I Choose In The One Piece Class, Do I Have A Choice?

"You arrogant fool!"

Charlotte Linlin's face twisted in fury as Finn's smug grin provoked her beyond reason. Her massive frame shook, and the air around her crackled with energy.

"Enough!" she roared, her voice echoing through the air like thunder. The Homie, Napoleon, flew into her hands—transforming into a giant sword. She was done with words.

"You've gone too far, Charlotte Linlin."

Finn's calm voice cut through the tension as he glanced at her with the faintest smirk. "I've gifted you so much soul energy, and now you want to attack me with a sword? Is this how you treat your guests?"

Linlin hesitated, his words giving her pause. What he said wasn't entirely wrong. The soul energy Finn had delivered to her earlier was a gift unlike any other. It was richer than the weak offerings of her usual prey, filled to the brim with power. Her rage faltered.

Lowering Napoleon just slightly, she squinted at Finn, suspicion coloring her voice. "Who are you?"

Finn shrugged nonchalantly. "Does it matter? I heard the infamous Big Mom was hosting a tea party. I thought I'd join the fun."

"Bull!" Charlotte Brûlée snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You wounded my brother Cracker! And you didn't hold back!"

Finn raised an eyebrow, as if surprised. "You call that my fault? Your brother attacked me first without a word. What did you expect me to do? Just stand there?"

His casual demeanor only infuriated Brûlée more, but she had no retort. She knew he wasn't lying. Cracker had attacked him first.

Charlotte Smoothie finally stepped in, her voice more measured but just as firm. "Even if that's true, did you have to go that hard? Look at him. You nearly killed him!"

Finn shrugged again. "I didn't know he was that fragile. One slap and he went down. Hardly my fault, right?"

The crowd murmured in disbelief. Finn's nonchalance only fueled their outrage, but before anyone could escalate the situation further, a voice filled with power and authority boomed from the back.

"Are you strong?"

Everyone turned to see Charlotte Katakuri, the most formidable of Linlin's children, stepping forward. His presence was enough to still the room. In the Big Mom Pirates, Katakuri was second only to Linlin herself. His reputation for strength was legendary.

Finn didn't flinch. He shrugged, his eyes locking with Katakuri's. "Better than you, I'd guess."

"You're too arrogant!" another voice snapped, this time belonging to Charlotte Mont-D'Or, his tone filled with indignation.

Finn's eyes flicked over to him, a flicker of annoyance in his gaze. "Arrogant? Maybe. But in these seas, strength is arrogance. If you're strong, you have the right to be."

Mont-D'Or's face flushed with anger, but before he could respond, Linlin raised a hand to silence him. She eyed Finn carefully, her expression unreadable.

"You're right about one thing," Linlin said slowly, lowering Napoleon completely. "Strength rules the seas. And those with strength have the right to be bold."

Finn smirked. "See? That's why you're one of the Four Emperors."

The Charlotte family fumed, but none of them dared speak out of turn. Linlin had spoken, and in her crew, her word was final.

"Sword Immortal," she said, her voice still tinged with suspicion but softened by a hint of respect, "since you want to join my tea party, consider yourself my guest. That soul energy you gave me is a fine gift. Take a seat."

With a broad grin, Finn nodded. "As expected from a ruler of the seas. Thank you for your generosity."

With that, he swaggered forward, taking a seat at the main table, as the rest of the guests murmured in astonishment. The tea party resumed, though the atmosphere had shifted. All eyes were now on Finn, the mysterious Sword Immortal who had waltzed into Big Mom's territory, fought her children, and still managed to secure a seat at the table.

Stracey, the cunning beauty from Happy Street, leaned forward, flashing Finn a seductive smile. "Handsome Sword Immortal, might I have the honor of inviting you to sit by my side?"

Finn glanced at her, then at the other powerful figures around him, all vying for his attention. He chose to sit between Stracey and Morgans, the influential news tycoon.

"Of course," he said with a sly grin, "it's always better to sit with a beautiful woman."

Morgans chuckled from the other side. "You've chosen wisely! Stracey runs Happy Street, where the most beautiful women in the world gather!"

At the mention of Happy Street, Finn's smile faded, and he recoiled slightly. "I have a rule," he said coldly, his voice dropping several degrees. "I don't associate with women who've been touched by other men."

Stracey's laughter died in her throat, and the entire table went silent. The audacity of his words was shocking.

"I beg your pardon?" she stammered, her confidence slipping.

"You heard me," Finn continued, his tone calm but lethal. "I have a habit of staying clean. If you've been with other men, then I don't want to be near you."

Stracey, taken aback, raised her hands defensively. "You misunderstand, Sword Immortal! I may run Happy Street, but I'm innocent. I swear it."

Finn's eyes narrowed as he stared at her intensely. "We'll see. After the tea party, I'll check myself."

Stracey's eyes widened in confusion and shock. "Check...? What do you mean by that?"

"You heard me. If I find out you're lying, it won't end well for you."

The chilling edge in his voice sent a shiver down Stracey's spine. She knew Finn wasn't bluffing, and for the first time in her life, she felt true fear.

Finn leaned back, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her squirm. "Let's enjoy the tea party for now, shall we?"

The rest of the guests were too stunned to speak, and Stracey, drenched in cold sweat, silently resolved to make her escape the moment the party ended.