One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

"The world's strongest swordsman versus the most famous pirate hunter in the East Blue... What kind of battle will this be?"

On the deck of Baratie, Paddy nervously gripped his fork, swallowed hard, and felt the air thicken.

"Big Brother won't lose!!"

Johnny and Joseph, clinging to the railing below, shouted at the top of their lungs, "Go, bro! Show him the power of the Three-Sword Style!"

Center of deck.

Hawkeye looked at the young swordsman in front of him who was still full of fighting spirit even in the face of certain defeat.

A flicker of emotion finally crossed those golden eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

He slowly raised his hand and took off the small golden cross hanging around his neck.

"Deeply moving."

Hawkeye said calmly, his tone devoid of praise or criticism, "But reality is reality. I'm not like a stupid, bastard beast like you who can only bark and scream."

"Clang."

He gently pulled out the bottom of the cross, revealing a small, sharp knife only a few centimeters long.

"Although you are a well-known swordsman, this is, after all, the weakest of the four seas, the East Sea."

"Unfortunately, for an opponent of your caliber, I have no knife smaller than this."

These words were like a resounding slap in the face, striking Zoro's heart hard.

Zoro gripped the hilt of Wado Ichimonji so tightly that his teeth even drew blood.

"There's a limit to looking down on people!!"

"Thump!"

Zoro shattered the deck with his feet, charging madly towards Hawkeye like an enraged tiger.

"Don't wait until you're dead to regret it, you bastard!!"

Faced with this aggressive charge, Hawkeye simply stood still.

He watched Zoro charging towards him and gently raised the "toy" knife in his hand.

"You frog in a well, let me show you how vast the world is."

"Demon Slayer!!"

Zoro held nothing back and immediately unleashed his strongest attack.

The three knives, like the fangs of a ghost, blocked all escape routes.

"ha!!"

However, what happened next left everyone present speechless.

Hawkeye's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even move an inch.

He simply took the small knife and seemingly casually stabbed forward.

"bite!!"

With a crisp, heartbreaking clang of metal.

Zoro's once unstoppable momentum came to an abrupt halt!

The small knife, only a few centimeters long, was precisely pressed against the core point where Zoro's three swords met.

It was like a stabilizing force, preventing Zoro from advancing even an inch further, no matter how hard he tried!

"Zoro... How... How is this possible..."

Luffy, who was watching the battle, stared wide-eyed.

Johnny and Joseph were sweating profusely, their pupils dilating in shock.

"That...that's Big Brother's ultimate move, which can cut down enemies 100% of the time! And it was defeated by a toy knife..."

Viktor sat on the railing, his eyes flashing with the twin tomoe of light, taking in the entire scene.

"That's amazing."

He exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

He could see it clearly, even though it was their first meeting.

But Hawkeye, with his terrifying insight, precisely discovered the only weakness in Zoro's attack in that split second.

This is a complete dimensional reduction attack in terms of swordsmanship level.

"This move must have been honed over decades," Victor murmured.

On the other side, Zoro gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and muscles in his arms bulging to their limit.

But no matter how hard he tried, the knife was like a mountain, leaving him in despair.

"How... is it possible... to be... by something that looks like a toy..."

"What a joke! How could the world... be so far away?!"

Zoro roared, sheathed his sword, spun around, and launched another barrage of attacks at Hawkeye.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

But no matter what moves he uses or how tricky the angle of his attack.

Hawkeye parried all the attacks with ease, as if he were strolling in a garden, using only a small knife.

The movement was so subtle that not even the hem of his clothes fluttered.

This is clearly an old man teasing a naughty child.

"Too slow."

Hawkeye gave it a slight push.

"Bang!"

Zoro instantly lost his balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state, rolling several times.

"ah!!"

Johnny and Joseph exclaimed in alarm, "No way! Bro!"

"Big brother! Use your full strength! Stop playing around with him!"

"Shut up!!"

Zoro roared and got up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot.

The three knives went completely berserk, like a wildly dancing whirlwind.

"Tiger Hunt!"

But Hawkeye, faced with this frenzied, beast-like attack, only took a small step back, his eyes remaining calm.

"What a ferocious sword technique! It's full of flaws."

Zoro launched another attack, but it was still easily blocked by Hawkeye.

The surviving pirates were drenched in cold sweat as they watched this scene.

"Wow...that's strong! That's Roronoa Zoro!"

"He actually blocked Zoro's entire three-sword style attack with just that nail clipper toy...! Is he even human?!"

