One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

In the open space of the small garden, the huge and eerie "extra-large service candlestick" is slowly rotating.

White wax mist fell continuously like fine snow, covering the three trapped people.

In just a few minutes, the hardened wax layer had spread to their chests, threatening to seal them completely.

"I can't... I can't move my body..."

As Vivi watched her body gradually being covered in white, tears of despair welled up in her eyes: "We're going to die...we're really going to become wax figures..."

"No!! I absolutely don't want to die like this!!"

Nami let out a piercing scream, struggling desperately but unable to budge.

"Someone save us!! Victor! Luffy! Help!!"

In this atmosphere filled with despair and fear, there is one person whose style is unique.

Zoro, trapped on the top floor, was sweating profusely.

But he wasn't struggling to escape; he was struggling to adjust his still-mobile left arm.

He was trying to hold up the Wado Ichimonji in front of him, striking a cool pose.

"Hey, Nami."

Zoro asked seriously, "Take a look at this pose. How's it? Wouldn't it be better if the sword angle were a little higher?"

"ha?!!"

Nami instantly broke down, veins bulging on her forehead, and roared at Zoro:

"What are you doing at a time like this?! You're about to die and you're still posing?! Are you an idiot?!"

"Hmph, you don't understand."

Zoro gritted his teeth, insisting on holding the sword to a satisfactory angle, his eyes sharp:

"Since I'm destined to become a statue, I should strike a cool pose."

"To be made into a figurine and passed down through generations in an awkward pose—that would be the greatest disgrace of a swordsman's life!"

"..."

Weiwei was speechless, and even forgot to cry.

"This guy... is hopeless."

Just then.

"quack!!"

A giant, fast-running duck burst out of the jungle, and on its back, Luffy was waving his fist.

"Everyone!! I've come to save you!!"

Luffy, riding Karoo, charged into the battlefield like a cannonball, smashing a corner of the candlestick's base with a powerful punch.

"We're saved!!" Nami's eyes lit up with hope.

However, just as Luffy was preparing to continue his destruction...

"No, I can't let you ruin my work."

Miss.Goldenweek, the little girl who had been sitting leisurely drinking tea and eating rice crackers, finally put down her teacup.

She picked up her paintbrush and deftly drew a strange black symbol on the floor beneath Luffy's feet.

"The Color Trap - The Black of Betrayal"

Luffy stepped on the black paint.

The next second, Luffy, who had been full of fighting spirit, suddenly stopped moving.

He picked his nose, looked at Zoro and Nami, who were trapped, with a look of disgust, and turned away:

"Tch...why should I save you?"

"This is so troublesome, I'm going home to sleep."

"Huh?!" Nami's eyes widened, unable to believe her ears.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Luffy! Help! We're about to turn into candles!"

"I don't want to save him." Luffy waved his hand, truly preparing to ride away on his duck.

"Hahaha, this is really interesting." Miss.Goldenweek tilted her head and waved her paintbrush again, smearing a yellow paint directly onto Luffy's clothes.

"The Color Trap - Hilarious Yellow"

"Pfft... Hahaha!!"

Luffy, who had just been looking indifferent, suddenly clutched his stomach, collapsed to the ground, and began rolling around and laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! The way you guys look... hahahaha! You look like... a white snowman!!"

"My stomach hurts so much! I can't take it anymore! Hahahaha!"

Seeing Luffy laughing hysterically but not offering any help, Zoro, sitting on the candlestick, had veins bulging on his forehead and his eyes were as terrifying as a demon's.

"Luffy... once I get out of here... I'm definitely going to cut you down!!!"

"It's over...it's really over now..." Weiwei watched this scene, her hope completely shattered.

Weiwei moved her legs slightly, and a sticky feeling came over her.

She discovered that the candle beneath her was no longer hard, but had become somewhat sticky.

"Hmm? Nami-san..." Just as he was feeling a little confused...

call--

A wave of intense heat suddenly swept in from the nearby woods.

The temperature in the air skyrocketed instantly!

[Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!]

There were no complicated hand seal sounds, only the popping sounds of flames burning air.

A huge, orange-red fireball, like a roaring fire dragon, suddenly burst out from the shadows of the forest.

Instead of attacking the three trapped people directly, it precisely wrapped itself around the base of the candlestick and the mechanism that sprayed wax mist.

"boom!!"

The fire was raging.

If Mr. 3 were still alive, he might still be able to use his abilities to maintain the candle's hardness.

But now that the caster is dead, these remaining candles have already lost most of their activity.

When they encountered the intense heat and flames of the Uchiha clan, the hard, iron-like wax blocks melted instantly, as if they had met their nemesis.

"Splash..."

The hardened candle turned into scalding liquid wax, which flowed down like a waterfall, covering the ground.

"Ah! I can move! I can move!" Nami exclaimed in surprise as she discovered that the restraints had been removed.

The wax blocks on Zoro's body also cracked and fell off.

He shook off the debris from his body, his murderous aura mixed with his previous rage making him look like a demon who had crawled back from hell.

Zoro slowly turned his head, his single eye fixed on Miss.Goldenweek, who was holding a paintbrush.

"It's a bit of a shame I couldn't strike a pose..."

Zoro's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his tone sinister and terrifying:

"But you little rascal... you seem to be having a lot of fun?"

"Alas!!"

Miss.Goldenweek turned pale with fright when she saw Zoro exuding a palpable killing intent, and the paintbrush in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

She was just a little girl after all, and faced with this level of fear, she turned around and wanted to run away.

As the candlestick was destroyed, the color trap paint on the surrounding ground was also burned to ashes by the aftershocks of Victor's flames.

"Uh...cough cough!"

Luffy finally snapped out of his bizarre, maniacal laughter.

He got up from the ground, scratching his head with a blank expression:

"Huh? What just happened? Why am I laughing?"

But he soon saw the little girl who was about to run away. Although his mind was not clear, his intuition told him that this guy was behind it.

"Whatever! You little brat who plays with paint!!"

Luffy roared and suddenly stretched his arm backward:

"Rubber, rubber—bullet!!!"

boom!

A powerful, heavy rubber fist was thrown out from a distance.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Miss Goldenweek, along with her easel and paint bucket, was sent flying like a shooting star into the clouds on the horizon, turning into a tiny, glittering dot.

The battle is over.

Only then did Viktor slowly emerge from the shadows of the woods.

His longsword was already sheathed, and looking at the group of people covered in white wax and looking rather disheveled, he still had that same smiling expression on his face:

"Looks like... I arrived at just the right time?"

Viktor glanced at Zoro, who was wiping his sword sheath, and teased him:

"Zoro, that pose you just struck was pretty good, very artistic. You could get an artist to draw it next time."

"Tch! Mind your own business!"

Zoro blushed, angrily sheathed his sword, and turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

Upon hearing Victor's suggestion, Luffy suddenly realized something and pressed down on his straw hat.

"Ah! Viktor is right! Besides musicians, I also want a painter! This is such a dilemma!"

"How could you actually be thinking about that?! You idiot!" Zoro roared at Luffy, his face full of black lines.

Vivi's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but hug her Karu. "Are these guys really reliable, Karu?"

"quack!"

"Victor!!"

Accompanied by a cry that was choked with sobs.

Nami, ignoring the wax residue on her body, rushed over and hugged Viktor's arm, tearfully accusing him:

"Waaaaah, I almost died!"

"Ugh! What are you laughing at, you jerk! You're making me so mad!!"