Chapter 4:

The Baratie

"…."=speaking.

'…'=thinking.

"'Inner thoughts'"=images or memories within somebody's head.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or One Piece They are the property and brainchildren of Masashi Kishimoto and Eiichiro Oda, respectively.

"So, this is the Baratie?" Sakura asked rhetorically. Gaping at the abstract design of the ship.

"I think it looks cool! And you definitely can't mistake or ignore it. Huh?"

Kakashi chuckled, "Well, Naruto. I guess there is some truth to your words."

"Hm. It looks a like a dork's playhouse. Can this place really be a restaurant?" Sasuke chimed in.

The floating restaurant had two masts, with sails coloured shades of pale and medium yellow. A fish's head made up the front, with an oversized rudder stylized as a caudal fin. The rest of the ship was a single 3-storey building, painted green and surrounded by a narrow deck.

As they approached, Kakashi instructed Sasuke and Naruto to each grab an oar and begin rowing in close. Near the docks, he readied a long coil of rope but-

"Hey! Whatcha rowing up thera for?"

A large, oddly portioned figure called to them. The man had massive forearms, thin legs, and broad shoulders. Topped off by a buzz-cut, and a black, thin goatee. With two heart tattoos on his left arm.

"Is there a problem?" Kakashi inquired with their host.

"If you wanna dock at da restaurant, row around the back. That's where we tie off da boats, not loiterin' at the front door. Come around and I'll meet you there."

Kakashi nodded, angling the rudder while the boys continued to row. Soon the figure met them around back, calling for a morning line. Once the ship was tied off, he spotted Sakura.

"Well hello there, little pint-sized lady. I'm Patty, a cook here at the Baratie." Dashing forth, the man knelt, offering his hand.

"Please, accept my humble welcome to da Baratie, you troublesome hooligan. Please be welcome at this establishment, I offer you a nice meal, and my help to step aboard, you little fool."

Sakura…was…perplexed and mad at the name. "What was that you called me!?" Brushing the hand aside, she clumsily jumped the gap, nearly falling over.

Once she was aboard, the man rushed to the door. "Please, step inside, you whiny, tiny pre-teen. A table will be ready soon and-"

"Hey! Stop insulting Sakura-chan, big guy!" Naruto confronted him.

Immediately, the reception changed.

"What was that you damn crook! I was being nice to a rare female customer! Wait, you a customer too?" Patty confronted Naruto.

"Ummmmm. Actually…" Kakashi interjected.

"We don't have much money to pay for a meal. We're here to-Whoa!"

At the words "no money" Patty was flying towards Kakashi. The Jonin nimbly dodged him, and the roundhouse punch that followed.

"Get out here, cheapskate! Our policy is to only serve paying customers here. So, if you can't pay, get back in ya boat, and get gone!"

The man took another swing at Kakashi, while the Genin moved to help.

Until an odd interruption.

"Get outa my restaurant! Drunk-eyes!"

"Whoa!"

With a splash, three figures were overboard.

After the first shout, a haggard, drunken man was kicked through the doors. Passing Sakura, missing Kakashi and Naruto, he struck Patty and Sasuke hit by the pair, launching all three for an unwelcome swim in the ocean.

"Sasuke!" "Sasuke!" the other Genin cried.

"Hey, Patty! Are you scaring away customers again?"

Through the doors, an old, rotund and powerful man stepped outside. Wearing a cook's outfit and a ridiculously high chef's hat. A pair of hard eyes locked on to Kakashi, while Sakura and Naruto helped Sasuke out of the water. Stroking a braided moustache with two bouncing points, the man swept his eyes out at his accidental victims.

"Huh. Sorry for the swim, little brat."

Naruto glared at the man. Before he froze and began to laugh out loud.

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Wh-why do you have such a tall hat, Old guy?"

The chef frowned, halfway to kicking some manners into the boy. But settled for a light bonk on Naruto's head, using that same hat. "You disrespectful brat! I'm the chef here, Zeff. So of course, I get a tall chef's hat! So, are you guys customers here, or looking for something else?"

Kakashi, who had been watching silently, blinked at the name.

"As in Red-foot Zeff? The Pirate captain turned restaurateur?"

Zeff turned at the cool voice. "Who wants to know?" the man replied to the grey-haired ninja.

