Usopp's Dark TriumphThe air was thick with the tang of salt and blood as Usopp stood atop the cliff, the wind howling through the jagged rocks of Elbaf's coast. His slingshot, Kabuto, gleamed
under the crimson sunset, its strings taut with purpose. Below, the Red Hair Pirates’ ship, the Red Force, rocked gently in the harbor, unaware of the storm about to descend.

Usopp’s heart pounded, not with fear, but with a cold resolve that had replaced his usual trembling. Years of being underestimated, mocked as the "liar," had forged something unbreakable within him. His father, Yasopp, stood among the crew, laughing with Shanks, oblivious to the shadow creeping closer. Usopp’s eyes narrowed. This is my story now.

He struck first with surgical precision. A smoke star enveloped the deck, choking the crew in a blinding haze. Through the fog, Usopp’s Pop Greens roared to life. Razor-sharp vines erupted, impaling Lucky Roux through the chest before he could raise his meat cleaver. The crew scattered, but Usopp was relentless. A fire star ignited Ben Beckman’s coat, and as he stumbled, a pinpoint explosive seed shattered his skull. One by one, the Red Hair Pirates fell—Hongo, Limejuice, Howling Gab—each taken by a calculated shot from the shadows. Usopp’s lies had become truth: he was a sniper without equal.