One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

As Viktor's light yet resounding words, "There's one more thing," fell to the ground.

Everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing.

Luffy, who had just been eating meat with gusto, stopped chewing. Law, who was holding a map, also turned around and cast a questioning look at him.

Viktor slowly took a step forward, and under the watchful eyes of many who didn't understand, walked straight to the corner of the long table.

There, Kanjuro was sweating profusely, holding his rice bowl in both hands, pretending to be nonchalant as he frantically ate his rice.

Victor stopped and looked down at the warrior.

A mocking smile slowly crept onto his lips:

"Stop acting. I've seen all those little tricks you're using to secretly try to pass information to the outside world."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The sound of the wind seemed to freeze at that moment, followed by an incredible gasp.

Kin'emon was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His eyes widened, and the wine cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Lord Victor!"

Kin'emon suddenly stood up, disregarding the proper etiquette of hierarchy, and directly blocked Kanjuro's path with his large body.

With a look of urgency on his face and veins bulging on his forehead, he explained to Victor, "There must be some misunderstanding!"

"Kanjuro is my brother who has been with me for many years, through thick and thin, sharing life and death."

"How could he possibly be that usurper Kurozumi Orochi...?"

Faced with Kin'emon's weak and feeble explanation, Victor didn't waste any words.

He simply raised his right hand casually and tossed a small painted bird onto the wooden table.

It was a specially made bird painting that he had intercepted silently along the way, used specifically for transmitting top-secret intelligence; the ink on it was still wet.

Looking at the painted bird that should have been soaring into the sky, Kanjuro's expression of fear and grievance, which he had been trying to maintain, froze completely in that instant.

His supposedly "perfect acting skills" were, from the very beginning, nothing more than a ridiculous joke to be enjoyed by this man with terrifying insight.

Knowing that they had been completely exposed and there was no room for further explanation.

Kanjuro simply stopped trying to cover up that disgusting act.

He slowly stood up from the table and pushed aside the barrier that was blocking his way.

His originally comical and honest face seemed to change instantly, turning cold and sickly.

His facial features were contorted, revealing a kind of insane obsession.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Kanjuro tilted his head back and burst into wild laughter.

"As expected of the great pirate who shook the New World, Crimson Victor... his insight is truly astounding!"

He turned his head and looked at Kin'emon, who was staring blankly at him, with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot:

"Kin'emon, you hopeless idiot! I am Kurozumi Kanjuro!"

Kanjuro spread his hands, looked up at the sky, and spoke with a hint of madness and morbid regret:

"What a pity! My most outstanding stage play, to which I have poured my heart and soul, has been abruptly ended like this!"

"However, since the curtain has fallen, let's end it with blood!"

With a chilling laugh, Kanjuro suddenly pulled the huge paintbrush from his waist.

He swung the brush rapidly in mid-air, splashing ink everywhere.

The previously concealed poor drawing skills instantly revealed their true, masterful ability.

Thick ink swirled in the air, and several lifelike, enormous ink cranes, exuding an extremely dangerous aura, appeared out of thin air.

They let out mournful cries and swooped down on their unsuspecting companions.

At the same moment that Suzuru created chaos, Kanjuro himself transformed into a black afterimage, his face revealing a fierce glint, and pounced on the young Momonosuke like a hungry wolf.

He knew very well that in this desperate situation, the only way to escape was to take the young master of the Kozuki clan hostage.

Momonosuke was so frightened by the sight of his former retainer, who was charging at him with a ferocious expression and a sharp blade in his hand, that his legs went weak and he collapsed onto the cold, muddy ground.

His mind was blank, his eyes filled with despair and confusion, and he could only utter unconscious murmurs:

"Kanjuro...why...?"

"Kanjuro! Are you insane?!"

"Stop right there! You shameless traitor!"

Faced with Kanjuro's sudden and deadly attack, Kin'emon, Tenguyama Hitetsu, and the others from Wano Country were all terrified.

They shouted and tried to stop them, but they were too far away to help in time.

However, in stark contrast to the panic of the people in Wano Country, the Straw Hat crew and Law and the others remained completely still.

They simply sat there, coldly observing what they saw as a farce that resembled a clown's antics.

Because they knew all too well that trying to outsmart Viktor would be tantamount to suicide.

At this critical moment.

A hint of crimson flashed in Viktor's eyes.

In those eyes, which were like abysses, intricate and delicate kaleidoscope patterns flowed instantly.

Just as Kanjuro's ink-stained fingertips were centimeters away from Momonosuke's hem, the moment arrived.

He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt, and his consciousness was forcibly dragged into a blood-red mental space.

His forward-leaning body froze instantly in mid-air, the fanaticism and ferocity on his face not even having a chance to fade.

The fierce black cranes that pounced on the crowd instantly collapsed into puddles of harmless ink, spilled onto the grass, because they had lost the mental support of the ability users.

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard.

Kanjuro slammed heavily into the mud in front of Momonosuke.

The enormous impact created a sizable crater in the soft grass.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

A moment later, under the astonished and even somewhat frightened gazes of the crowd, Kanjuro, who had been lying in the deep pit, actually stood up straight.

He did not utter any painful groans, nor did he continue his attack.

At this moment, his eyes were completely unfocused, empty like two bottomless black holes, and his face showed no emotion whatsoever.

He mechanically pulled out paintbrushes and specially made paper from his pocket.

In front of everyone, he began to write rapidly on the paper.

It was a false intelligence report about the Straw Hat crew's whereabouts, filled with information that Viktor wanted the enemy to see.

Seeing Kanjuro standing there like a puppet after writing the false information, Victor withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

He turned to look at Luo beside him and said in a calm tone:

"From today onwards, he will continue to pass on information to Kurozumi Orochi."

"However... what he was conveying was all the 'good news' that we asked him to convey."

"For example, our internal conflicts, and our false hiding places."

Hearing Viktor's nonchalant explanation, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

He actually used some kind of powerful illusion magic to forcibly rewrite the other party's subconscious, turning an inside agent into an intelligence tool that was manipulated in reverse.

Upon hearing this, Luo adjusted the brim of his polka-dot hat, a knowing smile curving his lips.

This strategy involves squeezing every last bit of value out of the enemy, turning a disadvantage into a significant strategic advantage without bloodshed.

This is indeed very much in line with the consistent style of Honglian in charge.

Viktor turned around and looked at Kin'emon, whose face was ashen, and Momonosuke, who was still in shock.

"He's now in your hands."

Kin'emon clenched his teeth, tears welling up in his red eyes.

Looking at the traitor he once regarded as a brother, who had now become such a pitiful figure, he was filled with indescribable regret and self-blame.

If it weren't for Lord Victor's keen insight...

Their grand plan to restore Wano Country was probably ruined long ago by this traitor.

"thump."

Kin'emon's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees.

"Hi, Sir Victor, thank you for your help... I will... handle it."

He knelt in the mud, weeping bitterly for his blindness and stupidity, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground.

Momonosuke, who was standing to the side, also knelt down on the ground, his small body trembling uncontrollably.

Having witnessed this series of changes, we saw Kanjuro's fate as a puppet.

They felt a deeper sense of awe and submission to Victor's unpredictable and ruthless methods, as well as his immense kindness in saving the Kozuki clan.

At this moment, in their hearts, the first mate's authority had surpassed everything else.

Kin'e led the puppet-like Kanjuro away.

Law withdrew his gaze and laid the map of Wano Country flat on the table again.

He picked up his pen and continued explaining the upcoming plans to Luffy, Zoro, and the others:

"Alright, now that the obstacle has been removed..."

"Straw Hat Master, let's discuss in detail the next plan to draw enemy fire..."