One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Deep in the woods of the small garden, sunlight filters through the dense canopy, dappling the ruins of the collapsed candle house.

"Tsk..."

Sanji, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, hands in his pockets, kicked aside a tree branch blocking his path with a disgruntled expression.

"Damn it, where did that green-haired guy go?! There's a limit to how far he can go when he gets lost!"

He wandered around the jungle for half a day, but didn't catch many prey. Instead, he confused himself and Zoro.

Unwittingly, Sanji walked through a thicket of bushes and arrived at the temporary base that Mr. 3 had previously set up.

"Huh? Where is this place?"

Sanji walked into the ruins and immediately saw the headless corpse lying on the ground, already cold.

The corpse was wearing a strange bodysuit with the number "3" printed on it, and the cut at its neck was smooth and neat.

"Wow? Such a clean cut..."

Sanji exhaled a smoke ring, crouched down, and took a look:

"Looks like it was Viktor who did it. That red-eyed bastard really showed no mercy."

"Puru puru puru... puru puru puru..."

Just then, a rapid ringing of a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scoop) suddenly broke the silence of the ruins.

Sanji looked in the direction of the sound and saw a snail-shaped Den Den Mushi (snail phone) frantically calling out next to the corpse.

"A phone call? To the corpse?"

Out of curiosity, Sanji walked over and grabbed the microphone.

"Click".

The moment the call connected, a hoarse, deep male voice came from the other end—Mr. 0 (Crocodile).

"Is this Mr. 3? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"How's the mission going? Have the Straw Hat crew and that Princess Vivi... been dealt with?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Sanji's eyes, which were hidden by his bangs.

"Mr. 3...Princess Vivi...So that's how it is. This is the mastermind behind it all?"

Sanji showed no panic when questioned by his boss.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled:

"Ah, sorry, sorry. I just finished dealing with the body, and my hands are a little dirty with blood, so I was late."

Crocodile on the other end of the phone didn't detect anything amiss, and simply asked coldly:

"Who are you? Let Mr. 3 answer the phone."

"This isn't Mr. 3..."

Sanji looked at the headless corpse on the ground, a playful smile playing on his lips, and introduced himself:

"This is... 'Mr. Prince'."

"Mr. Prince?" Crocodile hesitated for a moment, but didn't delve into it. "Never mind who you are. Report the situation."

"Yes, Boss."

Sanji looked at the corpse on the ground and, without batting an eye, calmly began to lie:

"The entire Straw Hat crew has been wiped out. Both the rubber man and the swordsman have had their heads chopped off."

"As for Princess Vivi... she has also been confirmed dead. Her body has been properly disposed of."

"Mission accomplished, BOSS."

Crocodile on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, then burst into a pleasant laugh:

"Hahaha! Very good! It seems that although Mr. 3 is a waste, he is still somewhat useful when it comes to killing."

In high spirits, Crocodile continued:

"In that case, you stay where you are. I will immediately send the 'Unlucky Duo' to deliver the permanent pointer to Alabasta."

"Once you have the pointer, you can return to headquarters to report."

"Okay, boss, I'll be waiting for you here." Sanji elegantly hung up the phone.

……

Not long after.

A series of fluttering sounds came from the sky.

A sea otter wearing sunglasses and with a bizarre appearance, and a vulture with fierce eyes, landed in the ruins carrying an exquisite package.

The messengers of Baroque Works—the ominous duo.

As soon as they landed, before they even had a chance to put down their packages, they discovered that the person standing there with the microphone was not the familiar Mr. 3, but a blond man in a suit.

"Squeak?!"

The sea otter and the vulture exchanged a glance and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The sea otter swiftly pulled two machine guns from its shell, while the vulture brandished its sharp talons, ready to kill and silence the witnesses.

"Oh?"

Sanji looked at the two menacing animals, sneered, and threw the half-finished cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"I was going to thank you for the delivery... but you actually tried to hit me?"

"What an impolite beast! He needs to be properly disciplined."

Before he finished speaking, Sanji had already disappeared from the spot.

"First Meat Kick!!"

boom! !

Just one kick.

The two unfortunate messengers, who hadn't even had a chance to pull the trigger, were kicked by a tremendous force, leaving them seeing stars.

They collided like two balls, instantly lost consciousness, and were neatly packed together.

"Done."

Sanji dusted off his pants, walked over, picked up the package that had fallen to the ground, and opened it.

Inside lies the permanent compass that records the route to Alabasta.

"The Permanent Pointer of Alabasta..."

Sanji tossed the pointer in his hand, a smile playing on his lips.

"Bingo! Now Vivi-san and Nami-san will definitely look at me in a new light!"

"Mr. Prince... that's a really nice name, I'm almost falling in love with myself."

……

at the same time.

An open area on the shore of the small garden.

"Hahahaha!!"

"Gigigagagaga!!"

