One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

In a clearing deep in the jungle, the flames and thick smoke had not yet dissipated.

"Whoosh!"

Without a word, Viktor vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had already covered several meters, and the longsword in his hand, carrying a sharp wind pressure, slashed fiercely at Mr. 3, who had just rolled out of his disguise.

"Damn! So fast!"

Mr. 3 was terrified and narrowly escaped the fatal blow by rolling backward.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!!"

Viktor gave him no chance to catch his breath. In mid-air, his chest bulged, and a huge orange-red fireball roared toward Mr. 3's face.

Faced with the terrifying heatwave that was hitting him head-on, Mr. 3 knew he couldn't escape it.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he roared:

"Candle Shackles - Extra Large Service!!"

Splash!

Large amounts of white wax gushed out of his body, instantly enveloping his entire body.

boom!

The fireball exploded, engulfing the white object.

However, when the flames subsided, a huge, somewhat comical but extremely heavy white humanoid mech stood prominently in the spot.

"Candle Champions Cup!!"

Mr. 3 is hiding inside this tank-like mech.

Although the outer candles were melted and dripping from the fireball, they did not harm his main body.

"Hehehe! It's useless!"

Mr. 3's smug, cold laugh echoed from inside the mech:

"This is my strongest defensive form! Though it's a candle, it has the hardness of steel! Your sword and ordinary flames can't hurt me!"

"Oh? As hard as steel?"

Victor landed, looked at the huge white monster, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Zzzzzzz—!!"

Suddenly, dazzling blue-white arcs of electricity crackled on the longsword in his hand.

"Then let's see if your tortoise shell is harder, or my sword is sharper."

brush!

Viktor moved with lightning speed, closing in on him in an instant.

The longsword, crackling with lightning, sliced ​​through the candle-shaped mech, which was said to be as hard as steel, as easily as cutting butter.

"What?!" Mr. 3 exclaimed.

However, although the blade cut in, the viscous wax seemed to be alive, clinging tightly to the blade.

Immediately afterwards, Mr.3 secreted a large amount of wax, instantly filling the incision.

The mecha is in perfect condition.

"Hehehe! This is my art! As long as I have the stamina, I can repair it indefinitely!"

Mr. 3, controlling the giant mech's fist, slammed it down on Viktor:

"Is this all you've got?! Red-eyed brat!"

Victor drew his longsword, leaped backward, and avoided the heavy blow.

He looked at the ever-regenerating white tortoise shell, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"That's interesting, like a turtle hiding in its shell."

Viktor sheathed his sword and began rapidly forming hand seals, as an even more violent surge of chakra gathered within his body.

"Since you enjoy playing with candles so much, then I'll burn you to ashes, shell and all!"

"Try this!!"

Yin-Chou-Shen-Mao-Zi-Hai-You-Chou-Wu-Xu-Yin-Xu-Yin-Si-Chou-Shen-Mao!

[Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!!!]

boom----!!!

At this moment, what Victor spat out was no longer a spherical flame, but a terrifying blaze that condensed like a laser and then instantly spread into a sea of ​​fire!

Its temperature was so high that it even distorted the surrounding air.

"What kind of fire is this?!"

Mr.3 peered through the gaps in his mech at the wall of fire that seemed capable of swallowing everything rushing toward him, and his mouth dropped open in terror.

A flame of that size could absolutely incinerate him instantly!

"Candle-shaped wall!! Super thick version!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Mr. 3 unleashed his full potential.

He frantically created a wall of candles, several meters thick like a city wall, and placed it in front of himself.

"Zzzzzzz—!!!"

Flames collided with the wax wall.

The outer layer of candles instantly vaporized, billowing white smoke.

But Mr.3 kept replenishing wax from the inside as if he were crazy.

Despite being disheveled and nearly dehydrated from the heat, he miraculously managed to block the attack.

When the flames died down, all that remained was a wall of candles, riddled with holes from the fire, yet still standing tall.

"Huff... huff..."

