One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Inside the Baratie restaurant, in a chef's office decorated with a marine theme.

Several burly chefs were holding Luffy's arms and dragging him like a prisoner to Chef Zeff.

"Head chef! This is the culprit!"

Paddy pointed at Luffy and loudly complained, "That cannonball that fell from the sky and smashed the roof—that was this guy's doing!"

Zhefu, sitting behind his desk, looked rather disheveled.

His once pristine white chef's hat and uniform are now covered in black soot and burn marks.

Clearly, he was the direct victim of Luffy's "Gum Balloon" deflection of the cannonball.

Zeff stroked his two braided golden whiskers and glanced at Luffy with a nonchalant look.

"Did you do this, Straw Hat Boy?"

I could feel the deep, oppressive aura emanating from the other person, like the ocean itself.

Without any hesitation, Luffy immediately performed a standard dogeza (a deep bowing gesture), slamming his forehead hard against the floor.

"I'm so...so sorry!!"

Luffy shouted loudly, his attitude extremely sincere.

After a while, seeing that the other party did not move.

Luffy cautiously raised his head slightly, intending to secretly peek at the victim.

However, upon seeing this, his gaze froze instantly.

He saw that Zhefu's right leg was empty beneath his trousers, replaced by a hard wooden prosthetic.

Luffy's pupils dilated in shock, tears instantly gushing out, and he sobbed uncontrollably, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Waaaaah!! I'm so sorry, sir!! Your leg!! Did I accidentally blow your leg off?!"

"Fool!!"

Zeff's forehead veins bulged, and without any hesitation, he raised his wooden leg and kicked Luffy hard in the face.

"Bang!"

"My leg has been broken for who knows how many years! How could it possibly have been blown up by a mere brat like you! Don't flatter yourself!"

……

At the same time, the doors of the floating restaurant were pushed open.

The badly injured Forbodi and his sexy female companion, Moody, walked into the restaurant hand in hand.

Although he had changed into clean clothes, Forbodi's right hand was now wrapped in thick bandages like a giant dumpling, which looked quite comical.

Moody glanced at Forpody's injured hand and asked with some concern:

"Captain, is your hand... really alright? Perhaps we should call it a day..."

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright!"

Folpodi endured the excruciating pain in his wrist, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

He tried to force a smile, attempting to project the demeanor of a naval gentleman.

Although his right wrist was just broken by that hateful red-eyed brat.

But this did not deter his determination to get food; in fact, it made him even more determined.

He desperately needed to vent to soothe his wounded heart and body.

"It's just a...minor scratch. You know, training is always tough for a naval lieutenant. Hahaha."

He wrapped his undamaged left arm around Moody's waist, striking a dashing pose.

"Let's go in, the red wine here is quite good."

……

On the Going Merry.

"Ugh, Luffy, that idiot, why did he even go to apologize? He could have just blamed it on the Marines, since they were the ones who fired the cannonballs anyway."

Nami leaned on the railing, looking at the restaurant in the distance, and couldn't help but pout and complain.

Viktor stretched and yawned, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right. Luffy didn't bring a single penny with him."

"Huh?" Nami was taken aback.

"If Luffy doesn't bring money to compensate, given that head chef's temper, he'll probably be stuck washing dishes for the rest of his life."

"I'm hungry too, I'll take some Pele over to compensate them."

Victor dusted off his clothes. "While you're at it, let's try the food at this most famous restaurant in the East China Sea."

Upon hearing that the treasure would be used, Nami's expression showed some pain and reluctance.

But thinking about rescuing Luffy, he could only sigh helplessly.

"Oh, really... I want to go too! I need to keep an eye on you so you don't waste money!"

Viktor nodded, then turned to look at Zoro, who was dozing off against the mast with his sword in his arms, and Usopp, who was repairing the ship's side with a hammer.

"Hey, Zoro, Usopp. The ship is in your hands now."

"Don't worry, big brother! We're here for you!"

Johnny and Joseph immediately patted their chests in assurance, their eyes filled with admiration for Victor.

"Bring us back some good food! I want to eat big pieces of meat with bones!" Usopp shouted, waving his hammer.

"Gah gah gah! Grandpa, Clay wants one too!" Clay also flapped his wings and shouted loudly.

Then, Usopp seemed to realize something and stared wide-eyed at the two people standing on the ship's side.

"Hey, Victor... wait, the small boat is behind us..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, Viktor bent down, put one hand under Nami's legs and the other around her back, and lifted Nami up in a "princess carry".

"ah?!"

Nami's body suddenly lifted into the air, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

She instinctively struggled slightly, pressing her hands against Victor's chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Put me down right now!"

"The past is gone."

Viktor said innocently, "Taking a small boat is too slow, and you have to row, which is too much trouble."

Then, without any warning, he grabbed Nami and jumped straight into the sea below!

"ah!!!"

As Nami watched the sea draw ever closer, she couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.

She closed her eyes tightly, her hands instinctively gripping Viktor's clothes.

"You idiot!! Have you forgotten you can't swim?! We're going to drown!!"

call--

The wind whistled in my ears.

However, the suffocating feeling of the icy seawater hitting my face that I had expected did not come.

Instead, she felt a steady tremor, as if she had landed on solid ground.

"That's fine."

Viktor's chuckled voice reached my ears.

Nami cautiously opened one eye and looked down at her feet.

Upon seeing this, she was so shocked she almost cried out.

Viktor stood steadily on the surface of the sea, which was rising and falling with the waves!

It was as if there was an invisible membrane beneath his feet, keeping the seawater out, with only faint ripples spreading outwards.

After secretly practicing for a while, Viktor has become proficient at using chakra to tread water.

"Hold on tight, Miss Navigator."

Victor offered a reminder.

"Whoosh!"

Then, in a flash, Victor, carrying Nami, began to run swiftly across the sea as if walking on flat ground, leaving a white trail of waves behind him.

Usopp and Zoro on the ship were utterly astonished by what they saw.

"What... is that guy a ninja?" Zoro opened one eye.

"Ah...that's so cool! I really want to learn that move too! That way I won't be afraid of falling into the sea!" Usopp drooled with envy.

……

A few seconds later, on the deck of the floating restaurant.

Viktor landed lightly and put Nami down from his arms.

"arrive."

As soon as Nami's feet touched the ground, she immediately took two steps back as if she had been electrocuted.

She straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, the blush on her face not yet completely gone.

She didn't look at Victor, but instead walked straight toward the restaurant door with a stern face, her steps somewhat hurried.

Viktor scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Hmm...did I make a mistake again? Wasn't this the fastest way? And it didn't even get her shoes wet."

He shook his head, unable to understand the woman's thoughts, and then followed her.

"Creak—"

The two pushed open the huge fish-shaped door.

As soon as the door opened, an angry roar greeted them, shattering the restaurant's previously elegant atmosphere.

"oi! oi! oi! What kind of service is this?!"

In the center of the restaurant, Folpodi had one foot on a chair next to a table.

He slammed his bandaged right hand on the table and roared at a blond, curly-browed young chef in front of him:

"I'm a Navy Headquarters Lieutenant Commander! Iron Fist—Forbodi!!"

He pointed at the bowl of soup in front of him, his expression ferocious:

"You're going to give me this soup with flies in it?! This is an insult to the Navy!!"

"I can see the sullen look in your eyes! Say something, you bastard!"

"I have the right to arrest you! You curly-browed bastard chef!"

Across from him, the sous chef Sanji, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, was looking at him with a cold expression.

At the entrance.

Viktor watched this familiar scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Oh? Looks like you've come at the perfect time."