One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"Hey! Sanji! You stinky cook! Get out of the way!!"

Paddy, holding a huge fork and sweating profusely, roared at the blond figure blocking the pirates' path.

"Are you crazy? He's Krieg! That ruthless ruler of the East Sea!"

"Sanji! Wake up! If you give him food, he'll definitely take revenge on this restaurant once he regains his strength! Get out of the way!!"

Another cook, Carl, gripped the rolling pin tightly, his voice trembling.

The diners in the restaurant also recovered from their initial shock, and the whispers gradually turned into angry denunciations.

"Exactly! That kind of scum deserves to die!"

"Who told him to commit so many evil deeds and rob so many merchant ships!"

"It's only natural that we'd be killed by pirate hunters! Is that curly-browed cook trying to kill us? Get out of the way!"

Chef Zhefu stood with his arms crossed by the railing on the second floor.

Beneath the tall chef's hat, a pair of sharp eyes were fixed on the two people facing off downstairs, but no sound was uttered.

Everyone in the store was denouncing Sanji.

Facing the condemnation of everyone, Sanji bit his lip tightly, his jawline taut.

His face was terribly gloomy, but he did not back down even slightly.

"Final warning."

Viktor held his longsword horizontally, the blade reflecting the candlelight in the restaurant, the incredibly sharp tip only a centimeter away from Sanji's nose.

"Move aside, chef."

Viktor's voice was as calm as a stagnant pool, and his scarlet Sharingan eyes stared coldly at Sanji.

"The man lying on the ground is Creek, the overlord of the East Blue with a bounty of fifty million Berries."

"He's a complete scumbag who'll stop at nothing to win."

"Saving him is tantamount to murder."

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Sanji stared defiantly into Viktor's imposing eyes through the rising bluish-white smoke.

"I don't understand any of your high-sounding principles, you red-eyed brat."

Sanji's voice was deep, with a stubborn hoarseness.

"What East China Sea Overlord, what scum... all I can hear is this man's stomach growling."

"That's enough for a chef."

Sanji slowly raised one foot, the black leather shoe gleaming dangerously under the light.

"Want to kill him? Fine. But before he finishes his meal..."

"...No one can touch him."

"Oh?"

Viktor narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his sword moved forward slightly, almost touching Sanji's nose.

"Would you risk your life for a complete stranger? Is this your code of chivalry?"

"Even if it means the restaurant is engulfed in flames, and your benefactor Zhefu is put in danger?"

"This is not chivalry."

Sanji did not flinch, letting the sword energy pierce a small patch of skin on the tip of his nose, and a drop of blood slowly slid down.

He simply looked calmly at Viktor and said, word by word:

"This is just the bare minimum for a chef who has been hungry."

"If I can't even feed hungry people, then I don't deserve to stand in this restaurant, much less call myself a chef!"

The air seemed to freeze.

Luffy held his straw hat, remaining motionless, his calm gaze fixed on his two companions who were drawing their swords against each other, without uttering a word.

however.

In that tense moment, when both men were focused intently on each other, a tense standoff ensued.

"Gurgle..."

A sound like a wild beast swallowing broke the suffocating silence.

Viktor's Sharingan with its two tomoe suddenly glanced downwards.

In his dynamic vision, the massive body on the ground was originally on its last legs, as if it could hardly move a finger.

At this moment, all the muscles in his body suddenly twitched and tensed violently, like a dying wild beast.

That was adrenaline triggered by extreme hunger.

Viktor curled his lips into a smile, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Damn it...that's mine...!!"

Creek, who had been lying on the ground, had somehow raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated. He didn't look at the sword in Viktor's hand, but stared intently at the steaming seafood fried rice in Sanji's hand.

He sensed the terrifying killing intent emanating from the red-eyed boy—a gaze that truly threatened to sever his head without hesitation!

If he doesn't fight desperately, he really will die here!

If I don't eat soon... I'm really going to die!

"Give it to me!!!"

Accompanied by a hoarse and frantic roar.

Krieg's massive body suddenly unleashed an astonishing speed completely inconsistent with his weakened state.

