When Nami touches the “Shame of Rocks” brand on my left arm, the memories of a sleeping sword demon tear through my soul. Conqueror's Haki sends the Thousand Sunny rocking, and vines from my right hand pierce my veins. Zoro's blade presses against my throat. “Speak! Who are you?!” Crocodile's sand blade has already cut through the sea fog. “Hand over the one with the brand!” The Shichibukai are hunting me from the front, while the Straw Hat Pirates eye me with suspicion from behind. And inside me, Rocks's mad demon is fusing with a Devil Fruit at a terrifying pace... “Either master this monstrous power, or let it tear you to pieces!”