"Nobody looking for a fight. I'm a friend of Tarm. The four of us saved his village from a pirate crew a few days ago. He told us to come to you since we have some questions about the Grand Line. Can you help us?"

Zeff scowled at the man. "I'm no pirate anymore. It's true, I sailed on the Grand Line once but-"

"Hey!" An orange blur yanked at the man's springy moustache.

"Naruto!" Sakura shouted.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Have you ever heard of a place called the Elemental Nations? Or the Land of Fire? Or the Hidden Leaf Village? Come on, we're from there and you've gotta have heard about them! Ya Know!"

From there, things took a turn for the strange. Patty climbed out of the sea, to begin yelling at his boss for the kick. Sakura, for once, didn't berate Naruto and grew silent. Waiting for an answer. While Sasuke had removed his shirt to wring out sea water from it, causing Sakura to grow hearts in her eyes at the view of him shirtless.

While Zeff and Kakashi traded some long, curious looks. Searching deeply, piercingly. Until three hungry stomach's interrupted them. The Genin were each blushing, but that sealed the deal for Zeff.

"Hhhh. Kids must be hungry if three stomachs whine that loudly. Come on in and grab a table."

"But chef! They said they don't have any money to pay with! It's da customer policy. No money, no service." Patty complained.

"Shut it, Patty. I've told ya before, if anyone comes here hungry, we will feed them no matter what. Set up a table for 'em, and get back to work!" The last order, plus a solid kick to his head, had Patty scrambling inside.

"Yes, Chef!" Behind him, the Ninjas gawked in surprise, while Zeff shrugged it off, striding back inside his restaurant.

"AAAHHHHH! YOU'RE Leg!" Naruto cried in terror.

"You-you-you-you-you only have one leg! What happened! They're making you work here despite being crippled!? That's terrible! I've gotta teach the boss here a lesson!"

Rolling up his sleeves, the boy strode forward to the doors.

Until a wooden leg landed on his head, sharply.

"Didn't anyone teach you some manners, little brat!? My leg has been like this for years! I own this restaurant and run it just fine with my peg leg. Shut it and get to a table to eat!"

Several minutes later, Team 7 was enjoying several platers of delicious food. The Genin dug in with gusto, while Kakashi ate more measuredly, before stepping away to the kitchen.

"So," a voice called to his left. Turning, the Jonin found Zeff waiting for him. "Why do ya want to know anything about the Grand Line?"

The Jonin paused. Rehearsing the story he had made in his head, over the past few days.

"Well. A week ago, we met a Devil-Fruit user on our home Island called the Elemental Nations. Something happened, and he launched us to the East Blue. We landed on Tarm's Island and are looking for a way to get back home. However, our home has some, isolationist policies. Nobody has ventured out from the Elemental Nations for over a century. We're pretty lost and are looking to head to the Grand Line to sail back there."

"Tarm mentioned that you travelled to the Grand Line before. And were one of the few to come out of that sea alive. Can you tell us what we're getting into along the way, and what we'll need to prepare to sail there?"

Zeff fixed the Jonin with a hard stare. Testing. Deliberating.

"You honestly expected us to believe that! Those devil-fruit stories are bound to be a-"

"Shut it, Carne." Zeff silenced the cook. "I've heard stories more outlandish than that one. Heck, I might even know who sent them here. And if it's the right person, then they're lucky to even be alive."

"So, do you have any names to go by? You and the kids." He asked Kakashi.

"Hmmm. I'm Hatake Kakashi. The girl is named Haruno Sakura. While the boy with dark hair is called Uchiha Sasuke. I have a feeling the other boy would rather introduce himself." He replied.

Zeff frowned at the cryptic response. But shrugged it off and returned to his kitchen.

"Follow me, Kakashi. We'll talk in my office while the kids fill their stomachs. Sanji!"

"Yeah! What is it, geezer!" A blonde suave man replied. "Take care of the kids at table 16 in the dining room." Zeff barked, while Kakashi looked over the man, stsautéing a pan filled with vegetables, set it down then continued twisting knobs and moving small pots about, without either eye on his workstation.

"All of 'em are hungry, you dare let anything pull attention away an' I'll be kickin' you outa here myself. And don't go charging 'em for their meal either. Got it, brat!"

Sanji didn't respond, only stare right back at the head chef. Something passed between them, and then Zeff stomped off towards a staircase.