Instead of attacking Viktor, who posed the greatest threat to him, he chose the "benefactor" who had turned his back on him to protect him.

"Bang!"

"Varied……?!"

Sanji was completely focused on defending against Viktor's sword, never expecting that the "guest" he was supposed to protect would suddenly attack from behind.

Ah Jin, standing next to him, stared wide-eyed, wanting to shout but unable to make a sound.

"Hmm!"

Sanji felt a tremendous force slam into his waist, causing him to lose his balance and stumble to the side, the plate slipping from his hand.

"Splash—"

Creek pounced on him like a vicious dog, snatched the plate in mid-air, and then scrambled to a corner of the restaurant.

He didn't care about the dignity of being an "admiral" at all, nor did he pay attention to the disdainful looks from those around him.

He grabbed the scalding hot fried rice with his filthy hands and, ignoring the high temperature, frantically stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm! Mmm! Delicious!!!"

"This is food!! This is life!!"

Rice spilled onto his blond beard and his mud-covered armor.

But he didn't care at all, like a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten meat for hundreds of years, making a chilling swallowing sound from his throat.

"Haha... I'm alive again... The power... is surging up..."

The scene fell silent instantly.

Sanji steadied himself by holding onto the railing, looking at the man in the corner who had abandoned his humanity for food. Instead of anger, he showed a relieved expression.

He dusted himself off and relit the cigarette in his mouth.

"Hmph, I knew it... Doesn't he look quite energetic?"

however.

Before Creek could even swallow his second bite, a killing intent even colder and purer than before instantly enveloped him.

His whole body stiffened instantly, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was at his neck.

Viktor naturally wouldn't give him the chance to recover his strength, put on his gear, and wreak havoc again.

"Instantaneous Movement Technique"

A dark shadow flashed by.

Krick looked up in horror, only to see Viktor's eerily swirling red eyes.

"Illusion Technique: The Technique of Seeing Naraku".

Victor whispered.

"boom!"

Crick's mind exploded instantly.

The real-world scene has disappeared.

Instead, there was that raging Grand Line, and that hawk-eyed man who had destroyed fifty of his warships, a nightmare to behold!

That was the deepest fear in his heart.

"No...don't..."

Creek's body froze instantly, his pupils dilated, and the grains of rice in his hand fell to the ground.

"Die."

In reality, Victor was already by his side.

He raised his foot and slammed Creek's head against the hard wall without mercy, rendering him unable to move.

Then, he gripped the longsword tightly with both hands, unleashed his chakra, and used all his strength to slash fiercely at his thick neck!

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

That was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through muscle and severing cervical vertebrae.

Everything ended in the blink of an eye.

Krieg's enormous head, filled with terror and resentment, was cleanly severed by Victor's sword.

"Thump...thump..."

The head rolled to the ground, all the way to the center of the restaurant, and stopped at the feet of the stunned Paddy.

Paddy felt uneasy looking at Creek's unseeing eyes staring at him.

So... he secretly used his toe to kick it, sending it flying towards Luffy's side.

The remaining blood from Creek's body gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the surrounding walls and floor red.

"brush."

Viktor flicked his wrist, sending a sharp line of blood through the air, drying the blood off the blade.

He sheathed his sword and stood beside the headless corpse, his expression as cold as ice.

"When it's time to wield my sword, I will never hesitate."

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

Ajin's hands trembled as he braced himself against the floor, then he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

He murmured, but could not utter a sound. He clutched his head in anguish and sobbed softly.

The restaurant was deathly silent, with only the echoing sound of the waves outside the window.

That overlord of the East China Sea... that Admiral Krieg who commanded a fleet of fifty ships...

He died just like that?

He didn't even have time to resist before he was beheaded like a dead dog.

Just then, a pleasant notification sound rang in Viktor's mind.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating the special target: East Blue Admiral Creek (bounty 1700 million Berries).]

[Battle Rating: S.]

[Reward received: 1500 Ninja Points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slightly altering the original plot.]

[Reward received: 1000 Ninja Points.]