If not for the power of his Smoke‑Smoke Fruit, that blow just now would already have killed him!
Even Smoker was stunned by the young man's ruthlessness and lightning‑fast strike.
He darted away, landed again, and gazed over the deck now littered with corpses and awash with blood. His brow furrowed still deeper.
Chiyu did not pursue.
For now, his strength amounted only to the Sharingan, Uchiha‑style swordsmanship, and a few ordinary Fire‑ and Lightning‑Release techniques.
Smoker certainly could not kill him.
But trying to injure a Logia‑type Devil‑Fruit body…
That was no easy task either.
Of course, in a real fight Chiyu would have his hands full, but—
If he could just seize Smoker's seastone‑tipped jitte, he would have a way to wound Smoker's true body.
Smoker looked at the sea of blood and corpses; even the cigar clamped in his teeth had lost its flavor.
"Who in the world are you?"
Chiyu answered coolly, "No one."
Smoker frowned. "If you truly wish to purge evil from the world, why not join the Navy? Criminals, villains, bandits, pirates— you could arrest and punish them all at will."
"The Navy?" Chiyu said.
"With your so‑called justice, once you capture pirates you merely put them on trial—never execute them. Forget these small fry; even the most vicious pirates are simply tossed into Impel Down. How many are actually put to death?"
Smoker froze for a moment. He knew the youth was speaking the truth.
The World Government's stance on pirates and criminals was highly ambiguous. Officially they shouted slogans about stamping out piracy, but in reality most pirates, once captured, were only imprisoned; executions were rare.
Even Pirate King Roger had surrendered voluntarily, and the Government executed him publicly solely to intimidate all pirates—yet the result backfired. Roger's last words ignited the Great Pirate Era.
Remembering this, Smoker grew equally agitated.
Worse still, the Government sometimes pardoned notorious pirates, legitimizing their power in hopes they would curb other pirates—the so‑called Seven Warlords of the Sea.
With such a system, piracy only flourished like bamboo after rain. No wonder the young man had zero trust in the World Government.
After a pause Smoker nodded. "You do have a point. But the Navy and the Government aren't monoliths. Many of us still uphold our own justice. Surely you've heard of the three Admirals?"
"So," he added, "you must believe in Sakazuki's Absolute Justice…"
Of course Chiyu knew:
Akainu—Absolute Justice.
Aokiji—Lazy Justice.
Kizaru—Ambiguous Justice.
They embodied three naval approaches to the world's chaos. Yet Chiyu sneered.
"Akainu's justice only looks absolute. All these years as Admiral—how many pirate crews has he really destroyed? How much evil truly stamped out? If his methods matched his title, pirate hotspots wouldn't be more rampant than ever."
Smoker and Tashigi both gaped. Even the famously extreme Akainu was "not absolute enough"? Terrifying ideals indeed…
Yet Smoker felt a spark of recruitment instinct. Though only a base colonel, he was strong and respected, tasked with guarding Loguetown—the throat of the Grand Line. Since stationing there, no pirate had ever escaped him, but even he felt the rising tide of the Great Pirate Era and his own limits. His subordinates, Tashigi included, were earnest but not top‑tier.
This merciless young man hated the pirate era as much as Smoker did—perhaps a tremendous ally.
"Young man, your convictions are formidable. Your methods are extreme, but maybe fresh blood like yours is exactly what the Navy needs to shake off its laziness and corruption. How about joining us?"
Tashigi gasped. "Colonel Smoker, a man this ruthless in the Navy? We'd be branded bloodthirsty— even HQ might not tolerate it!"
Chiyu replied blandly, "We'll talk about it another time. I have no such intention for now."
His answer was neither consent nor outright refusal. He still lived by his own principle: Fulfil the duties of the position you hold. Even in the Naruto world he had been a police squad captain with the right to execute criminals. In this freer, more chaotic world, position and authority still mattered—just not yet.
"Since I'm not a Marine," Chiyu asked, "killing these pirates entitles me to their bounty, right?"
Smoker's mouth twitched around the cigar. "Correct."
"Then you're becoming a bounty hunter?"
"Only to pick up some pocket money," Chiyu shrugged.
Smoker sighed and signaled Tashigi.
She drew a breath, glanced at the corpses. "Captain Billy of the Nas Pirates—3 million Berries. The rest combined—about 2 million. Total, 5 million. You'll have to come to the base for the paperwork…"
Chiyu nodded. "Fine."
Tashigi suddenly noticed the sword in his hand. "Th‑that's… Yama‑arashi, one of the 50 Skillful‑Grade blades?"
Chiyu knew Tashigi adored famous swords and swore to reclaim them from criminals, but he had no obligation to hand over his spoils. "Perhaps," he said, casually hanging the sword at his waist.
Smoker ordered, "Let's go. You two—clean up the bodies. And bring some of the Nas Pirates' loot to compensate the passenger ship's captain for repairs."
The tour‑boat captain was overjoyed. "Thank you, Colonel Smoker!"
Smoker, outwardly cold but inwardly warm, snorted. "And won't you thank that man?"
The captain and passengers trembled. He had saved them, yes—but he was more terrifying than the pirates. At last, only the man nearly thrown overboard dared step forward and bow deeply to Chiyu. "Th‑thank you for saving my life!"
Chiyu ignored him; gratitude or indifference no longer mattered to him. His heart had long been unmoved by praise or shame.
Smoker watched, secretly amazed: How could someone so young carry such weather‑beaten detachment?