Blue Oni Dorry and Red Oni Brogy, two arch-enemies with a century-long friendship, are engaged in their 714396th sacred duel.

The massive longsword and the heavy battle axe clashed fiercely in mid-air.

Each collision between the two caused the earth to tremble violently, and the air waves to surge, as if two active volcanoes were colliding.

"Give up, Dorry! The wind is blowing in my favor today!!" Brogy roared, bringing down his giant axe.

"You're the one who should admit defeat! Brogy! Your axe is dull!!" Dorry raised his shield to block, then swung his sword in a backhand strike.

Just as the two giants were locked in a fierce battle.

Two furtive little figures peeked out from behind a huge rock at the edge of the battlefield.

It was Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine who hadn't found the Straw Hat crew in the forest before.

"Tch, those pirates have disappeared somewhere, we can't find them at all." Mr. 5 pushed up his sunglasses, looking annoyed.

"Since we haven't found Straw Hat Boy..."

Miss Valentine glanced at the two enormous creatures locked in fierce combat ahead, a glint of greed in her eyes:

"Then we'll take the heads of these two big guys."

"Although they were pirates from a hundred years ago, their bounties combined are still a huge sum of money."

The two exchanged a glance and let out a sinister laugh:

"If we can take them down, it will be a huge bounty."

"One for each of you! Let's get started!"

Miss Valentine's turn:

Then, Miss Valentine, holding a lemon umbrella, used the power of the Float-Float Fruit to silently float directly above the Blue Demon Dorry, who was locked in a struggle.

"Hmph, with a target this big, there's no need to aim."

She let out a soft laugh in mid-air, then abruptly relinquished her lightness, instantly increasing her weight to its maximum:

"Ten thousand kilograms of pressure—!!"

"Die! You foolish giant!!"

She landed heavily on Donley's hard Viking helmet like a falling meteorite, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Dorry, who was fully focused on his strength against Brogy, felt a slight weight on the top of his head.

The feeling was like a pebble falling on my head.

Dongli frowned, not stopping his sword strike, but muttering a question in confusion:

"Huh? Where did this mosquito come from?"

He casually raised one of his free hands and waved it casually above his head, as if shooing away a fly.

*Smack!*

A crisp, loud bang.

"Why?!"

Miss Valentine, who was just getting ready to enjoy the thrill of crushing the giant, saw a massive, overwhelming hand sweeping towards her.

There was absolutely no room for resistance.

"ah----!!!"

Miss Valentine let out a piercing scream, and like a baseball being hit, she transformed into a shooting star and vanished instantly at the edge of the clouds.

"Damn mosquitoes," Dorry muttered, continuing to swing his sword at Broki.

……

Mr. 5's turn:

Seeing his companions take action, Mr. 5 was not to be outdone.

Taking advantage of a lull in the two giants' struggle, he dashed like a flea to Broki's feet.

"The opportunity has arrived! Those feet are huge; it's the perfect explosion site!"

Mr. 5 excitedly and frantically picked his nose, gathering a handful of black booger bombs in his hand:

"Try my art!!"

"Nose-based Imagination Cannon - Rapid Fire!!"

shhhhhh!

He threw a ton of booger bombs at Broki’s massive instep.

"Art is an explosion!! Drink!!"

Boom boom boom boom!!

A series of explosions rang out beneath the giant's feet, sending sparks flying.

however.

Brogy was currently mocking Dorry on the other side:

"Hahaha! Dongli, if you want to admit defeat, don't make excuses! What mosquito can make you bow down? I think you're getting old and blind!"

Suddenly, Broki felt a tickle on the back of his foot.

"Um?"

He lowered his head, but because his belly was so big, he couldn't see his feet clearly. He just shifted his body in confusion:

"It looks like a mosquito is biting me? It's so itchy."

To relieve the itch, Broki subconsciously raised his blasted foot, preparing to stomp it and adjust his posture.

That foot was several meters wide, like a small mountain.

Mr. 5, standing at his feet, was preparing to admire his masterpiece.

Suddenly, a huge shadow fell over him.

He looked up at the massive sole of his foot that seemed to be pressing down on him like Mount Tai.

Mr. 5's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, cold sweat poured down his back, and his previous arrogance instantly turned into extreme fear.

"Wait...wait..."

"No!!!"

boom----!!!

There is no suspense.

Brogina's foot, carrying tens of tons of weight, unintentionally stomped heavily on the ground, even grinding into the soil.

"Pfft."

Mr. 5 didn't even have time to scream before he was embedded in the deep soil like a crushed tomato, becoming a piece of... "art sticker" on the earth.

"Phew, that feels much better."

Broglie, satisfied, continued to raise his axe.

"Again! Dorry!!"

And beneath their feet, two arrogant Baroque high-ranking agents were thus rendered powerless in an utterly comical manner...

I left with regret.