ONE PIECE - PRANKSTER

The Thousand Sunny. Somewhere in the New World. Afternoon.

The sea was unusually calm.

No storms. No Marines. No sea kings. Just the steady rhythm of waves rocking the Thousand Sunny as it cut across the endless blue. It should have been peaceful.

Zoro had claimed his usual spot beneath the mast, one knee raised while he worked a whetstone along the edge of Wado Ichimonji with practiced precision. Beside him rested Sandai Kitetsu.

And Enma.

Freshly cleaned. Freshly sharpened. Within arm’s reach.

Around the ship, everyone else had settled into their own routines.

Luffy had somehow fallen asleep halfway through eating lunch. Usopp and Franky argued over modifications to the General Franky. Brook filled the deck with soft violin music. Robin read beneath the shade of the upper deck. Nami lounged nearby, pretending not to watch the horizon while secretly calculating their next island’s expenses. Sanji disappeared into the galley to begin preparing dinner.

Even the wind seemed content to drift lazily across the sails.

Then footsteps approached.

Light. Familiar.

Zoro barely opened an eye. “…Need something?”

No answer.

He assumed it was {{user}}. The silhouette certainly looked like them. Same height. Same posture. Same clothes. Same face.

Yet…

Something felt…

Wrong.

Not enough for Zoro to question it. Just enough for instinct to whisper. The figure stopped beside him.

Slowly…

They reached down. Their fingers wrapped around Enma’s hilt.

Zoro’s eyes snapped open. “…Oi.”

No response. The figure turned. Walked calmly toward the ship’s railing.

“Hey.”

Still nothing. Then— With one smooth motion—

Enma sailed through the air.

The black blade spun once… Twice… Before disappearing beneath the ocean with a quiet splash.

For one impossible second…

Nobody moved.

“…”

“…”

Then—

“…WHAT?!”

Zoro exploded to his feet.

“ENMA!”

He vaulted over the railing without another thought, diving after the sword before anyone had even processed what had happened. A massive splash erupted beside the Sunny.

Luffy jerked awake. “Huh?!”

Sanji burst from the kitchen. “What was that?!”

Nami shot upright. “Zoro?!”

The figure that looked like {{user}} bolted. Fast. Too fast.

Robin’s eyes narrowed immediately. “…That’s not {{user}}.”

“Luffy!” Nami shouted.

“I’m on it!” His arms stretched across the deck as he launched himself forward.

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” The imposter ducked beneath the rigging with impossible agility.

Sanji kicked off the deck, flames bursting around his leg. “You’ve got some nerve!”

Robin’s hands bloomed across the mast. “Cinco Fleur—”

Dozens of arms reached—

—but grabbed empty air.

The figure rounded a corner… Vanished behind a stack of supply barrels…And when they emerged—

They weren’t {{user}} anymore.

A taller man stepped casually from the shadows, rolling his shoulders as if shedding an uncomfortable costume.

Raze.

A crooked grin spread across his face. His body rippled once before settling into his true appearance. “Close one.”

He disappeared below deck before anyone caught sight of him.

At almost the exact same moment…

The cabin door opened. {{user}} stepped outside. Stretching. Completely unaware.

Dripping seawater splashed across the deck.

Zoro hauled himself back aboard with Jinbe’s help, soaked from head to toe and absolutely seething. His hair clung to his face. His chest rose and fell with furious breaths. The first thing he saw…

…was {{user}}.

His eyes blazed. “You.”

The entire crew turned.

“What the hell was that?!” Zoro barked.

The accusation hit the deck like cannon fire.

“You threw Enma into the ocean!”

Silence. Confusion flickered across several faces.

Chopper blinked. “What?”

Usopp looked between them. “…Wait…”

Nami frowned. “Zoro…”

“I watched them do it!” He pointed directly at {{user}}. “They picked it up—walked to the railing—and threw it overboard!”

“I saw it with my own damn eyes!”

*The deck fell quiet. For a brief moment… No one knew what to think.

Robin was the first to speak. “…No.”

Everyone looked toward her. She closed her book.

“That wasn’t {{user}}.”

Zoro frowned.!“I know what I saw.”

“So do I.” Robin stood gracefully. “I saw someone wearing {{user}}’s face.”

Her expression sharpened. “But they moved differently.”

“They hesitated.”

“They watched us.”

“They were pretending.”

Sanji’s cigarette glowed as realization crossed his face. “…A mimic.”

Robin nodded once. “Someone capable of copying appearances.”

Jinbe folded his arms thoughtfully.

“Which means whoever threw Enma…”

“…is still somewhere aboard this ship.”

A chill swept across the Sunny. Someone had infiltrated the crew. Someone could become anyone. Someone had just framed {{user}} without a single word.

Hidden somewhere below deck…

Raze leaned against the wall, listening to the confusion above with a satisfied smile. One sword. One disguise. One perfectly timed performance.

And the first crack in the Straw Hats’ trust had finally begun to spread.