One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The restaurant reeked of blood.

But that suffocating sense of oppression dissipated with Creek's death.

Viktor slowly withdrew the chilling killing intent emanating from his body.

Turning her head, her eyes, now back to their original black color, smiled as she looked at Sanji, who was still smoking.

"How do you feel, Mr. Chef? This is the person you risked your life to protect."

Victor pointed to the headless corpse on the ground:

"When faced with me wanting to kill him, he was so scared that he didn't dare to move and even begged for mercy like a dog;

"But when faced with your offer to save him and feed him, he didn't hesitate to ambush and rob you."

"In other words, it's often said that they bully the weak and fear the strong, and repay kindness with enmity. This is the true nature of pirates, and this is the taste of reality."

Sanji remained silent for a moment, not showing any of the expressions Viktor wanted to see.

"call……"

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then slowly exhaled a ring of bluish-white smoke, his eyes remaining calm, unmoved by the perilous situation he had just faced.

"As long as he eats, this is no longer a joke."

"For a chef, there is nothing more satisfying than watching a customer lick the plate clean."

At this point, Sanji glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked at Viktor, his tone softening slightly:

"But I agree with your approach. After all, if it's a wild animal that bites when it's full, it's only right to get rid of it. Thank you."

"Hehehe!"

Luffy, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly tilted his head, looked at the two of them, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"What?! Aren't you two supposed to be on good terms? I thought you were really going to fight! You made me worry for nothing!"

"ha?!"

Viktor and Sanji exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned to Luffy and roared:

"Who's close to him?! Are you an idiot?!"

Luffy shrank back at the shout, but still scratched his head and said with a matter-of-fact expression:

"Look at how well-coordinated we are! That's what it means to have a great relationship!"

Beside the railing on the second floor.

Zhefu crossed his arms and gazed intently down below.

He gave the black-haired boy a long look and murmured to himself:

"That red-eyed brat... is decisive and ruthless, with a more pirate-like decisiveness than a real pirate."

"And... that straw hat kid..."

Zhefu's gaze lingered on the three playfully fighting, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile curving his lips.

Immediately, his face hardened, and he let out a thunderous snort at the group of chefs downstairs who were still stunned and at a loss for what to do.

"Hmph! Hey! What are you bunch of trash standing there for?!"

Zeff roared, making the ceiling tremble, "Go clean this up right now!"

"The blood on the floor, and that pile of trash! How am I supposed to stay in business?! Do you want to scare all the customers away?!"

"Yes, boss!!"

The chefs reacted instantly. Although they were still a little nervous, the boss's authority was clearly more intimidating.

They immediately got to work, righting the collapsed tables and chairs, comforting the frightened guests, and cleaning up the leftover food.

As for the corpse...

"You...you go and move that head!" Paddy's face turned pale, and he poked Kanev next to him with his fork.

"Damn it! Why me?!" Kanev was so scared that his sunglasses were askew, and he shoved Paddy desperately.

"Come here! You always brag about how brave you are, right? Hurry up! Or the boss will get angry!"

"I...I'm not going..."

Just as the two were blaming each other, a weak voice rang out.

"Please... leave it to me..."

Ajin, trembling, struggled to his feet.

He looked at Creek, whose head was severed from his body, his eyes filled with both grief and confusion.

As a subordinate, he should avenge the captain.

But as a human being, he couldn't blame Viktor, because he had witnessed Krieg's despicable and ungrateful nature, as well as Sanji's kindness.

Moreover, it would probably be effortless for Viktor to kill him.

"This... is my last responsibility."

Gin turned around, faced Luffy and Sanji, and without any hesitation, kowtowed deeply.

His forehead struck the floor with a dull thud.

"I'm sorry... and thank you."

Then, under the complex gazes of the crowd.

Lost in thought, he gathered up Creek's head, dragged the massive, mutilated body, and staggered step by step toward the restaurant's door.

The last rays of the setting sun cast a particularly desolate glow on his back.

Sanji leaned against the railing, watching Gin's dejected figure. His lips moved, but he ultimately remained silent.

"call……"

He exhaled another puff of smoke, his eyes becoming somewhat melancholy.

"Ugh... I hate this world..."

"Cough cough..."

Viktor had just turned his gaze away from Akin's retreating figure when a thick cloud of secondhand smoke hit him in the face, causing him to choke and cough lightly twice.

He waved away the smoke and glanced at the curly-browed man next to him with a hostile look.

"Looks like you really want to go smoking in the sea, you bastard with those curly eyebrows, you're definitely doing it on purpose, aren't you?"

Sanji's previously melancholic and artistic expression instantly vanished, replaced by a wide, exasperated stare:

"Hey! Stop ruining the mood!"

Just then, the restaurant door was pushed open again.

"Hey! Luffy! What's going on here? There's a huge commotion!"

Usopp, carrying several bags, peeked out from the doorway.

When he saw the shocking spray of blood on the wall, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Whoa!! So much blood!! Is someone dead?!" Usopp screamed, clutching his head.

Zoro, who was following behind him, was not flustered. He glanced around the messy restaurant, his hand still on the hilt of his sword, and finally his gaze landed on Viktor.

"I heard some noise over here, so I came to check. Looks like it's over?"

"Ah, Zoro! Usopp! You're here!" Luffy waved and greeted them.

……

at the same time.

On the sea outside the restaurant, on Krieg's huge, wrecked pirate ship.

The scene here is like a living hell.

Hundreds of pirate crew members, starving and emaciated, lay sprawled on the deck, too weak to even lift a finger.

"Ah... I'm so hungry..."

"Water...give me water..."

"Why hasn't Chief Creek returned yet... If he doesn't come back soon, we're really going to starve to death..."

A pirate, clinging to the side of the ship, mustered his last bit of strength.

He gripped the railing with both hands, trying to peer out and look for Creek, hoping to spot some food.

however.

When he looked up at the distant sea, his pupils contracted sharply, and his withered hands trembled violently.

On the sea where the fog was gradually dissipating, a small boat resembling a coffin was slowly approaching.

On that small boat sat a man carrying a huge black sword, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

That demon who once single-handedly destroyed their fifty-ship fleet on the Grand Line!

"Uh...uh..."

The pirate let out a desperate roar, using the last of his strength to shout to his companions on deck:

"Run!!! That...that demon!! It's coming!!!"

But it was too late.

The man slowly drew the black knife from his back.

It was just a casual wave of the hand.

"Whoosh—!!!"

Two breathtaking green slashing waves sliced ​​through the sea surface as easily as cutting tofu, heading straight for the giant ship.

There were no obstacles.

"Bang!!!"

With a deafening cracking sound, the massive three-deck pirate ship was neatly sliced ​​into three pieces almost instantly!

Huge waves surged forth, and countless weakened pirates, along with the broken planks, fell into the icy sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"The ship has been cut in half!!"

"Ah!! Help!!"

"Why! Why are you chasing us all the way here?!"

That man, the world's greatest swordsman—Hawkeye Mihawk—has arrived.