Following him, Kakashi was soon in a spacious bedroom where Zeff was lounging on a bed and got straight to the point. "All right. First off, Kakashi. Start by tellin' me just who the heck you are. Never see clothes like those you're carrying, and I know a fighter when I see one."

Kakashi's shock began to rise. "Well, you're right, I am something of a fighter. A ninja from the Elemental Nations, if that means anything."

"Ninjas!" Zeff shouted, with glee. "Really! Can you do some of those crazy tricks?"

The man dropped to his knees, his body trembling excitedly.

Kakashi was baffled. 'His smile is almost bigger than Naruto's.'

"Ummmm….Wait! You've heard about Ninjas? Shinobi?"

Zeff shook his head, then stood tall. Trying to regain some dignity after his childish slip-up.

"Heh. Only in passing. Most of them come from the country of Wano, and a few other places. Samurai come from there as well, some stories about these ninjas talk of them disappearing, creating copies of 'emselves, throwing sharp spinning stars, or other things. Care to give a demonstration?"

Now, Kakashi remained passive, while his excitement was mounting. 'Those sound like chakra skills! If Zeff recognizes some, then maybe Shinobi from our world have come here before!'

"Maybe," the Jonin crinkled his eye, "One rule we have are that a Ninja should never real their skills unless absolutely necessary. If a fight were to happen here, maybe you'll get the chance" the cool Hatake replied. Zeff was scowling again, and fixed the ninja with searching eyes. "Fair enough," he gruffly answered. The man began to study Kakashi, while the Jonin gave nothing away.

"Just charting one ship to travel to the Grand Line is a deal no one in this Ocean would accept. You'll likely need a buy a ship to sail there, but unless you've got some strange powers yourself or you've been there for years, you'll need a bigger boat than some four-person skiff the size of my closet. Signing up with the Marines if you just want to head somewhere wouldn't work either, as it takes decades to get enough authority to go cruising around anywhere you wanna go."

"Finding someone willing to go to the Grand Line is gonna be tough. But, you ended up in a decent place to do it. People come through my restaurant on their way to enter the Grand Line often enough. If you stick around long enough, you'll probably find someone willing to take on some extra crew before heading there, or to Logue Town."

Zeff stopped for a moment, giving Kakashi time to ponder. The Jonin poured over Zeff's suggestions.

'All of this is reasonable enough. Still, if we join an international military force or a regular pirate crew, they might not let us leave after learning about our ninja arts. Plus, none of us would want to join a crew compiled of anyone like those who we defeated in Tarm's village. Still...'

Kakashi eyed the former pirate across from him, carefully. 'This Zeff was once a pirate here as well. So maybe we can find a more agreeable pirate crew.'

"I can't promise anything though," the chef interrupted his thoughts.

"There are some different options. Another one of them would be to head towards Loguetown. It's a city near Reverse Mountain, where people enter the Grand Line. The last stop for anyone heading there, and you could certainly find a crew to join up with. But, if you want to get back home to the Grand Line, your gonna need money to do it."

"Whether to buy fresh supplies, weapons or other gear for the trip. Or staying in a hotel in Louguetown until you find someone willing to take you. If you can't even pay for a meal here, then you're gonna find a lot of problems if you head anywhere else."

Zeff eyed Kakashi carefully. "I'm not a man to turn away some extra hands, so long as they're dedicated and don't need hand holding. The lot of you could work here and save up enough money then sail, if you're willing to. Room and board are free, we accept anyone coming, no matter who or what they are, and-" Zeff raised his knee, and stomped his peg leg to the floor. "Under my roof, you follow my instructions, my rules, my word. What do ya say?"

Kakashi's eye narrowed, his posture utterly nonchalant. 'That certainly is a generous offer.'

"Zeff? I'm surprised you want to just hire us right off the bat. You don't look desperate for extra hands, so why do you want us to work here?"

The man shrugged. "Why would I not? One, you're ninjas. All boys like ninjas, so the chance to work with one is not something I'll pass up.[1] Neither would the rest of my cooks. Next, I guess you could say I have a heart of gold. Tarm is one of the few people I call a friend, aid him and you get one favour outa me. Third, should your home be as isolated as you claim, you probably don't know much of the East Blue, or a huge part of the Grand Line. That Sea is a deadly battleground. If you just go dragging three teenage kids into there unprepared, the lota you will get dead along the way. I'd rather not see some young promise snuffed out before it gets a chance to live."

