Gear Fourth -

“Gomu Gomu no…”

He walked past her to the deck. The wind was picking up. Dark clouds boiled on the horizon. The crew was scrambling to tie down barrels. Jinbe was at the helm, calm as stone. gear fourth

He muttered the words aloud in the quiet cabin. His fist began to darken. Coating. The black of Busoshoku spread up his wrist like ink in water. Then, he bit down on his thumb. “Gomu Gomu no…” He walked past her to the deck

And as the Sunny plunged into the dark, Luffy’s shadow—with its small, wiry frame—seemed for just a second to ripple and swell. A giant. A king. A rubber man who refused to break. Luffy’s shadow—with its small

Sanji lit a cigarette against the wind. “At least he’s not brooding anymore.”