When the "Shame of Rocks" brand on my left arm was touched by Nami - the memory of the sleeping sword demon tore my soul apart. The Overlord's color shook the Sonny, the vines on his right hand pierced the blood vessels, and Zoro's knife was pressed against my throat: "Say! Who are you?!" Crocodile's sand blade had cut through the sea fog: "Hand over the branded one!" The Shichibukai were chasing after him, and the Straw Hats were suspicious behind him. In my body, Rocks' mad ghost was merging crazily with the Devil Fruit... "Either harness the power of this monster, or be torn into pieces by it!"
