrapped the advanced Armament Haki that he had just mastered during yesterday's special training around the blade of the black sword, Shusui.

A dark red, imposing outer garment, like flowing cherry blossoms, appears and disappears intermittently.

The next instant, the black knife and the giant spiked club collided with a deafening roar!

However, what is truly baffling is...

The moment the knives and clubs clashed, there was no earth-shattering, terrifying roar as everyone had imagined, nor did it unleash a devastating shockwave.

Everything seemed to have been muted.

Immediately afterwards, the arrogant expression on the General's face froze, turning into endless horror and fear.

To his disbelief, his proudly formidable Armament Haki defense, and the giant spiked club made of special steel, began to crack and disintegrate inch by inch the moment they came into contact with the black sword, starting from their very core!

That extremely domineering, invisible force directly penetrated the surface defenses and frantically destroyed all the internal structures.

"Zheng—"

Viktor flipped his wrist expressionlessly.

With graceful and composed movements, he slowly sheathed the black sword, Autumn Water.

Accompanied by the crisp click of a long sword being sheathed.

The heavy armor on the General Protector of the Nation, along with the huge steel mace in his hand, shattered instantly into fine powder that filled the air.

"Puwah—!"

Having lost all defenses, the General Protector of the Nation was struck as if by lightning, his internal organs feeling as if they had been completely crushed.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his massive, mountain-like body flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Finally, he slammed heavily against the stone wall of the water prison and lost consciousness completely.

With just one strike, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

This seemingly effortless yet absolutely destructive scene completely shocked everyone present.