"I...I didn't start wielding this sword just to be toyed with by this broken toy!!"

Zoro roared in despair.

The image of the short-haired girl holding a white monji under the moonlight flashed through his mind.

"Kuina..."

In the instant he was distracted.

"puff!"

Hawkeye seized the opportunity and delivered a precise thrust into Zoro's shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Ha...ha...damn it!"

Zoro trembled as he propped himself up, blood dripping onto the deck.

"I have... an absolute reason why I can't lose!!"

He drew back his swords, his muscles tensed like a bow, and all his power was concentrated in this one strike.

"Three-sword style - Hunting!!"

however.

Facing Zoro charging straight at him, Hawkeye simply thrust out his sword once more with nonchalant ease.

"Pfft!"

The dagger plunged deep into Zoro's chest.

Zoro's momentum stopped instantly, his hands fell limply to his sides, but he did not retreat even a step.

"Do you want your heart pierced?"

Hawkeye looked at the young man who refused to retreat, and asked in a deep voice, "Why won't you retreat?"

Blood spilled from Zoro's mouth, staining his teeth red.

"I don't know... I don't know either..."

Zoro's voice was weak but firm:

"All I know is... if I back down even a single step here... all those past vows, and so many other important things, will crumble and break in this instant..."

"If that happens... I will never be able to come back here again."

Hawkeye said calmly, "That is defeat."

"Ah... if that's the case, then I can't back out even more."

Even if it means death?

"Better to die than to lose!!"

Zoro raised his head, his eyes burning with a flame called "dignity".

Despite being the weakest sea, Hawkeye witnessed the strongest heart within it.

Upon hearing this, Hawkeye's previously lazy gaze finally became completely focused, and that nonchalant look disappeared.

"Would it be better to die than to be defeated?"

He slowly withdrew the dagger that had pierced Zoro's chest, and then solemnly put it away.

"Boy, state your name."

Zoro took a deep breath and assumed the Three-Sword Style stance again, the highest etiquette for a swordsman.

"Roronoa Zoro!"

"I will remember that."

Hawkeye nodded. "A long-awaited powerhouse."

Then, he asked in a low voice, "Why are you swinging your sword? To cut down the enemy before you?"

Zoro was taken aback, then roared as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"Of course! To become stronger! To defeat a strong opponent like you! To become the world's number one!"

"So... that's why you're weak."

Zoro's pupils contracted sharply: "What did you say?!"

Hawkeye didn't look at him, but stared at the cross-shaped knife in his hand, as if talking to himself:

"The tighter you grip a sword, the more fragile it becomes."

"Your sword is filled with 'desire'—the desire to win, the desire to cut off, the desire to become famous."

"These desires are like weeds, clinging tightly to your blade and dulling it."

Hawkeye's golden eyes stared directly at Zoro once more:

"When you only have the goal of being the 'strongest' in your eyes, you can't see the road under your feet, the flow of the wind, or the vastness of the world."

"Right now, you're like a wild beast that only knows how to charge around recklessly."

"And wild beasts... can never defeat humans!"

Zoro was struck dumb, frozen in place.

"A wild beast...?"

Hawkeye slowly held the black sword, Night, horizontally in front of him.

"However, as a sign of respect and courtesy to you as a swordsman, I will use this world's strongest black sword to send you to your doom at sea."

Zoro snapped out of his daze, looked at the black sword that exuded a terrifying aura, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"Well... I'm extremely grateful!!"

The wind picked up.

Zoro stared intently at Hawkeye charging towards him, his two swords spinning rapidly.

"Three-Sword Style: Ultimate Technique!!"

"Three thousand worlds!!!"

The two passed each other.

"Clang—!!"

Then came a chilling cracking sound.

"Clatter".

Zoro's two ordinary samurai swords broke in two and fell to the ground.

Only the "Wado Ichimonji" he mentioned remained intact.

Zoro slowly sheathed his sword, turned around, opened his arms, and faced Hawkeye calmly.

"I lost... I never thought... I would lose..."

"What?" Hawkeye looked at his actions with some surprise.

Zoro flashed a bright smile, his eyes firm and clear:

"The scars on my back... are a swordsman's shame!!"

Hawkeye looked at the man, a genuine smile of appreciation appearing on his lips.

"Amazing!! Roronoa Zoro!!"

"Pfft!!"

The black blade swung down.

A huge gash appeared on Zoro's chest, and blood gushed out, staining the sky red.