Kakashi nodded, smiling through his eye and raising an open hand towards him.

"Ahhh. Well, thank you for your generosity. You do make some good points about how we'd rather find a ship to take us with no strings attached. So, what kind of jobs do you have in mind?" Kakashi resigned himself.

'Naruto and Sasuke not going to take this well. Back to D-rank jobs.'

"Hmmm," a gruff tone was colouring Zeff's voice, he was all business now. "I'll hire you as chore boys, and the girl can be a hostess. Plus, you can save some extra money off any wages or tips that come in. But none of you better start causing trouble or problems while you're at it! Plus, I want you to understand, this is no ordinary restaurant."

Zeff's voice grew low, heavy, more solemn than a funeral. "I built this restaurant for one thing. It doesn't really matter who someone is, or where they come from. If they come in here hungry, then we'll feed them 'till they're stuffed. Do I make myself clear? Can you handle that rule!"

Kakashi cocked his head, curious. But not enough to press the matter. "Doesn't sound like a problem at all."

Stepping forward, the chef offered Kakashi his hand. Which the Jonin casually shook.

"Welcome to my ship."

0…0

A week passed with Team 7 working at the Baratie. With a series of disappointments for everybody. None of the Genin were eager to become chore boys or a hostess, reminded of the boring D-rank missions from back in Konoha. Yet Kakashi's more authoritative stance as a Sensei kept their complaints to a minimum, and everyone still did their jobs. There was some excitement among their co-workers, to finally work with a woman. But they were promptly dejected to learn that Sakura was only 12 years old. Some even made the mistake of muttering about a flat-chest shrimp in front of her. Sakura's response was the chuck a plate at their heads, leading to broken dishes and an angry Zeff. But, holding to his rules, the man refused to hit her at all.

Still, on their first morning at the restaurant, Sakura got into an argument with Zeff.

"Whadda mean I can't learn how to cook!? Are you sexist against girls!?"

The pinkette accused the traditional man.

'"Cha! That is so unfair! Girls can cook even better than guys! If we learn how to, then Sasuke would love our food so much, he'll definitely ask us out for a date! CHAA!"' her Inner-persona cried out.

"I told you!" Zeff grumbled back, with sweat trickling down his brow. "I won't let a girl learn to cook in my kitchen. It's out of respect, not bias."

"Sakura-chan, quiet down," somebody called over. "The head chef has spoken, and you need to follow that. Only the sous chef can question his orders." Sanji was cleaning pots and cooking tools by a sink, with Naruto beside him. Zeff, in a rare moment, nodded in approval.[2] "Hm. Looks like you're finally learning something, eggplant And for you, Sakura," the man round back on the girl. "I don't hire female chefs for a reason. How many times in a day do you see me kick some in here?"

Thinking back on it, the girl blinked in fear. "Ummmm. At least once an hour."

"Hm. So you are watching. Sounds about right, and that is my point."

A long wooden leg stomped against the floor, and all the staff in sight froze at their tasks, wincing.

"I teach people things through violence," Zeff continued. "I can't do that with a girl or a woman. A Man mustn't ever kick a woman. Not in any way, form nor shape. That's common sense, from back when dinosaurs were still around! To any man, we carry the honour of manhood! To protect and respect the honour and dignity of a woman, any woman. Not my staff, and not me."

That closed the matter, with Zeff folding his arms. "If you wanna learn, Sakura. I am sorry. That'll have to be from somebody who isn't me. You're a welcome addition to my restaurant, but in no way do I have the capacities to teach without the use of my kicks." Done, Zeff then turned about, walking off to his kitchen. Leaving Sakura perplexed, and Naruto inspired.

Still, this admiration did not last forever.

"Come on! I thought we came here for adventures. Not more lame chores!" Naruto complained.

"Well, you did steal most of the food, Naruto. So, it's only fair for you to work hard and pay it back," Kakashi reasoned. The Jonin was lounging in a corner, reading his precious copy of Icha-icha Tactics.

"Well if that's the reason, why aren't you working too sensei? It's really unfair for Chef Zeff to give you a break, just because you loaned him one of those pervy books!"

Kakashi grinned at the memory.

"He is the head chef. And why mope around so much? Your clones have been a giant hit here at the restaurant, haven't they?"

