One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Two years later, on a sunny day, in the Sabaody Archipelago.

A gentle breeze blows, and countless giant soap bubbles shimmer with iridescent colors under the sunlight, slowly rising and then bursting.

This dreamlike island, located at the end of the first half of the Grand Line, remains as bustling and vibrant as ever.

Countless rookie pirates, harboring great ambitions and attempting to venture into the New World, converge here from all corners of the world, bringing with them a new storm and chaos.

In a bustling tavern in Mangrove Zone 46.

A group of men with very abstract appearances and vulgar behavior were making a lot of noise, attracting the attention of the surrounding drinkers, who dared not speak out in anger.

Upon closer inspection, the group's attire was utterly ridiculous.

The leader was a "fake Luffy" with a big belly and a face full of fat.

Beside him followed a skinny, charlatan-like "fake sniper king."

There was also a "fake Nami" who was overweight, had a pockmarked face, and wore cheap lipstick.

However, the most hilarious thing was the guy in the team who called himself the first mate.

He was a short, fat man, as round as a ball, wearing an ill-fitting black trench coat that dragged on the ground, covered in mud.

What's even more speechless is that this fat man actually drew a clumsy "Sharingan" pattern on his right eyelid with cheap red ink.

This "fake Victor" was standing arrogantly in front of the bar, shouting at it with an overbearing attitude:

"Ooioi! How do you run a business? Don't you have eyes?!"

"I am the Crimson Lotus Demon God, with a bounty of 2.5 billion!"

"He was the man who routed the navy in the Marineford War!"

"You dare ask me for money from this run-down tavern?!"

The waiter at the front desk was terrified by the group of menacing imposters, breaking out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly bent over, trembling, and repeatedly bowed in apology.

"terribly sorry!"

"Lady Honglian, we are truly sorry, we were blind to your greatness..."

Just as these imposters were running rampant.

In front of the bar, a stunningly beautiful girl with long, wavy orange hair sat quietly.

She had an amazing and perfect hot figure, wearing only a sexy bikini top on her upper body, and her fair skin looked particularly dazzling in the dim light of the bar.

The young girl was resting her chin on her hand, leisurely savoring the colorful wine in her glass.

As for the frantic shouting and commotion of the group of imposters behind them.

She completely ignored them, as if they were just a few noisy flies.

The ugly "fake Nami" noticed the radiant real beauty in front of the bar.

She noticed that all the other men in the tavern were staring at the orange-haired girl, and a surge of intense jealousy welled up inside her.

Moreover, seeing that the other party dared to completely ignore her group of "big shots," the fake Nami walked forward with heavy steps, clearly dissatisfied.

With her fleshy face raised her chin arrogantly, she slammed her hand on the bar counter and shouted a threat:

"Hey! Are you deaf, woman?"

"Do you know who we are? We're the Straw Hat Pirates!"

"If you anger our first mate, we can burn you to ashes in no time with our legendary black flames!"

Faced with this ridiculous threat, Nami put down her wine glass and sighed softly.

Without even turning her head, she simply stretched out her slender, delicate fingers and gently touched the peculiar dark purple "cotton candy" hanging from her waist.

"The air here is really stuffy, isn't it, Fortau?"

Nami's voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of languor and mockery.

"Besides... Viktor isn't that ugly."

Hearing this merciless mockery and contempt, the fat "fake Victor" felt utterly humiliated.

"What are you saying, woman?!"

"Go to hell!"

Enraged, his fat face flushed red, and he yanked out the broken wooden knife from his hand.

To appear profound and mysterious, he comically shouted out the name of a move he had somehow heard:

"Amaterasu!"

With that roar, the fake Viktor brandished his wooden sword and slashed fiercely at Nami's unsuspecting back.

However, Nami didn't need to do anything at all, let alone take action herself.

The thundercloud "Foto," which had been hanging quietly at her waist, seemed to sense the hostility directed at its master.

It suddenly opened its big, bright eyes, which were as dazzling as rubies, and the cute cloud-shaped cat ears on its head immediately stood up.

