One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

In the early morning in the Flower Capital, the bright sunlight pierced through the thick fog that perpetually shrouded the outskirts of Wano Country, shining as usual onto the smooth and bustling cobblestone streets.

Pink cherry blossom petals twirled and fell in the breeze, and shops on both sides of the street gradually removed their doors, revealing a dazzling array of goods that gleamed with an alluring luster.

Ordinary people began their day's work by carrying loads on shoulder poles, while children played and laughed as they darted around the street corners.

Here, the music and dance are in full swing, and everything seems no different from usual.

At the highest point of Orochi Castle's keep, the enormous cross-shaped family crest banner bearing the iconic pattern of the Kurozumi family still flutters in the morning breeze.

However, beneath this facade of prosperity...

Inside the Great Serpent City, a ruthless and bloody purge is quietly unfolding in the shadows.

The side hall was dimly lit.

Denjiro still sported Kyoshiro's signature high-rising pompadour and wore a magnificent haori.

He sat at the long table, using the Orochi General's personal seal, under the pretext of "discussing the highest level of security for the upcoming Fire Festival."

In the name of the great serpent, take the serpent's left and right arms.

The leader of the Imperial Guard, "Fukurokuju," and the patrol chief, "Hobuki," were secretly summoned to this secluded side hall.

"Creak—Boom!"

The moment these two powerful Orochi confidants, along with more than a dozen of the most elite ninjas and samurai, stepped into the side hall.

The heavy solid wood door behind them was slammed shut by the ambushing men outside, the sound of the chains tightening clearly audible.

Beneath Fu Lu Shou's bald, long head, a pair of shrewd eyes suddenly narrowed.

Even the cloth bag, clad in heavy armor, was greatly alarmed.

They looked around, and seeing the gleaming swords that had suddenly appeared, they angrily pointed at Denjiro in front of them and roared:

"Kyoshiro! What do you mean by this?! How dare you ambush us here! Are you insane?!"

"You sycophantic gangster who rose to power through flattery, Lord Orochi will definitely not let you off the hook if he finds out! You'd better open the door right now!"

Faced with the blustering but cowardly rebukes of his former colleagues, Denjiro slowly rose from the seat of honor.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he reached out and ripped off the obsequious mask he had always worn.

A burning rage, a chilling hatred, erupted from those narrow eyes:

"Orochi-sama?"

"Heh heh, that bastard Kurozumi Orochi had his tendons severed last night and is lying in the death row down there like a dead dog!"

Denjiro drew his sword from his waist with a backhand motion, the snow-white blade pointing straight ahead:

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

"I am not Kyoshiro, I am Denjiro, one of the Nine Red Scabbards under the command of Lord Kozuki Oden!"

"Move them! Leave no one alive!!"

"kill!!"

At Denjiro's command, hundreds of elite yakuza and loyal samurai, who had been lying in ambush behind the screens and in the shadows of the side hall, swarmed forward like hungry wolves.

However, Fukurokuju and Hotei were, after all, top-tier combatants from Wano Country who had patiently served Orochi for many years.

After a brief period of extreme shock, their extensive combat experience allowed them to quickly regain their composure.

"Remnants of the Kozuki family... Oniwabanshu, form ranks and counterattack!"

Fu Lu Shou's hands moved like afterimages as he formed hand seals, unleashing a variety of bizarre and deadly ninjutsu.

Budai roared and brandished his heavy katana, unleashing a sky full of sharp sword energy.

They rallied their elite followers and launched a fierce counterattack inside the main hall.

The sounds of armor shattering and swords clashing filled the air, and scalding blood began to splatter onto the exquisite murals.

It was clear that the defensive line formed by the underworld warriors in the side hall was about to be broken through by Fu Lu Shou's endless stream of strange ninjutsu and Bu Dai's powerful sword energy.

Step, step.

A steady sound of footsteps suddenly rang out at the edge of the battlefield, where blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

Wearing a wide conical hat, Victor emerged unhurriedly from the shadows behind a stone pillar with a coiled dragon.

He looked at the stubbornly resisting enemy ahead, and the purple ripples and scarlet patterns in his eyes instantly intertwined and flowed.

Thought and spirit.

In an instant, a tremendous force beyond human comprehension descended.

Time within the entire side hall was briefly and forcibly suspended at this moment.

The still-warm, scarlet blood that splattered in mid-air instantly congealed into red pearls.

The gangster warrior, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace and mouth agape as he roared, froze in his charging stance.