"Definitely!" Patty shouted with glee. "Naruto here is a dream come true!" the man praised, ruffling the boy's hair.

"All those clones cut down on the clean-up we have at night to a fraction! You really are one amazing kid, kid!"

"For once, you're right about something thing Patty," a certain Sous chef replied. "But…"

BAMM!

The wall near Kakashi's head shook. With a long, Black leg stuck in the space where the Jonin's head had been. Kakashi had dodged the kick, without losing his place in the book.

"This is a kitchen for working, one way or another. Start with the dishes, or get outa here, Kakashi!"

The Jonin sighed, but nonetheless took the cue. His time at work was largely over for the day, so he just wanted a quiet spot to read. Moving into the restaurant, he found Sakura pouring over books and finances, while Sasuke was cleaning the ceiling.

Seeing the Ninjas using various chakra techniques certainly impressed many of the cooks. Aside from Naruto's Shadow clones, Zeff was ecstatic to have a convenient way to clean his ceilings, and someone with Sakura's book smarts. While he wouldn't let her anywhere near the kitchen, Sakura was pulling weight as a maître d', putting her classroom skills to work balancing the books, or managing orders for food and new furniture.

Sasuke was less thrilled at the odds jobs than Naruto, but the repetitive tasks were creating odd reactions in the boy. They gave him time to actually think, clearly, about Itachi, Kakashi, and his teammates, for once. Looking back on how heavily he trained to awaken his Sharingan in the past, while always pushing other people away. Until protecting someone else proved to be the trigger to awaken his eyes.

Kakashi himself had lighter workloads in the evenings but was still very popular with Zeff. During their first days, the Jonin had an altercation with some difficult customers. A husband and wife refusing to leave and demanding their meal should be free. Zeff was at a loss over how to deal with a particularly entitled and difficult lady, while Kakashi quickly immobilized them without any problems or injuries. What really left Zeff impressed, was how Kakashi did it without harming a woman, breaking furniture or wasting any food.

After seeing his more delicate approach, the head chef assigned him to act as a bouncer, keeping things quiet without any broken dishes or smashed furniture.

Which had already saved the Baratie hundreds of thousands of bellies.

Glancing at his Genin hard at work, Kakashi smiled. 'This kind of work really has been good for them. Something to focus on past their various personal troubles has lightened their moods, somewhat. Plus, these two seem to have taken my words about Naruto and Itachi to heart. Sakura hasn't done more than yell at him since our talk in the forest, but she still avoids him more and approaches Sasuke only sparingly. While Sasuke did apologize, and that was a milestone. Yet he spends every moment away from work quiet and contemplating.'

'Maybe some fresh training exercises will help them.'

"Hey, Kakashi," Zeff called out to the Jonin.

"I just realized. I never did compliment you a few days back. Taking care of that difficult woman who was a customer. You knew my policy about women, but managed to remove her without causing harm." Zeff nodded, while the rest of the staff became a gawking audience, with some ideas of their own.

"Hey, maybe you should take some pointers from him, boss!" Patty cried from across the room.

"Yeah, all of us want to work with a woman. Especially a curvy, beautiful one with a body to die for." Carne chimed in. Before a wistful look crossed his face.

"A real woman. Getting all sweaty in the kitchen, letting an apron hug her curves and assets. Or bending down low to give us a nice view of -"

"Carne! Get your head Outa the gutter, and get back to work!"

Zeff promptly dealt with his perverted employee. Unfortunately, Naruto had overheard. He came bursting through the doors, waving his arms and grinning. "Oh, you want to see a woman! I can help with that! HEY EVERYONE!"

Kakashi and Sasuke soon felt a sinking feeling. While Sakura was mortified.

'He Wouldn't!' 'I just cleaned the floors!'

"Naruto don't you dare-" But he already had an audience, and fingers between both hands folded together.

"Sexy Jutsu!"

In a flash, there 'she' was. A Tall, beautiful, deliciously sexy girl stood in the restaurant. Well-endowed, perhaps 16, 'she' was showing off a lot of skin, with whispy clouds covering her chest, hips and derrière, one hand was planted on her hip, the other raised behind her head, showing off some perky, nude boobies, long sexy legs, and an irresistible pout.

Each of the cooks froze. Their eyes drank in every angle of the naked figure; from her alluring bust, to a tight, sexy tush, toned and limbs legs, and what they could see of an hourglass figure.