Deep within its dark purple marshmallow core, a scarlet windmill pattern is spinning rapidly.

"Sizzle—"

Forto simply opened his soft, cute mouth and casually spat out a purple spark of electricity behind him.

However, this seemingly faint spark of electricity underwent a dramatic transformation the moment it touched the imposter.

"boom!!!"

That tiny spark suddenly erupted into a terrifying high voltage of ten thousand volts!

The violent power of lightning poured forth unrestrained within the confined space.

With a deafening roar of thunder, half of the tavern's roof was instantly ripped off, sending thick beams and broken tiles flying everywhere.

The dazzling lightning caused everyone to lose their sight for a brief moment.

When the smoke and dust cleared.

The arrogant "fake Viktor" and the "fake Nami" standing next to him didn't even have time to let out a shrill scream.

They were instantly electrocuted by the terrifying lightning strike, turning into two stiff, charred corpses that fell straight to the ground.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining fake Straw Hat crew members were completely stunned.

They stared in horror at their charred companion on the ground, then at the orange-haired girl who hadn't even turned her head, and were terrified.

They scrambled forward, grabbed their unconscious companion, and ran off, disappearing into the end of the street.

The tavern was reduced to ruins, and sunlight streamed in again.

Outside the ruins, a strong man carrying a huge backpack, with bulging muscles and wearing a hood happened to pass by.

He stopped in his tracks, staring in disbelief at the stunningly beautiful girl who calmly walked out of the dilapidated tavern.

The man removed his hood, revealing his distinctive long nose, and his tone was filled with unbelievable surprise:

"Nami?"

……

Meanwhile, on the coast of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Accompanied by a chilling sound of wood snapping and collapsing.

A massive pirate ship, bearing the flag of a Nova Pirate Crew, is being cleaved in two by a smooth, mirror-like slash.

Seawater surged in, and the giant ship slowly sank into the cold seabed along the cut.

On the rocks by the shore, a dark green coat fluttered in the sea breeze.

After two years of hellish training, Zoro, with a sharp scar on his left eye, stood there steadily.

His eyes were cold and stern as he slowly sheathed the famous sword that exuded a chilling aura at his waist.

"Click".

With a crisp sound as the tsuba (guard) clashed against the scabbard, Zoro frowned and complained with obvious displeasure:

"What... Oh, I got on the wrong ship. What a bunch of fussy folks."

He turned around, looked at the intricate mangrove forest before him, and scratched his short green hair with a slight headache:

"Speaking of which, where exactly is mangrove number 42? Hopefully we haven't gone the wrong way."

Two years later, the swordsman was simply standing there casually.

The tangible aura of Asura emanating from him was terrifying, causing the seagulls around him to cry out and fly away.

……

On the other side of the Sabaody Archipelago lies a remote and deserted port.

A small boat without any markings quietly docked.

A tall figure, shrouded in a large black cloak, stepped steadily onto the solid ground of the island.

The moment the man's leather boots touched the grass, the surrounding air seemed to become incredibly heavy due to some invisible pressure, and even the breeze stopped moving.

The man slowly raised his head, revealing his handsome face with distinct features.

In the dim light, his eyes were finally revealed to the world.

His left eye still burned with that soul-chilling crimson light, the magatama pattern of the Eternal Kaleidoscope slowly flowing within it.

However, his right eye has undergone a dramatic transformation.

It was a pale purple eye with ancient, mysterious ripples around its pupil!

Rinnegan!

After more than two years of seclusion and the perfect convergence of Yin and Yang forces.

These legendary ultimate divine eyes, capable of controlling life and death, have finally descended upon this vast ocean!

Viktor took a deep breath of the long-missed air as he faced the gentle sea breeze of the Sabaody Archipelago.

Those heterochromatic pupils, one red and one purple, reflected the towering mangrove trees reaching into the clouds in the distance.

He slightly raised his chin, a familiar, composed smile playing on his lips.

"It seems we've arrived just in time."