The intensely burning flames of Fukurokuju's ninjutsu were also suspended in mid-air, the flames no longer flickering.

In that instant, the whole world lost all color and turned into pure black and white.

In this absolutely still black and white world, only Victor is free from any restrictions.

He strolled leisurely and steadily into the heart of the unsuspecting enemy ranks.

Viktor glanced down at the crazed expressions frozen on the faces of Fu Lu Shou and Bu Dai, then casually and gently raised the tsuba of the black sword "Qiu Shui" at his waist with his thumb.

A flash of extremely bright, cold light disappeared in the still, black-and-white world.

The blade sliced ​​through the air without making a sound.

After doing all this, Victor had already walked to the other side of the hall, one hand on his hat, his back to everyone.

Time resumed its flow, and vibrant colors instantly filled the world once more.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Denjiro, standing at the back, and everyone else in the arena, couldn't see exactly when Victor drew his sword.

In their line of sight, they could only see Fukurokuju and Budai, who had just been putting up a desperate resistance, as well as a dozen or so elite ninja confidants.

At the same time, their throats suddenly gushed out several feet of scalding blood without warning.

More than a dozen heads shot into the sky in unison, their bodies still in a forward-facing posture.

Then, like building blocks that had lost their support, they collapsed one after another onto the tatami mats stained with blood.

One move, and the whole group is beheaded!

The yakuza bosses and Oden retainers present all widened their eyes and gaped in horror at that moment.

Denjiro's hand gripping the long sword trembled violently, and a raging storm raged within him:

"Just now... what exactly happened in that instant...?"

Viktor remained calm as he slowly sheathed "Autumn Water".

He turned his head slightly, a gentle, enigmatic smile still playing on his lips beneath his straw hat, and uttered a wry remark:

"Alright, the two leading snakes have been dealt with."

"You're to deal with the remaining mobs and stragglers yourselves."

Denjiro swallowed hard, etching the awe in his heart into his very bones.

He bowed even more respectfully to Viktor's tall, straight back, lowering his head firmly.

"Yes! Thank you, Lord Victor!"

"I will handle the rest perfectly!"

Meanwhile, in the various samurai outposts, secluded taverns, and the usually bustling red-light districts of the Flower Capital.

Meanwhile, a purge of the garrison targeting the "Beasts Pirates" who were stationed here was also underway.

Denjiro's gangsters and trusted samurai, based on the top-secret intelligence that Kyoshiro had secretly and meticulously collected over the years, were able to gather information from Denjiro's underworld and trusted samurai.

They broke into smaller groups, armed with sharp blades, and without alerting the civilians, swiftly and decisively eliminated all of Kaido's spies, sentries, mutated Gifters, and the True Fighters in charge of command within the Flower Capital.

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh echoed continuously in the dark alley.

The entire cold underground waterway of the Flower Capital was stained thick with a large amount of dark red blood in just one morning.

But the streets above the towering walls remain bustling and noisy.

The commoner warriors here are still smiling, completely unaware of the earth-shattering changes that have taken place.

……

Three poles in the sun.

Viktor walked alone up the white jade steps of the Great Serpent Castle, which were covered with precious red carpets, to the top floor of the castle tower.

This is the power center of the entire Wano Country.

The hall was now empty; the geishas and retainers who had once indulged in debauchery had long since been cleared away.

The spacious hall was eerily quiet, with only the crisp sound of the morning breeze blowing in from the windows as it rustled through the bronze wind chimes hanging from the eaves.

Viktor walked unhurriedly to the center of the hall.

On the high steps stood a huge chair decorated with countless gold and silver treasures and precious animal hides.

That is the Shogun's Throne, representing the supreme ruling power of Wano Country.

On the armrest of the throne, there were still a few dark red bloodstains that had splattered when Orochi was injured last night.

Viktor looked at the throne that countless people had fought tooth and nail for, his face remaining expressionless.

He strode forward and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

He leaned back comfortably in the expensive leather chair, his long legs crossed, his hands casually resting on the golden dragon head armrests, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

Viktor looked down through the several fully open carved shoji doors at the bustling city of flowers below.

Looking at this beautiful landscape, Viktor's lips slowly curved into a smile.

This absolute sense of control—having the fate of a nation and the lives of countless people at your fingertips—is truly captivating.

He turned his head slightly and murmured something softly:

"This feeling is actually quite nice..."

The voice just fell.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Suddenly, the sound of wooden clogs tapping on the floor came from behind the screen in the hall.