One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Victor remained calm.

He walked step by step to the fallen Katakuri.

He looked down at the strongest general who had lost his fighting ability and slowly raised his right hand.

The Autumn Water sword, wreathed in deep black flames, emitted a low hum, its cold blade slowly hovering above the defeated man's broad chest.

With just a few inches of downward thrust, it could easily pierce this once indestructible body.

However, Victor did not immediately kill him; his gaze remained fixed on the man on the ground.

"Killing you so easily would be too lenient on Charlotte Linlin."

"As the impeccable masterpiece of the Big Mom Pirates, your life is quite valuable."

"Using you as a bargaining chip, that old woman would probably be willing to pay a considerable price."

"After all, I've heard that your Kingdom of Ten Thousand also possesses a Road Poneglyph?"

Accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain throughout his body, the dying Katakuri struggled to open his bloodshot eyes.

Viktor's cold and ruthless declaration clearly pierced his ears.

For Katakuri, having chosen the path of piracy filled with bloodshed and slaughter, defeat and death were his inevitable fate.

If he were to die on the battlefield due to inferior skills, he could accept the end with composure and peace.

However, throughout his life, he had always tried his best to maintain that "perfect" monster image in order to protect his younger siblings.

And now, this man in front of him is trying to capture him alive and use him as a bargaining chip to blackmail his most cherished family and clan!

This made him feel extremely ashamed; it was a trampling on his soul and bottom line!

Katakuri's previously dim eyes suddenly erupted with a terrifying rage and killing intent, like that of a trapped wild beast.

"Unforgivable..."

He clenched his teeth and suddenly raised his heavy left hand, grabbing the thick scarf that had covered his neck for half his life.

With a violent tearing sound, he ripped it open, revealing a terrifying gash filled with sharp fangs.

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

Katakuri tilted his head back and let out a hoarse laugh.

"What are you talking about, Guren..."

He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on Victor above him.

"In a life-or-death duel between men, there is no need for such hypocritical mercy!"

Before he could finish speaking, Katakuri made the most resolute choice of his life.

He directly burned the last spark of his life and will.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his abdominal muscles unleashed a chilling final burst of power.

The broken, tall body miraculously straightened upwards, like a lone wolf defending its territory, actively facing Viktor's sharp black blade hanging in mid-air, launching the last and most desperate charge of his life.

Pfft—!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out clearly in the ruins.

The sharp Shusui pierced Katakuri's heart with unimpeded precision, the cold blade protruding directly from his back.

Warm blood, like a burst dam, gushed out from the dark slit, then dripped onto the charred ruins below, blooming into alluring blood flowers.

The excruciating pain of having one's heart pierced was enough to drive anyone mad, but Katakuri's blood-covered face did not utter a single scream.

He suddenly raised his hands and grabbed Victor's arms tightly.

Katakuri's crimson eyes burst forth with an unprecedentedly bright light.

In that instant, his Observation Haki, which surpassed all limits, seemed to have truly transcended the dimension of time and glimpsed a certain destiny trajectory in the distant future.

"Red Lotus! I saw it!"

"Sooner or later... you'll experience the same failure as me!"

Katakuri's voice was hoarse and frantic, with the certainty of a dying prophecy.

A smile curved his lips, and the terrifying gash now seemed to exude a tragic dignity.

The man who defeated him will one day fall just like him.

With that final roar, the light in Katakuri's eyes dimmed rapidly, and the flame of his life was extinguished completely.

His hands, which were gripping Viktor's arm, gradually lost their strength and finally fell limply to the ground, crashing heavily onto the gravel beside him.

The greatest masterpiece of the Big Mom Pirates, who dedicated his entire life to protecting his family, ended his life in the most magnificent way.

Until the very last moment, the man showed no sign of being disheveled.

He chose his own way of dying.

Not to live in humiliation, but to die honorably as a pirate under the blade.

Viktor stood there, letting Katakuri's blood stain his sleeves.

He stared at the lifeless, imposing body before him and remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, Viktor slowly withdrew "Autumn Water" from the other man's chest.

It was accompanied by a chilling clang of a blade.

He flicked his wrist, casually flicking the crimson blood off the blade in mid-air, and then with a "clang," cleanly and neatly sheathed the black knife back into its scabbard at his waist.

Looking at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, Viktor's eyes remained calm as still water:

"Failure...?"

"I am a pirate. From the moment I set foot on this ocean, I must be prepared to die at any time."

This statement is both a response to Katakuri's choice and a belief he himself holds.

Life and death, success and failure, are all unavoidable parts of the pirate journey.

As this earth-shattering battle of the gods came to a complete end, the climate over Dressrosa began to change drastically.

The sky, which had been relatively clear, turned gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thick, lead-like clouds rolled in from nowhere, completely blocking out the warm sunlight and plunging the entire island into a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

"Plop...plop..."

Soon, sparse raindrops began to fall from the gloomy clouds.

Raindrops pounded on the charred and dilapidated ruins, stirring up clouds of dust.

In the midst of this bleak rain, deep within Viktor's mind, a long-lost, crisp mechanical notification sound rang out:

"[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully killed Charlotte Katakuri, the highest-ranking officer of the Big Mom Pirates and the leader of the Sweet Commanders.]"

"[World line changes, rewards are being calculated...]"

Listening to the echoing system notifications in my mind, I felt the cold rain gradually forming a curtain of rain.

Viktor gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked down at the man enveloped in rainwater.

Charlotte Katakuri.

Viktor murmured the name, as if giving a final footnote to an era.

He shook his head, stepped forward, and reached out to grab the collar of Katakuri's heavy body.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, Victor strode forward, leaving a long trail in the muddy ruins.

The dark rain gradually blurred his figure, leaving only a somewhat helpless complaint in the air:

"This is really troublesome. Let's find a place to bury him."

The rain drowned out his voice, and also drowned out all the noise and smoke on this battlefield.

Only one pirate remained, burying another pirate.