One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

A light, cold rain began to fall over the Flower City.

Viktor wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and a dark-colored ronin robe.

He walked unhurriedly through the deserted streets, heading straight for the brightly lit and heavily guarded Great Serpent City in the city center.

Outside the Great Serpent City, torches blazed brightly on the towering walls.

A large number of patrolling samurai and hidden ninjas from the shadows instantly noticed the intruder who made no attempt to conceal his presence.

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass on the general's residence!"

With a sharp shout, the door burst open.

Hundreds of fully armed samurai and elite ninjas wielding concealed weapons surged forth like a black tide.

Their faces were menacing as they drew their katana from their waists, attempting to hack the arrogant swordsman to pieces in an instant.

However, Viktor did not falter in the face of this overwhelming killing intent.

Just as the first few warriors raised their swords...

Om-!

A dark red Conqueror's Haki, centered on Viktor, transformed into a terrifying, tangible storm that swept outwards.

The water on the ground was instantly shattered by the shock, turning into a mist that filled the sky.

Those samurai and ninjas who were fierce and menacing just a moment ago felt as if their brains had been struck by an invisible, heavy hammer, and their souls had instantly fallen into an endless abyss.

The weapons in their hands fell limply to the ground.

Hundreds of self-proclaimed elite serpent guards, their eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth, collapsed in the mud and water like felled wheat, completely unconscious.

Viktor stepped over the bodies lying scattered on the ground and walked straight into the castle tower that symbolized supreme power.

Meanwhile, in the most luxurious hall deep within the castle tower of the Flower Capital Orochi Castle.

Hiyori Kozuki sat upright on a cushion in the corner, holding her expensive shamisen in her arms, her slender fingers mechanically plucking the strings.

At this moment, her stunningly beautiful face was devoid of its usual charm, and her expression appeared somewhat lost.

Viktor was like a persistent nightmare, leaving her heart in turmoil.

In stark contrast to Hiyori's sullenness and absent-mindedness was the current shogun of Wano Country, Kurozumi Orochi, who sat in the main seat of the hall.

His ugly, broad face was flushed with the rosy glow of drunkenness as he embraced several trembling, exquisitely beautiful geishas.

He roamed his rough hands freely over the geishas' bodies while frantically gulping down expensive sake.

He would occasionally let out a piercing "hahahaha" laugh, like a night owl, reveling in the taste of power.

A moment later, another large jar of fine wine was emptied.

The giant snake smacked its lips, still seemingly unsatisfied, and impatiently slammed the empty wine jar in its hand heavily onto the expensive wooden floor, making a crisp "bang".

"Where's the wine?! Why is there no wine left?!"

The giant snake, with its unpleasant voice, shouted commands towards the outside of the hall.

"Are all the guards outside slacking off? Go to the wine cellar immediately and bring me the finest wine!"

However, as time ticked by, there was no response from the corridor outside, and even the footsteps of the servants who were usually at his beck and call had vanished without a trace.

The entire castle tower was eerily quiet at that moment, with only the monotonous and faint "drip-drip" sound of the night rain hitting the eaves.

Hiyori, who had been absent-minded, also noticed this unusual anomaly.

Her fingers paused, and the music from the shamisen abruptly stopped.

The geishas held in the giant snake's arms seemed to sense something was amiss, and they all covered their mouths, their faces pale as they stared at the tightly closed, ornate shoji doors.

Outside the paper door, which was illuminated by candlelight, a tall silhouette wearing a straw hat had appeared out of nowhere.

The silhouette remained motionless, yet it exuded a sense of oppression that made one feel as if they were falling into an ice cave.

At the same time, an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood wafted in through the crack in the door.

The glaringly bright red blood was silently trickling through the gaps in the shoji doors, like winding little red snakes, slowly flowing into the hall covered with expensive carpets.

"Who's pretending to be a ghost?!"

The serpent sobered up a bit and roared fiercely, though it was all bark and no bite.

"boom--!"

His response was a deafening thud.

The sturdy and ornate shoji door was shattered by an invisible, violent force.

Countless sharp wood chips mixed with scraps of paper flew into the hall like projectiles.

Amidst the rolling night wind and rain, Victor casually carried Qiu Shui in his right hand and stepped steadily into the hall.

The giant snake was terrified when it saw the man who looked like he had walked out of hell.

He roughly shoved the screaming geisha away from his arms, his obese body tumbling and crawling back on the tatami mat until he reached the corner of the wall.

"Guards! Protect me! Where are the Imperial Guards?! Come quickly to my rescue!"

The giant snake flailed its arms wildly, trying to shout for help at the top of its lungs.

But his desperate cries for help were interrupted by Viktor's amused voice:

"No need to waste your energy shouting."

"Inside this castle tower, apart from you few, there is no living thing left that can breathe."

Viktor slightly raised his head, his gaze beneath his straw hat fixed on the large snake in the corner as if it were a corpse.

In the corner, Hiyori stared blankly at the man standing there with a sword in his hand, forgetting even to breathe.

She knew better than anyone just how formidable the defenses of this great serpent city were, and how overwhelming the garrison was—it was an absolute ironclad fortress where not even a fly could escape!

However, this man in front of them had silently slaughtered all the elite guards on both the outer and inner sides of the city without triggering any city-wide alarms.

He strolled leisurely to the front of the supreme ruler of Wano Country.

This terrifying power, akin to a dimensional reduction attack, left Hiyori's mind blank.

