Sanji

Nami and Kuro quickly followed Toshiro, who had already started eating. They sat beside him and called for a waiter to take their order. Just as they were about to place it, their attention was drawn to a heated argument nearby.

"Get on your knees now, and I might forgive you, trash," a pirate-looking guy sneered.

"Over my dead body," the other guy shot back defiantly.

"I'll slap you into a different nationality," the pirate threatened.

"I'll punch you so hard that every woman will ask where you got such an intricate tattoo on your face," the other guy retorted.

As they stared each other down and flipped the food off the table, about to start fighting, a blond-haired man intervened.

"You guys know the rules, right? We don't waste food, and we don't fight in Baratie," he said firmly.

"This isn't going to be a fight; I'm going to kill him," the pirate guy snarled.

"I'd like to see you try," the other guy responded.

Just as they were about to start fighting, Sanji swiftly subjugated them with ease using his kicking style.

"What a nice move," Nami remarked, impressed.

"Not bad, for a chef," Kuro added.

Toshiro watched Sanji with a meaningful look but didn't say a word.

Ignoring the two knocked-out fighters, Sanji approached Toshiro's table. "Welcome to Baratie, our restaurant where everything's bad except the food," Sanji said with a nonchalant expression. "What would you like to order?"

Toshiro glanced at the menu briefly before looking back at Sanji. "I'll take the best dish you've got," he said simply.

Sanji nodded. "Coming right up," he said, turning to Nami and Kuro. "And for you tw-- Lady?"

The moment Sanji noticed Nami, his personality completely changed. His eyes sparkled, and he immediately adopted a more charming demeanor. "Oh, my beautiful lady, what can I get for you?" he asked, practically swooning.

Nami blinked in surprise at the sudden change. "Uh, I'll have the seafood platter," she said, a bit taken aback.

"An excellent choice, my dear," Sanji said, bowing slightly. "And for you, sir?" he asked Kuro, his tone much less enthusiastic.

"I'll just have whatever he's having," Kuro said, gesturing to Toshiro.

"Very well," Sanji replied, his attention quickly returning to Nami. "I'll be right back with your orders, my lovely lady."

Kuro watched Sanji's antics with mild disdain. He adjusted his glasses, his expression remaining cool and calculating. "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath. "Wasting time fawning over women instead of focusing on his work. Typical."

Nami shot him a glare. "At least he's kind," she retorted. "Something you could learn from."

Kuro's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing more, simply crossing his arms and waiting for the food to arrive.

Nami noticed Toshiro's gaze. "You thinking of recruiting him?" she asked.

Maybe," Toshiro replied cryptically. "Depends on how good his food is."

As the food arrived and they started eating, they were shocked at how good Sanji's food was. The flavors were rich and balanced, each dish a masterpiece in its own right.

"This... this is amazing," Nami said, savoring a bite. "I didn't expect it to be this good."

Kuro, normally composed and reserved, couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Even for a pirate chef, this is exceptional."

Toshiro, usually indifferent to such things, gave a small, appreciative nod. "Not bad at all."

Sanji, overhearing their comments, smirked with pride. "Glad you like it. Our food is what makes Baratie the best restaurant on the sea."

Before anyone could respond, the door burst open and the same group of intimidating pirates entered again. Their leader, a tall and burly man with a menacing presence, scanned the room before his eyes settled on Sanji.

"You! Blondie!" the leader shouted. "We need food, and we need it now. And it better be free, or this place is going down."

Sanji's expression darkened as he lit a cigarette and took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. "We don't serve freeloaders here. If you want food, you'll pay like everyone else." He exhaled a plume of smoke, adding, "You can enter and eat, but the moment you cause a problem, you will suffer the consequences."

The pirates laughed, their leader,Gojo satoru, sneering. "Is that a threat, chef? Do you know who I am?"

Sanji remained unfazed, his gaze steady. "I don't care who you are. This is Baratie. We have rules, and everyone follows them."

Gojo Satoru's face twisted with anger. "You're making a big mistake, Blondie."

"Ugh, I hate when people stop me from enjoying my food," Toshiro leaned back in his chair and looked at Gojo with an annoyed expression.

Toshiro raised his hand and started chanting. Upon noticing this, Nami's face darkened, and she looked at Sanji, warning him urgently, "If you don't want to die, get down quickly."

Sanji blinked in confusion but saw the seriousness in her eyes and immediately ducked.

Kuro raised an eyebrow, looking at Nami with confusion, but before he could react further, Toshiro's chant reached its climax.

 "Scale of the Dragon"

"Recoil"

"Twin meteors"

"Kai" ✌️ ━

After Toshiro swiftly formed a ✌️ with his fingers, a colossal dismantling force surged forth, aimed at Gojo and his pirate crew. In a blink, the mighty assault cleaved through them all, leaving their bodies split in half, collapsing to the floor. Remarkably, only the lower half of Gojo's body remained standing, defying gravity's pull.

The restaurant fell silent, the patrons and staff staring in shock at the sudden and brutal end of the pirates. Sanji slowly rose from his crouch, his eyes wide as he took in the scene.

Nami exhaled in relief, her heart pounding. "You... you really didn't hold back," she muttered.

Toshiro shrugged, nonchalantly brushing off his hands. "I told you, I hate interruptions."

Sanji looked at Toshiro with a mix of awe and caution. "What... what kind of power is that?"

"Toshiro ignored Sanji's question and continued eating, but the gruesome scene had a profound effect on everyone else present. Their appetites vanished, and some even began to vomit as confusion and fear gripped the atmosphere.

.....

After finishing his meal, Toshiro rose from his seat and turned to Sanji. "I need a cook on my ship. Join me."

Sanji, taken aback by the sudden invitation, looked puzzled. "I refuse."

Toshiro smiled at Sanji's response. "And why is that?"

"I have no obligation to answer you," Sanji replied, attempting to light another cigarette.

Quick as lightning, Toshiro snatched the cigarette and lighter from Sanji's hand and placed the latter between his lips, attempting to light it for the first time in his life.

Sanji, bewildered by Toshiro's actions, felt a surge of irritation but held his tongue, glaring at Toshiro in silence."

"Toshiro coughed as he spoke, 'My parents were very strict with me, you know.' He cleared his throat, still adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of smoke, before continuing with a wry smile. 'Never tried one of these before.'

"What's that have to do with me?" Sanji asked, puzzled by Toshiro's sudden change of subject.

Ignoring Sanji's question, Toshiro lifted his hand, aiming at a chef. 'If you don't join me, I will kill and torture everyone you know here,' he declared, his smile devoid of emotion, his face blank."