"Ghhaaaa!" "HOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" "WHOA!"

"NAKED! NAKED! NAKED LADY!"

The last shouts called everyone in the restaurant down for a look. Zeff himself was powerless to stop it, with a steady drip of blood slipping out his nose at the sight. Sakura came stomping forwards, yet a single arm caught her shoulder so tight she couldn't move. An arm which belonged to Kakashi, who was giggling perversely at the view.

Geysers of blood came erupting from the spectators, and Sanji was doing pirouettes and waxing poetry over the spectacle. "Oh, well, I do feel my stomach empty," the illusionary girl whispered. "Would you please cook up a lot of Ramen for me?"

"None shant stop me, my princess," Sanji sang. "And what shall I call thee? Then how might the lowly form of life that I am, worship your sexiness-I mean gracefulness?"

"Oooo, you, can call me. Naruko," 'she' answered. "NARUKO!" "NARUKO!" "NARUKO!" Nearly everyone in the dining room was chanting, while Sasuke was making a new face every fresh moment, and Sakura was steaming between embarrassment, incredulity and disgust

Still...eventually...Naruto had to undo that jutsu, and there was hell to pay. Zeff was furious, and 1/3 of his staff were blacked out. But the few still awake had formed a human wall between him and Naruto, wanting to keep his pervy ninjutsu around; with Carne and Patty at the front.

"Ghhhh! You brat!" Zeff complained. "Fine. If you wanna act like rowdy teenagers in heat, then take it outside so my dining room doesn't end up covered with blood. But not tonight! Naruto's gonna clean all of this up, and disinfect every millimetre of my dining room first!" Stomping a foot in a pool of blood, one of several dotting the floors.

While Naruto pouted, muttering about pervy, old men. Kakashi noticed Sakura and Sasuke still glaring at their teammate.

'The last time I left things alone with them, it…didn't turn out very well. They probably need a distraction.' The Jonin-sensei contemplated.

"Hey, Sakura, Sasuke."

"Yes, sensei?" "What?" they replied.

"Well, I just had a small thought. While Naruto's busying cleaning here, Why don't we go to the other side of the ship and do some new training?

"WHAAATT! Cool, sensei! Let's go!" Naruto cried, barrelling to the door; and was promptly cut off by Zeff.

"You ignorant, punk!" the chef snatched him off his feet, holding the boy up by his shirt. "You're not going anywhere until my dining room is spotless. You wanna do that 'sexy'-disgrace again, take that show outside and wash it all away. Your teammates worked hard today, and they never pulled a stunt of this kind! No ninja training for you tonight!" Zeff declared. Naruto tried complaining, but- his vision exploded from a solid wood pole landing on his head. Then a second-third-fourth-at the fifth, somebody stopped Zeff's leg by grasping it high in the air. "Enough." With a chill, the head chef met Kakashi's eyes, while Naruto was on his backside with multiple welts swelling upon his head. "Nobody," Kakashi hissed, invoking a chill down Zeff's spine, "strikes, my, precious Genin. Chef, your point aside, should Naruto become unconscious, how might he tidy up in here? Is that clear?" Glaring back, Zeff, nevertheless, did not answer, only withdrawing his peg leg and stomping away, while Kakashi himself glared at Naruto, then motioned towards a mop, and the boy pulled himself to his feet, grumbling. "Hurry everyone!" Patty exclaimed. "Sooner the dining space gets spotless, the sooner were get more Naruko!" Everyone joined in at that, with Sanji at the lead.

While Kakashi and his other two students slipped out the door. "Alright," the Jonin spoke. "Now, do either of you recall our, conversations, about comrades or about Naruto?" Pouting, or in Sakura's case wearing a highly constipated look on her face, she and Sasuke each nodded.

"Well," Kakashi cracked a smile with his eye, "I want neither of you bothering Naruto over his...popular hobby. Alright? But, since he chose to indulge it, that leaves him missing out on learning new ninja skills, right now. A very essential one the pair of you can start cultivating, right now. How to walk on water."

End.

[1]-One Piece, Chapter Manga chapter 817, episode 769. Even the serious Trafalgar Law and Zoro were eager to meet a real ninja, and amazed at Raizo's skills. It's an inescapable fact, Ninjas are cool.

[2]-Sakura is 12 years old here, just on the cusp of puberty. She is way too young for Sanji to bother flirting with.