At this point, the giant serpent, driven to the brink of despair and realizing it had nowhere to escape, was finally driven to paranoia and madness by extreme fear.

"Don't look down on me! I am the ruler of Wano Country!"

"I am an absolute being protected by the gods!"

The giant snake roared with bloodshot eyes, and its body suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Without hesitation, he activated the power of his rare Devil Fruit—the Zoan-type Mythical Zoan-type Snake-Snake Fruit, Yamata no Orochi form.

With a sound of bones expanding, the giant snake's originally short and stout body suddenly swelled and grew larger.

The violent force shattered the exquisite wooden roof of the castle tower, causing the tiles and giant logs to collapse with a deafening roar.

Amidst the flying ruins and night rain, eight enormous, ugly, and ferocious snake heads danced wildly in the night sky.

Just like a world-destroying monster descending from mythology, it let out a deafening, violent roar.

Eight enormous vertical pupils radiated a fierce light of greed and resentment, firmly fixed on Viktor, who looked as insignificant as an ant below.

Deadly green venom and blazing crimson flames brewed wildly in the gaping maws of the different snake heads.

The intense heat and toxic fumes instantly transformed the magnificent hall into a burning, desolate ruin.

Facing this enormous, ferocious beast that seemed to have stepped out of mythology, Victor slightly raised his head.

He looked at the arrogant Yamata no Orochi with undisguised contempt and mockery:

"It's just a deformed reptile with a few extra heads, yet it dares to claim divine protection?"

Viktor slowly raised the Shusui in his hand, and dark red Armament Haki instantly wrapped around the blade, emitting a series of heart-palpitating booming sounds:

"Since you have eight heads... then I'll chop you off eight times."

The battle erupted instantly, but it was a completely unequal, one-sided massacre.

"Die! You arrogant pirate!"

The giant snake roared, and its three heads opened their mouths simultaneously.

Venom poured down like a torrential rain, and blazing flames swept across the entire hall like pillars of fire.

However, these seemingly devastating attacks couldn't even touch the hem of Viktor's clothes.

In an instant, Viktor's figure transformed into a series of elusive, dark red afterimages.

He moved through the sea of ​​fire and poisonous rain as if strolling in a garden.

Swish!

The first cut!

Viktor's figure appeared in mid-air like a ghost, and his black sword, Autumn Water, drew a perfect crescent-shaped arc in the night sky.

The enormous snake's neck, which was attempting to tear it apart with its gaping maw, was instantly severed by the incomparably sharp sword energy before it could even react.

Second knife!

As Viktor fell, he lightly stepped on the air with both feet, causing his body to rise even higher.

The black blade cleaved Mount Hua from top to bottom, splitting the ugly head that was spraying deadly venom in two neatly!

The glint of the blade, like snow, illuminated the dark night sky.

Blood rained down, scattering across the ruins of the castle tower!

"Ouch! Ouch! That hurts!"

Accompanied by the giant serpent's heart-wrenching, agonizing screams.

One after another, those enormous snake heads were mercilessly severed by the flawless black blade light.

It crashed heavily into the ruins like a giant meteorite, stirring up clouds of dust.

Hiyori was so terrified by the apocalyptic scene that she collapsed in a corner, sitting under a barely safe section of the ruins.

She didn't bother wiping the rain and dust off her face; her eyes were unfocused as she stared blankly up at the battle in the night sky.

That monster that used brutal methods to oppress the people of Wano Country for twenty years, that nightmare monster that made countless samurai feel deep despair and powerlessness.

At this moment, in the hands of the man wearing a straw hat, it appeared so clumsy and fragile, like fish on a chopping board being casually cut.

This display of absolute power was deeply imprinted on the depths of Hiyori's constantly trembling soul.

The seventh blinding dark red blade flashed past.

The seventh enormous snake head was mercilessly severed at the root.

The Devil Fruit power within the giant serpent's massive body finally gave way due to the insurmountable damage it had suffered.

The enormous headless remains shrank rapidly in a thick cloud of purple smoke.

When the purple smoke dissipated, the giant snake transformed back into the short, fat, and ugly charcoal-covered patriarch.

At this moment, the giant snake was covered in wounds torn by the sword energy, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Deep, bone-revealing knife wounds covered his entire body, leaving him without the strength to even stand. He collapsed miserably in a pool of blood that had reached above his feet, like a dead dog whose spine had been removed.

Seeing Viktor slowly approaching with a blood-dripping black knife, Orochi's mental defenses completely collapsed.

He desperately used his hands to pull at the broken planks on the ground, moving his heavy body backward.

His ugly face was covered with snot and tears mixed with blood.

He had lost all his general's authority, frantically banging his forehead against the floor in front of Viktor, emitting pig-like cries of begging for mercy:

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

"I'll give you whatever you want!"

"The treasures of Wano Country, its women, even the position of shogun—it's all yours!"

"I don't want to die!"

Victor stopped in front of the giant snake.

He looked down at the homeless dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

For such scum who causes immense suffering to the entire nation for his own selfish desires, death is his only destiny.

Viktor slowly raised the blood-soaked black knife in his hand, its cold blade precisely aimed at the serpent's neck.

At this critical moment.

Hiyori, who had been slumped in the corner of the ruins, seemed to be suddenly awakened by some obsession.

She didn't know where she got the strength, but she struggled to her feet from the waterlogged ground.

Her eyes were red and swollen, tears mingling with the rain as she slid down her cheeks. Facing that towering, seemingly invincible figure, she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Stop, Lord Victor!"