Mr. 3, hiding behind the wall, was covered in sweat, but let out a wild laugh of relief:

"See that?! As long as there are enough candles, your flames won't be able to burn through my defenses!!"

"This is my art of creation! I am invincible!!"

After this prolonged struggle, Mr.3 realized that he couldn't hit the agile Viktor.

But Viktor didn't seem to want to waste too much chakra to burn through the ridiculously thick turtle shell anytime soon.

Therefore, he felt that he had leverage in negotiations.

Click.

Mr.3 suddenly removed the armor from the head of the mecha, revealing his sinister and lewd face.

He pointed towards the distant jungle—where a huge rotating candlestick could be vaguely seen, on which Zoro, Nami, Vivi, and others were trapped.

"Stop!!! Try moving again!!"

Mr. 3 roared, his eyes filled with threat:

"See that? The extra-large service candlestick over there is almost finished!!"

"That mechanism is connected to my life force! Or rather, only I can unlock that special lock!"

He looked at Viktor, a sinister smile spreading across his face:

"If you kill me, your companions—that swordsman, that navigator, and that traitorous princess—will be completely covered in wax mist, turning into living wax figures!! Never to recover!!"

"If you don't want them to die, put down your weapons and let me leave!! Otherwise, we'll all die together!!"

After shouting those words, Mr. 3 stared intently at Viktor, waiting for the other to show an expression of anger, hesitation, or compromise.

Generally speaking, this kind of guy cares most about his companions.

This trick has never failed.

however.

What he saw, however, was a pair of unwavering eyes.

Those crimson Sharingan eyes, adorned with three tomoe, radiated a cold light in the shadows.

Viktor stood still, without even putting down his sword.

He showed no anger or anxiety, but simply stared coldly into Mr. 3's eyes.

That look in his eyes made Mr. 3 feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Look me in the eyes."

Ok?

Mr. 3 looked at him suspiciously. "What kind of eyes are those? You..."

hum-

The Sharingan spun wildly.

[Illusion Technique: The Technique of Seeing the Abyss.]

"Small……"

Just as Mr. 3 was about to speak, the scene before him suddenly changed.

In his horrified vision, the boy in black suddenly vanished.

Instead, countless evil spirits engulfed in black flames crawled toward him from all directions.

"Aaaaah! What is that?!"

Immediately afterwards, his prized candle mech suddenly began to spontaneously combust uncontrollably.

The flames instantly penetrated his skin, and the extreme pain of being burned alive and his skin melting away bit by bit was clearly felt throughout every nerve.

"Aaaaaah!! It's so hot!! Help!! I'm melting!!"

"Don't come any closer!! You demon!!!"

In his hallucinations, Mr. 3 experiences the most terrifying torture in the world.

In reality...

Mr. 3's pupils dilated instantly, and he froze on the spot.

His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out; only a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Even the Candle Mech, which was still being repaired, completely stopped operating due to the loss of consciousness and control.

For someone with weak mental strength, the Sharingan's genjutsu is like a dimensional attack.

Victor looked at the enemy who had fallen into a daze and didn't waste any words.

brush--

The Instantaneous Movement Technique is activated.

Only a black afterimage remained in the air.

A flash of cold light.

There were no obstacles, and no defenses.

"Pfft."

Mr.3's head, with its strange "3" hairstyle, shot high into the sky.

Even after his head hit the ground and rolled several times, the face still bore an expression of extreme terror and distortion, as if he were still experiencing hellish torment.

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, its blood instantly staining the white candle shards red.

Baroque Works Senior Agent Mr. 3 has been confirmed dead.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, for defeating Aballoc Agency Senior Agent Mr. 3]

[Battle Rating: S.]

[Reward: 800 Ninja Points]

Viktor expressionlessly wiped the blood off his blade and slowly sheathed his sword.

He looked down at the corpse, his eyes chillingly cold.

"Using your companions to threaten me?"

Victor stepped over the corpse, his voice carried away by the wind:

Be more careful in your next life.