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Sanji reluctantly handed over the cigarette, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and resignation. Toshiro took it with a smug smile, lighting it effortlessly with a flick of his fingers. He took a long drag, savoring the moment.

As Toshiro inhaled the cigarette, his mind drifted to another matter entirely. He believed he had finally figured out how to achieve and open Kamino. The process involved a delicate balance: colliding both Cleave and Dismantle together by using them against each other. By adjusting Cleave to a precise level, he could ignite Kamino.

It was just like lighting a lighter. The fuel was his stamina, while the ignition mechanism comprised both Cleave and Dismantle. Once ignited, maintaining Kamino was akin to holding down the lighter's button, continuously containing the flame. But of course, he needed to unlock Cleave first.

Just as he had ignited the cigarette with his finger, he had been spamming very small dismantles, attacking each other to form a small spark. However, that was the limit of what he could currently achieve. He needed more control and precision to combine Cleave and Dismantle on a much larger scale.

Toshiro exhaled a plume of smoke, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips. "Sanji," he said, turning his attention back to the wounded cook, "if I ask you to make me a sandwich and you don't, or if you try to run away or play any tricks, I swear by my name, Toshiro Arai, that I will hunt down and kill everyone you care about. Even if they run their whole lives, I will find them and kill them."

Sanji's eyes burned with anger and determination, but he remained silent, knowing that any protest would only endanger his friends further. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of Toshiro's threat pressing down on him.

Toshiro watched Sanji for a moment, his gaze cold and calculating. "Good," he finally said, taking another drag from his cigarette. "I'm glad we have an understanding."

The room was thick with tension, the chefs and patrons of Baratie watching in fear and sorrow. Sanji's heart ached for his friends and the life he was being forced to leave behind. But deep down, he knew that he would endure whatever it took to protect them.

...............….

(note: The Mc is will portrayed as racist toward everyone that is not Human in this fiction)

Toshiro sat in his room, reflecting on his recent actions. Kidnapping Nami and forcing her to be his navigator, beating a servant to death and making him his personal attendant, and threatening a cook to abandon the only home he had ever known to become his personal chef. If someone were to question why Toshiro was taking these people by force, knowing they could easily betray him and cause significant losses, the answer was simple: Toshiro didn't care.

For Toshiro, life was about enjoyment and convenience. He wanted servants to cater to his every need, and now he had a chef with exceptional cooking skills. The only aspect of his life he hadn't yet addressed was his sexual desires, a realm he wasn't quite sure how to navigate in this world. He mused about the possibility of acquiring slaves for entertainment, contemplating the thrill of dominance.

The idea of betrayal didn't concern him. In fact, Toshiro saw it as a potential positive experience. He believed that every life experience, good or bad, was beneficial. Having never been betrayed before, he wondered if betrayal could stir some emotion within him, adding a new dimension to his existence. In his mind, even a negative experience could be enriching, making him feel something, anything, in the otherwise monotonous flow of his life.

"For my domain…" Toshiro whispered to himself, certain that he would acquire his domain once he awakened his fruit. The thought filled him with a mix of anticipation and determination.

"Well, let's see how everyone's getting along," Toshiro said, standing up and heading straight to where his new acquisitions were.

He walked through the corridors of the ship, his footsteps echoing in the silence. As he approached the deck, he could hear the faint sounds of the crew going about their tasks, a reminder of the control he exerted over everyone on board.

First, he found Nami at the navigation station. She was focused on her work, her expression a mix of defiance and resignation. She didn't acknowledge his presence, but Toshiro could sense her anger simmering beneath the surface.

"How are we doing, navigator?" he asked, his tone casual.

Nami didn't look up. "We're on course," she replied curtly.

Toshiro smiled, pleased with her compliance, even if it was forced. Next, he made his way to the kitchen, where Sanji was busy preparing a meal. The aroma of his cooking filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension that permeated the ship.

"Smells good," Toshiro commented, leaning against the doorframe.

Sanji didn't respond immediately, his focus on the task at hand. Finally, he looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and determination. "It'll be ready soon," he said, his voice steady despite the underlying anger.

Toshiro nodded, satisfied that Sanji was fulfilling his role. He then moved to find Kuro, who was carrying out some menial task on the deck. Kuro's face was a mask of forced obedience, the memory of his recent punishment still fresh.

Everything in order, Kuro?" Toshiro asked.

"Yes, Toshiro-sama," Kuro replied, his tone respectful but devoid of warmth.

"Good. After I finish my meal, you and Sanji come to the training room. I want to start learning something," Toshiro said, turning to go back to his room.

"No problem," Kuro responded, his curiosity piqued about what Toshiro was planning.

Toshiro made his way back to his quarters, the scent of Sanji's cooking lingering in the air. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He had set his sights on awakening his abilities and mastering Kamino. Everything he had done up to this point was a step toward that goal.

Sanji soon entered, carrying a tray with an expertly prepared meal. He placed it in front of Toshiro without a word, his expression a mask of controlled anger.

Toshiro savored the meal, appreciating Sanji's culinary skills despite the tension between them. As he finished, he set aside the tray and made his way to the training room.

Kuro and Sanji were already there, waiting in the dimly lit space dedicated to honing skills and testing limits. Toshiro glanced at both of them, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Shall we start then?" he asked, holding a blindfold in his hand.