Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

"Now that everyone's here, let's talk about our plans for the future?"

"Navy Knock said."

"My transfer order has come down. I'm being promoted to Navy Headquarters Captain, plus a spot in a training program." He paused. "It's supposedly elite training, where I can learn advanced versions of the Six Styles, and there should also be a way to learn Haki."

In addition, outstanding performance in elite training can effectively enhance one's reputation, allowing one to accumulate prestige while cultivating oneself—a win-win situation.

"Domineering?" Fishman Nok's eyes lit up.

Swordsman Nok continued, "I also have Haki. As you know, the samurai of Wano Country call it 'Ryuo,' which is essentially an advanced application of Armament Haki. I've already grasped a bit of the basics."

Navy Nock nodded; he had already felt it during today's battle.

Swordsman Nock continued:

"Not quite," he withdrew his hand, "but soon."

Navy Nock: "In that case, I'll join the training program and focus on Observation Haki. Since you have Ryuo, Armament Haki will be yours."

Swordsman Nock nodded: "Okay."

Both of them looked at the fishman Nok.

Fishman Nok grinned, his shark teeth gleaming.

"Me? I'll go find Jinbe."

"Jinbe?" Navy Nock raised an eyebrow. "Learning Fish-Man Karate?"

"right."

"Everyone has a clear plan, so let's leave it at that." Navy Nock extended his hand.

Let's work together!

"good!"

...

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The mornings in Fishman Street were as gloomy as ever.

Knok stood on the hull of a half-sunken cargo ship, shirtless, and slowly threw a punch at the seawater in front of him.

It's not a fast punch.

It's a slow punch.

Each punch felt like pushing something heavy; the trajectory of his arm across the seawater created subtle eddies, and his muscles tightened, relaxed, and tightened again inch by inch with each movement.

Fishman Karate.

Or rather, it was his own creation of Fishman Karate.

Without a teacher, you can only rely on your intuition.

He possessed an advantage that other fishmen lacked: the Six Powers technique he had received from the Navy's Nok, which granted him control over his body far exceeding that of ordinary fishmen. He could feel the contraction of every muscle and sense the flow of power within his body with each breath.

This is enough.

Take it easy.

After finishing his punches, Nock stopped and let out a long breath.

He looked down at his hands; beneath his blue skin, the muscles were smooth and powerful. In the past seven days, he had neither stopped training nor ceased his control over Fishman Street.

Speaking of control—

Nock looked up and gazed at the area deep within Fishman Street where shipwrecks were gathered.

He didn't change the rules of Fishman Street.

It's not that I don't want to change, it's that I can't.

The root of the chaos in Fishman Street is not the thugs or any boss, but resources. This slum is home to the lowest rungs of Fishman Island. They have no jobs, no income, and no hope. If they can snatch a bite to eat, they consider it a victory.

You expect these people to follow the rules?

If you follow the rules, you'll starve.

So Nock didn't change anything; he can still steal and fight, but there's one thing he can't do: kill.

This is all he can do right now.

As for the future...

tell you later.

"oi!"

A voice came from behind.

Nock turned around.

A tall figure emerged from the shadows of the shipwrecked group, with gray-blue skin, a jagged nose, and sharp eyes. He was a shark-like creature, in his twenties, and wearing Wang Jun's standard armor.

Ah Long.

Nock's eyes narrowed slightly.

Arlong, who committed evil deeds in Cocoyasi Village for eight years in the original work, was defeated by Luffy, and caused Bellemere to sacrifice her life to save Nami, had enough crimes to warrant the transformation into a flower sword.

But the Arlong in front of us hasn't experienced those things yet. He's just Jinbe's underling. He joined the Kingdom Army with Jinbe and has quite a reputation in Fishman Town, after all, he's a follower of Jinbe.

Ah Long swam closer, looked Nok up and down, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Baru said, 'Are you the new boss?'" he asked.

"Yes," Knok said.

"I beat him into submission, and now Fishman Street is mine."

Ah Long was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't a malicious laugh, but rather a laugh tinged with surprise and appreciation. He circled around Nok, his gaze sweeping over Nok.

"That Pazu guy, he wasn't all that great, but he did hang out with Jinbe for a while," he said. "The fact that you managed to beat him into submission... that's interesting."

Nock did not speak.

He was also sizing up Ah Long.

Nok had mixed feelings about him, after all, Arlong was really good to his fellow merfolk.

The future Ah Long is indeed a villain deserving of a thousand cuts, but he hasn't done those evil deeds yet. If he can change, perhaps he won't need to be given a razor blade.

At this moment, there was no hostility in Aaron's eyes when he looked at Nok, only curiosity and a hint of approval. That's how it is in Fishman Street—whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak. Nok beat Balu into submission, so he's the new boss, and Aaron acknowledges that.

"What's up?" Nock asked.

"Just routine." Arlong waved his hand. "Boss Jinbe asked me to check on Fishman Town every now and then, after all... this is where we grew up."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated shipwrecks and gray coral reefs around him, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Nock was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"I want to see Jinbe."

Ah Long turned his head and looked at him.

Why?

"I want to follow him," Nok said directly. "I want to become stronger, and I want to learn Fishman Karate. He used to live in Fishman Street, he knows the people here, and I want to follow him."

Ah Long stared at him for a long time.

Then he grinned.

"Interesting." He patted Nock on the shoulder. "Okay, I'll take you there."

......

Two days later.

Fishman Island, outside Dragon Palace City, the royal army's garrison.

Nok met Jinbe for the first time.

As he was in the impression, Jinbe was tall and imposing, standing there like a small mountain with a body over three meters tall. But what really caught Nok's attention was Jinbe's eyes.

Calm, profound.

Like the deepest undercurrents in the ocean, the surface is calm, but underneath lies a power capable of overturning everything.

"You're Nok?" Jinbe asked, his voice deep and resonant. "Arlong said you beat Pazu into submission, so you're the boss of Fishman Street now?"

"Yes." Nock nodded.

"Why do you want to see me?"

Nok raised his head and met Jinbe's gaze.

"I want to follow you," he said. "To learn fishman karate and become stronger."

Jinbe didn't speak, he just looked at him.

That kind of gaze left him nowhere to hide; Nock felt like he was being scrutinized from head to toe.

"And then what happens after you get stronger?" Jinbe asked.

Nock was silent for a moment.

He thought of Fishman Street, the children scavenging for food in the garbage dump, the women being dragged away by human traffickers, and the faces that lived simply to survive.

He thought back to his fifteen years.