The Marines cleaned up, loaded the bodies, and, under the passengers' complex stares, Chiyu boarded their ship to Loguetown.
…
All the way, Tashigi and the sailors eyed him with awe and fear. Smoker wanted to chat, but Chiyu clearly wasn't interested.
At the base, the paperwork finished, Chiyu collected his bounty—5 million Berries. Enough for a while. He strode off.
Tashigi watched him go. "Colonel, do you really want someone like that in the Navy?"
"Why not?"
"He's scarier than the worst pirates…"
Smoker fell silent. "Maybe we're too soft… Maybe the Navy needs someone like him. Tashigi, keep an eye on him."
"…Yes, sir."
Beyond the money, Chiyu also gained 200 Virtue Points.
Since he planned to redistribute his stats, he wouldn't follow his previous path. The system now even offered One‑Piece‑world abilities.
Benevolence‑and‑Virtue System
Host: Uchiha Chiyu – 18
Abilities
Ninjutsu
Three‑Tomoe Sharingan 313/1000
Fire Release: Great Fireball 100/100 (mastered)
Fire Release: Dragon Fire 100/100 (mastered)
Lightning Release: False Darkness 90/100 (advanced)
Taijutsu
Uchiha‑style Swordsmanship 100/100 (mastered)
Devil Fruit – none (???)
Haki – none
Observation Haki (???)
Armament Haki (???)
Conqueror's Haki (???)
Virtue: 200
In One Piece, power—like Naruto's ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu—splits into three lines: physical techniques, Devil‑Fruit abilities, and Haki. Chiyu currently has only swordsmanship. No Devil Fruit or Haki yet, so he saved his points.
His stomach growled. On Loguetown's busiest street he found a restaurant and ate his fill. One Piece Berries seemed to match Japanese yen in buying power—one big meal cost several thousand. Five million wouldn't last forever, but he didn't care.
Afterwards he wandered the town, still adjusting to this new world. He wanted to see Pirate King Roger's execution platform, the origin of it all.
He had just taken a few steps when he spotted a familiar figure: the weapon‑shop owner of Loguetown—real name Ipponmatsu, the man who later gave Zoro the Sandai Kitetsu and Yubashiri. Chiyu strode in.
Ipponmatsu, bored a moment ago, saw the sword at Chiyu's waist and his eyes sparkled. A once‑in‑a‑lifetime customer! He beamed. "Welcome! Finest blades of every kind!"
Chiyu ignored the flattery. "Bring out your best sword."
The owner paled, then forced a smile. "O‑of course. A man of discerning taste!"
He quickly produced his treasure: Yubashiri. Chiyu examined it—black‑lacquered hilt, beautiful hamon, pristine scabbard, light yet razor‑sharp.
"Not bad. Price?"
The owner chuckled. "Sir, Yubashiri is a Skillful‑Grade blade. I'd never sell to just anyone—but for you, one million Berries."
Chiyu looked at him. He knew Yubashiri wasn't worth that. "Too much."
Feigning heartbreak, the man said, "Very well! Half price—500,000! A loss for me! My wife will kill me… How about you trade me your Yama‑arashi? Five hundred thousand plus a standard blade—for a famed sword, a bargain!"
Before Chiyu could answer, a voice said, "Don't believe him!" It was Tashigi, pushing up her glasses, studying the blade.
"It is Yubashiri, but he wants 500,000 and your Yama‑arashi? Robbery. Yama‑arashi is no less valuable."
Ipponmatsu's face darkened. "Sergeant Tashigi, you're ruining my business!"
Tashigi warned, "You'd better not cross this man—he single‑handedly wiped out the Nas Pirates."
Ipponmatsu nearly fainted. "Wh‑what?!"
Tashigi added, "That sword at his waist came from Billy the Shark‑Killer himself."
Ipponmatsu turned white. "F‑for you, sir—Yubashiri is only 300,000. My sincerest offer!"
Chiyu ignored them, his senses drawn to the shop's corner—where the Sandai Kitetsu lay quietly. He walked over and picked it up.
Ipponmatsu panicked. "Sir, not that one! It's a cursed blade!"
Tashigi gasped. "Sandai Kitetsu? They say every swordsman who wields it dies horribly…"
Chiyu didn't care. He placed both swords on the counter. "Price for the pair?"
The owner raised his voice. "I might be shady, but I won't sell a cursed blade—if you die, I'd be the killer!"
Chiyu had no interest in Zoro‑style theatrics. He simply gripped the Sandai Kitetsu's hilt. Instantly the blade's eerie aura vanished—both Ipponmatsu and Tashigi felt it.
"H‑he tamed the Sandai Kitetsu outright!"
"What terrifying willpower!"
Tashigi, though shocked, understood: a man who had calmly beheaded an entire pirate crew—no demon sword could shake him.
Ipponmatsu, half in awe, half delighted: "A true master swordsman! To meet such an owner is an honor—for the swords and for me! Please, take Sandai Kitetsu and Yubashiri as a gift!"
Chiyu shook his head. "I appreciate the gesture, but business is business." He set 500,000 Berries on the counter, sheathed both swords, hung them beside Yama‑arashi, and strode out.
Ipponmatsu watched him go, speechless. "What an extraordinary man… His name?"
Tashigi, still shaken, murmured, "He said it at the base… Uchiha Chiyu."
"Uchiha Chiyu… A strange name—but I fear it will soon echo across the world."
Tashigi nodded reluctantly. "Yes. I have a feeling this man will turn the whole world—"
"—upside down."
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