Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

This is the insight of Fishman Karate—to let power flow through the body, rather than to unleash it brute force. The words Jinbe taught to Fishman Nok have also become his insights through sharing.

The flowing seawater and the drifting cherry blossoms do indeed share a similar charm.

"Let the power flow, not explode."

He closed his eyes, feeling the black energy slowly coursing across the surface of his fist, like a living thing.

Cherry blossoms.

The samurai of Wano Country call it "Ryuo," which is actually an advanced application of Armament Haki.

He's reached the threshold.

"good."

A deep voice came from the shadows.

Nock withdrew his fist and turned around.

In a corner where the moonlight couldn't reach, a figure slowly emerged, dressed in Wano Country attire, wearing a mask that revealed only a pair of eyes—calm yet restless, like a flame covered by snow.

Kyoshiro.

Or rather, Denjiro.

Once one of the Nine Sheaths, he now lurks beside Orochi, living as "Kyoshiro".

He walked into the moonlight, took off his mask, and revealed a face completely different from the one his former companions knew. His original appearance had been completely changed, replaced by a face with a sinister smile.

But those eyes didn't change; they always held a fire within them.

"Two months," Denjiro said. "Your progress is much faster than I expected."

Nock did not speak.

Denjiro walked up to him, his gaze sweeping over him before finally settling on the fist he had just clenched.

"You've already mastered Armament Haki?" he asked.

Nock nodded.

"Where's Ryuo?"

"It's still a long way off," Nock said honestly, "but I already have some ideas."

Denjiro was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed.

The smile looked somewhat eerie in the moonlight, after all, the face itself was a product of disguise, but Nok could sense that there was genuine satisfaction in that smile.

"Alright," Denjiro said, "we can wrap up the plan you proposed."

Nock's eyes narrowed.

Four years ago, he proposed a plan to Denjiro—

He will disguise himself as "Ugly Duckling" and specifically target Orochi's businesses, causing trouble for them: casinos, loan sharks, weapons workshops, granaries—anything that can be touched will be targeted. Orochi will definitely send people to hunt him down.

One comes, one is killed.

Come on, two come, kill them both.

If Orochi is forced to rely on no one left, he will have no choice but to depend even more on Kyoshiro. At that point, Denjiro will naturally gain a more important position and greater power, ultimately—

To usurp Orochi's power and even overthrow the dark rule of the entire Wano Country.

Ultimately, in this pirate world where all power is concentrated in one person, strength is everything. Nock doesn't quite understand this. Even though Orochi is such a useless person, there are still people under his command who respect him.

But Nok was definitely not satisfied and had been planning to get rid of this piece of trash.

The plan has been implemented relatively smoothly over the past four years.

The name "Ugly Duckling" has spread throughout the Flower Capital. The loan sharks are terrified of him, and the officials who oppress the people cannot sleep at night. The Great Serpent has sent countless people to hunt him down, but none of them have returned.

"This time," Denjiro said in a low voice, "Orochi is panicking."

Nock looked at him.

"Whom did he send?"

Denjiro's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity".

Nock's lips curled up slightly.

Fortune, prosperity, and longevity.

Indeed, even the gods of fortune, prosperity, and longevity have been dispatched; the giant snake is truly desperate.

Orochi's most capable lieutenant, leader of the Oniwabanshu, and a powerful ninja proficient in both taijutsu and ninjutsu. In the original story, he was Orochi's most loyal henchman, far surpassing the strength of the previous underlings.

"He came in person?"

"Yes." Denjiro nodded. "Orochi has realized that 'Ushimitsu Kozo' is no ordinary thief. The fact that he sent Fukurokuju means... he's afraid."

Nock was silent for a moment.

"Where?"

"The wealthy area to the east," Denjiro said. "He'll be leading a search there tonight; as far as I know, he's planning to lie in wait."

Nock's lips curled up slightly.

Sitting on the sidelines?

Let's see who the "rabbit" is.

He turned around, walked to the knife rack in the corner of the room, and picked up the knife that had been with him for two years—not a famous knife, but a good knife made of fine steel by a master craftsman, which had been sufficient for his needs in the past.

"I went," he said.

Denjiro called out to him.

"etc."

Nock turned around.

Denjiro took a small cloth bag out of his pocket and tossed it to him.

Nock caught it and opened it.

It is a mask.

The simple cloth mask could only cover the upper half of the face, but under the moonlight, it exuded an indescribable feeling.

"Since he's called 'Ugly Duckling,' he should at least look presentable," Denjiro said. "Wear it."

Nock looked at the mask in his hand and remained silent for two seconds.

Then put it on.

Denjiro looked at him and nodded.

"You just need to hold off Fu Lu Shou and wait for me."

"it is good."

"Remember, Fu Lu Shou are not those useless people from before. Be careful."

Nock did not turn around.

His figure disappeared into the night, vanishing into the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach.

Denjiro stood there, looked in that direction, and then turned and left.

...

East of Flower City, an affluent area.

The moonlight was drowned out by the light of the lanterns.

Along the wide streets, brightly lit houses with carved beams and painted rafters, and upturned eaves, with stone lions inlaid with gold leaf at the gates, were a common sight. Merchants in kimonos, arm in arm with geishas, ​​went in and out of taverns, their laughter, the sounds of stringed instruments, and the clinking of dice mingling together and drifting far on the night breeze.

The air was filled with the aroma of wine, cosmetics, and the cloying sweetness of money.

There is no night here.

Or rather, the night belongs to pleasure.

At the end of the street, a three-story building is brightly lit and decorated, with a golden signboard hanging above the door. This is the largest gambling den in the wealthy district, where hundreds of thousands of dollars circulate every night. Some people become rich overnight, while others lose everything.

But for some, it's just a cage.

In the shadows opposite the Fu Gui Building, Fu Lu Shou sat cross-legged on the roof, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes fixed on the door like those of a hawk.

"Sir," a man in black whispered from behind, "he has already gone inside."

Fu Lu Shou did not speak, but simply nodded slightly.

That wealthy businessman, the owner of Tsugawa-ya, is now the most notorious loan shark in the Flower Capital. He greets people with a smile when lending money, but is more ruthless than anyone else when collecting debts. He has driven countless people to their deaths.

Such people are the most hated by "Ugly Ducklings".

"Tell him," Fukurokuju finally spoke, "that whatever he loses tonight, it's all Lord Orochi's money. He just needs to act convincingly."

This is a lie. Because of the trouble caused by Ushimitsu, Lord Orochi is bleeding to the point of being bloodshot. Once this mission is over, that wealthy merchant will probably be swallowed whole by Orochi.

But this has nothing to do with Fukurokuju. His task is simply to be Orochi's obedient dog, nothing more.

The man in black accepted the order and left.

Fu Lu Shou continued to stare at the door, his face cold and stern.

"Ugly brat..." he murmured, "This time, I must help Lord Orochi get rid of this troublemaker."