One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

On the morning of the fourth day, the submarine surfaced near Punk Hazard.

Through the porthole, you can see the island in the distance, divided in two by ice and fire.

The left half was frozen into permafrost by Aokiji's Ice Age, while the right half was scorched into a lava hell by Akainu's magma.

There is a very distinct dividing line in the middle, as if nature has done something wrong.

"arrive."

Luo stepped out of the cockpit, Ghost Cry already in his hand.

"Roy, what are you planning to do—"

Before he could finish speaking, Roy had already walked onto the deck.

The sea breeze blew in from afar, carrying the acrid smell of sulfur and the chill of ice and snow.

Two distinct smells mingled together in this area of ​​the sea, smelling like someone had poured chili oil on ice cream.

"Go about your own business."

Roy waved his hand at Roy.

"I have some personal matters to attend to."

After saying that, Roy pushed off with his feet, and his whole body turned into a streak of light and flew towards Punk Hazard Island. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the sky above the island that was divided by ice and fire.

Law stood on the deck, looking in the direction Roy had disappeared. He remained silent for a few seconds, then turned to Bepo and said:

"Prepare for landing. Proceed as planned."

"Yes, Captain!"

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When Roy flew into Punk Hazard Island, his Observation Haki had already been deployed.

The island was more dilapidated than he had imagined.

Back then, Aokiji and Akainu fought here for ten days and ten nights, completely altering the island's landscape.

Later, the Navy withdrew from the laboratory, and Doflamingo sent people to take over and rebuild the experimental factory on the ruins.

The steel-structured factory buildings were like patches nailed to the scorched ground, with pipes protruding from them, emitting thick yellow-green smoke.

Roy ignored the factories; his Observation Haki precisely locked onto a location slightly north of the center of the island.

There is an abandoned building there, which appears to be part of a former naval laboratory.

The walls were charred black by lava, half of the roof collapsed, and the remaining half was frozen white by frost.

Deep within this abandoned building, there exists an extremely faint trace of life—

It was so faint that ordinary people couldn't detect it at all, but in Roy's Observation Haki, that aura was as clear as a candle flame in the dark.

found it.

Roy's lips curled up slightly, and he spun in the air, flying towards the abandoned building.

Meanwhile, inside the abandoned laboratory, a short figure was squatting next to a dilapidated piece of experimental equipment.

Momonosuke.

This only son of the Kozuki family was sent to the future, twenty years later, at the cost of his mother, Toki Amatsuki's, life.

From disappearing in the great fire of Kuri in Wano Country to this unfamiliar era, only a few days had passed for him.

Just a few days ago, he was still in his father's arms, accompanied by his sister, and under that familiar cherry blossom tree.

Then everything caught fire.

Kaido's heat breath turned Kuri into a sea of ​​fire. With the death of her father, her mother used her last strength to activate the power of the Time-Time Fruit amidst the flames.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a completely unfamiliar place.

All around were machines I couldn't understand, the air was filled with a pungent chemical smell, and half of the ceiling above me had collapsed, revealing a hazy gray sky.

He called out to his father, his mother, his sister, and the names of his retainers, but only the sound of the wind and the occasional muffled explosions from afar answered him.

He was hungry.

He had no idea how much time had passed since he woke up, and he couldn't find anything to eat in the ruins.

He dared not touch those dilapidated machines, nor approach those smoking pipes. He could only curl up in a corner, wrap himself tightly in his clothes, and try to fight off hunger with sleep.

Until he discovered the fruit.

It was placed in a glass dome in the center of the laboratory, the surface of which was covered with dust, but the fruit inside was intact.

It was a strangely shaped fruit with a pink skin covered with scaly patterns that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

Momonosuke didn't recognize what kind of fruit it was, but hunger had overwhelmed his reason.

He found an iron pipe and smashed it against the glass cover with all his might.

Once, twice, three times.

The cracks on the glass cover multiplied, and finally it shattered with a crash.

Momonosuke threw down the iron pipe and reached out to grab the fruit.

My stomach growled twice, and my mouth watered uncontrollably.

"I'm so hungry—"

He opened his mouth and brought the fruit to his lips.

However, just as the fruit was about to touch his lips, Momonosuke's body suddenly stiffened.

His limbs, torso, neck, and even his tongue were completely immobile; only his eyeballs could move.

The fruit was less than an inch from his mouth, the texture of its peel clearly visible, but he just couldn't bring himself to bite into it.

Just as Momonosuke was struggling to break free of the control, but to no avail,

"Da, da, da."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on broken glass came from behind, unhurried and rhythmic.

Momonosuke strained his eyes to look out of the corner of his eye, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall, dark figure walking in through the doorway.

The shadowy figure was backlit, so its face was obscured, but the silhouette alone was enough to make Momonosuke's heart almost stop beating.

The shadowy figure drew closer and became clearer.

The last face emerged from the shadows—a young face with black hair.

A faint smile played on his lips, and a long black sword hung at his waist.

Momonosuke's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized the face.

Or rather, he had seen this face before.

In the great fire of Kuri in Wano Country, on the day his father was executed, and at the terrifying moment when Kaido descended—this man stood not far from Kaido.

He witnessed this man casually slay many samurai who resisted Kaido with a single stroke of his sword.

I saw him walk calmly through the flames, as if taking a stroll.

"You, you are—!!!"

Momonosuke wanted to scream, but his throat was locked by his psychic power, and he could only squeeze out a few broken syllables.

His body began to tremble violently, pure fear taking over his entire being.

The nightmarish scene from a few days ago came flooding back like a tidal wave: the father's screams, the mother's tears, the flames filling the sky, Kaido's maniacal laughter, and the man's figure appearing and disappearing amidst the flames.

He thought he had escaped, that he had survived the disaster. But now he realized—

I didn't escape at all.

Roy walked up to Momonosuke and looked down at the trembling brat.

Eight years old, no, if you include the twenty years he was transported by the Time Fruit, this kid should be twenty-eight years old now.

But standing in front of him was still an eight-year-old child, less than 1.2 meters tall.

The annoying bun on his head, his face covered in dust and tear stains, his clothes were tattered and smelled of sourness from not having bathed for days.

"Little brat."

Roy bent down and took the fruit from between Momonosuke's stiff fingers.

"This fruit is not for you to fill your stomach."