One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"Hey!! I'm a customer! A customer who paid!!"

Fulpodie put one foot on the chair and roared at Sanji in front of him, spitting everywhere.

It seemed like they wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration and anger they had been holding in.

He felt a surge of relief in his heart!

Damn it, I can't afford to mess with that red-eyed, freakish pirate, but do you think I can't teach a mere restaurant chef a lesson?!

However, faced with his rage, Sanji simply held a cigarette in his mouth, head down, bangs obscuring half his face, his voice low and cold:

"Can money...fill my stomach...?"

"ha?"

Forbodi paused for a moment, and hearing the gloomy tone and seeing the strange aura emanating from the other person, he felt a strange sense of tension in his heart.

But he quickly realized that he was a naval captain!

Enraged, he slammed his fist on the table again and roared:

"What nonsense are you spouting! I am..."

"Bang!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a black afterimage flashed past his eyes.

Without any warning, Sanji launched a flying kick and slammed it hard into Fulpodie's chin.

"Puwa!"

Forbodi flew backward like a sandbag, crashing into the table behind him.

Before he even landed, Sanji had already taken a step forward, grabbed his collar with one hand, and lifted him off the ground.

Sanji's exposed eyes were filled with icy rage as he stared intently at Fulpodie:

"I'm asking you—can money fill your stomach?!"

This sudden violent turn of events shocked everyone in the restaurant.

Diners screamed and scattered, turning the once elegant dining environment into a complete mess.

Standing at the doorway, Nami watched this scene, her mouth agape, and murmured:

"What... what's going on here... how come the chefs here are fiercer than pirates?"

"You little brat! Here you go again! Sanji!!"

Just then, another rough roar came from ahead.

A muscular chef in a black chef's uniform, Paddy, charged at Sanji wielding a huge fork, roaring:

"What are you doing to our guests! You violent chef!"

"What are you talking about? Don't just call me by my name, you bastard Patty."

Sanji glanced back at him, his eyes still cold.

"You stinking cook, you have no right to call me stinking cook! No customers, no restaurant! Are you trying to ruin this place?!" Paddy roared.

"How are the guests?"

Sanji showed no sign of backing down; instead, his tone became even more chilling:

"This guy not only wasted precious food, but also insulted the dishes that the chef had poured his heart and soul into making, so I had to teach him a lesson."

With that, Sanji tossed Folbourne to the ground like trash.

"Cough cough..."

Forbodi, clutching his newly injured chin, got up from the ground with a ferocious expression.

Looking at the menacing chefs around him, his fear turned into a frenzied hysteria.

"What kind of chefs are you...? What kind of chefs are you?!"

He pointed at Sanji, his eyes bloodshot, and roared:

"I'm a Navy Lieutenant! I'm going to destroy this shop! I'm contacting the government right now! Send troops to bomb this place to the ground!!"

Upon hearing "destroy this shop," Sanji's expression instantly turned extremely terrifying, and a murderous aura, like that of a demon, erupted from his body.

"In that case, I have no choice but to kill you now!!"

The cigarette dangling from Sanji's lips glowed intermittently as he walked step by step towards Fulpodie. "You think you're so great, you bastard!"

"Hey! Sanji! Stop!"

"Calm down!"

Upon seeing this, several chefs nearby were immediately alarmed and rushed forward to grab Sanji's waist and arms, desperately trying to stop him.

"Let me go! Let me kill this bastard who wastes food!"

At the entrance.

"Ah...it's really going to break out."

Nami looked at the chaotic scene, rubbing her forehead in exasperation, and tugged at Viktor's sleeve beside her.

"Hey, Viktor, we've paid to ransom Luffy, let's leave now."

"This store is too strange; I have a feeling it's going to get into big trouble."

Victor leaned against the doorframe, looking at the blond, curly-browed chef, a smile playing on his lips.

"No, isn't this quite interesting?"

"What's so funny about this?!" Nami yelled at him in despair.

"BOOM!!!"

Just then, a loud crash came from the ceiling above, followed by the shattering of wooden planks and a cloud of dust.

Two entangled figures, accompanied by a large amount of wood chips, fell directly from the second floor and crashed heavily onto the central floor of the restaurant.

"Cough cough... What's wrong this time?!"

"W-What happened? Is it an enemy attack?"

Chaos erupted again in the restaurant, with diners bewildered by the series of "surprises."

Some diners were so frightened that they crawled under the table.

The dust and smoke dissipated.

"Luffy!!"

Nami looked at the figure wearing a straw hat who had climbed out of the ruins and immediately showed a look of surprise.

The other chefs around also recognized the other person and exclaimed in surprise:

"Boss?! What are you doing?!"

There stood Chef Zeff, who had lost a leg, staring wide-eyed at Luffy.

"Ah, Viktor, Nami! Hehehe, you've come to save me!"

Luffy picked up the straw hat that had fallen to the side, dusted it off, and grinned at the two people at the door, completely oblivious to the trouble he had caused.

But then, an angry Zeff grabbed him by the collar.

"You brat! It's all your fault!"

Zeff pointed to the large hole in the ceiling, his mustache bristling with anger:

"My restaurant's ceiling! It was just repaired! It's all your fault! Pay up!!"

"Huh?! You kicked me, old man, and that's when you broke it!!" Luffy retorted, dissatisfied. "You're half responsible too!"

"Shut up! In my restaurant, what I say goes!"

Just as the two were arguing, the chefs who were holding Sanji were almost unable to stop them and couldn't help but shout for help:

"Boss! Forget about the ceiling! Stop Sanji! He's going to kill someone!"

"Um?"

Zeff turned his head and his gaze instantly locked onto Sanji, who was brimming with murderous intent and ready to make a move.

"Sanji...you brat! What have you been doing in the shop again?"

"Stop babbling, you old geezer."

Although Sanji verbally retorted, he subconsciously stopped what he was doing when he saw Zeff's gloomy eyes, scoffed, and turned his head away.

"What did you say?! Who do you think you are talking to?! This is my restaurant, you brat!"

Without hesitation, Zeff's sturdy wooden leg transformed into a blur as he delivered a powerful kick to Sanji's face.

"Bang!"

Sanji was kicked flying, tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

This series of violent incidents completely shattered Forbodi's worldview.

He knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face, his teeth chattering as he looked at the group of chefs who resembled pirates even more than pirates themselves.

"What's wrong with this restaurant... it's practically a pirate ship..."

He wanted to run, but his legs were too weak to stand up.

"Hey, you scumbag."

Suddenly, a voice so familiar it gave him nightmares came from the side.

Forbodi's body suddenly stiffened, and then, like a rusty machine, he mechanically turned his head little by little.

What came into view was Victor, leaning against the door, smiling at him.

Those signature red eyes were gleaming with a mocking light.

"Ah...ah...you..."

Volpodi's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his body trembled violently uncontrollably. The arrogance he had displayed when facing Sanji vanished in an instant.

What's that demon doing here?!

"Get out of here!"

Viktor tilted his head, his tone gentle, "Or do you want me to cripple your other hand too?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll get out of here right now!!"

Forbodi let out a terrified scream, his survival instinct kicking in instantly.

He used both hands and feet, scrambling and crawling towards the gate at an astonishing speed.

He didn't even glance at his female companion, Moody, who was still sitting on the ground in a daze, completely forgetting about her.

The restaurant became much quieter instantly.

"Um?"

Having finished his chores, Zeff turned his head, his gaze passing over Luffy, and looked at Viktor and Nami standing at the door.

His gaze sharpened as he looked the two of them up and down.

"And who...who are you?"