Mythical Zoan, Titan Giant Fruit

That scalding, domineering power surged through his veins, instantly washing over his limbs and bones.

Unlike the Dark-Dark Fruit's ability to devour and conceal itself, this was an extremely savage physical power, carrying immense destructive force, frantically tearing at his muscles and bones.

Shattered, reassembled, shattered again, and reshaped again, the entire body's muscles and bones seemed to be repeatedly crushed and forged by endless brute force. Excruciating pain swept through the body, yet it was accompanied by an extremely exhilarating sense of fullness.

His body swelled rapidly to the naked eye.

This is not the bizarre form of the Dark-Dark Fruit, but a real, substantial, and powerful amplification of flesh and blood.

Ten meters, twelve meters, fifteen meters... The majestic figure stands in the center of the deserted island ruins, growing ever larger and more imposing.

Thick, dark golden hair pierced the skin, growing wildly and spreading from the already muscular arms and chest, covering the entire body.

Layer upon layer of muscles bulged and bulged, with fierce and hard lines, and the taut muscles seemed about to tear the skin and flesh apart.

His already tattered captain's uniform could no longer support his swollen body; the fabric tore and ripped apart, scattering into fragments on the gravel beach.

A massive, imposing body, resembling an ancient ferocious beast, was fully revealed, instantly filling the entire deserted island with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Teach looked down at his new hands, repeatedly clenching and unclenching them.

With each tightening of his finger bones, a raw, untamed power surged through his muscles and bones—a physical limit he had never experienced before, profound, domineering, and devastating.

The overwhelming sense of power overwhelmed all restraint, and he suddenly threw his head back and burst into wild laughter.

The laughter was even more unrestrained and manic than before, carrying with it the ultimate confidence brought by the new power. It made the air vibrate and tremble, and the already broken rock beneath their feet cracked and collapsed again, with small pieces of gravel tumbling down.

"Thief hahaha! Thief hahaha!"

"This is the essence of the Mythical Zoan! This is the power of the Titan Giant!"

Without warning, he suddenly threw a punch, without any preamble, just pure physical brute force exploding forth.

The fierce fist swept across dozens of meters of open space. The hard reef, half a person's height in the distance, had no chance to resist and was instantly blasted into fine dust that scattered in the wind.

Looking at the faint dark gold luster remaining on the surface of his fist, Teach's only remaining eye was filled with a mixture of madness and ecstasy, almost overflowing.

He knew perfectly well that he was still no match for Kaido at his peak. That mountain, the strongest on land, sea, and air, was not something that could be easily crossed with just a Devil Fruit.

But all of this was just the beginning.

He slowly turned around, his massive fifteen-meter-tall body casting a deep shadow that steadily enveloped the wounded and drooping crew members below.

His powerful voice, carrying an undeniable certainty and ambition, overwhelmed the howling sea wind and resounded throughout the venue.

"Set sail."

"The game of chess in the New World is not over yet."

"My Blackbeard Pirates are far from over!"

On the pebble beach, the crew members, each supporting their broken bodies, silently felt the new and immense pressure overhead.

Jesus Burgess gritted his teeth and slammed his remaining right arm into the ground. The dull thud carried a long-suppressed growl and exhilaration.

Van Augur silently hugged his beloved gun with its deformed barrel, a hint of determination flashing in his calm eyes, and nodded slightly.

Doc Q coughed violently a few times on Stronger's back, then slumped and rolled into the pile of rubble. He then slowly climbed back onto his mount's back, his body weak, as if this transformation was enough to make him ignore his aches and pains.

Lafitte adjusted his top hat, leaned on his carved cane, and slowly stood up straight, a meaningful, faint smile playing on his lips.

Their captain has become stronger again.

The ocean has long since been completely overturned by the Uchiha Clan, with the four forces in constant turmoil and the old era's hegemony collapsing.

This brand-new Mythical Zoan Titan Devil Fruit is their most solid bargaining chip for survival in this chaotic world.

A gentle breeze rustled through Natsu's courtyard, and the plants stretched out gracefully. What should have been a tranquil and leisurely afternoon scene was instead filled with a unique liveliness.

Sasuke was pinned to the lawn by a Shadow Clone with one hand, half of his cheek pressed tightly against the green grass, with fine grass clippings covering his cheek and temples.

The arrogance that had grown after activating the Three Tomoe had been largely worn away after a full hour of tempering.

But the boy's indomitable spirit remained undiminished. Even though he was restrained and unable to move, he still gritted his teeth and muttered a few defiant words through gritted teeth.

On a wooden chair under the eaves, Natsu sat leisurely, holding a half-cup of slightly cool tea between her fingertips, watching the boy struggling on the lawn with a calm expression, her eyes showing no ripples.

Izumi, with his sleeves gathered, leaned against a pillar, watching Sasuke's bruised, battered, and stubborn appearance, and sighed softly in resignation.

Just Uchiha Setsuna stepped into the courtyard.

He paused slightly, a subtle shift in his eyes as he assessed the situation. He instinctively took a half-step closer to Izumi, lowering his voice to ask softly, "Sasuke, are you getting cocky again?"

Quan nodded slightly, his tone tinged with a sense of habitual helplessness. "He just reached the Three Tomoe, and that's when he's at his most arrogant. He walks with his chin held high, and he can't stand anyone. Natsu has been personally training him for almost an hour now."

Setsuna hearing this, he fell silent for a moment, then very consciously Earth Flow the open space under the corridor and stood quietly, neither interrupting, approaching, nor disturbing.

He knew Natsu's temperament all too well. Whenever he was personally mentoring a junior, he was most averse to being interrupted. Anyone who tried to strike up a conversation would only end up making a fool of themselves.

The courtyard returned to silence, save Sasuke Sasuke's muffled struggles and the soft rustling of the wind through the grass and trees.

After a long while, Natsu raised her hand and dispersed the Shadow Clone.

The restraints suddenly disappeared, Sasuke immediately pushed himself up from the ground. He was covered in grass and mud, his cheeks were red and swollen, and he looked so disheveled that his original handsome appearance was almost unrecognizable. Even so, he still straightened his back and refused to show the slightest sign of defeat.

Natsu slowly stood up, lightly brushing away the barely visible dust from her clothes. Her tone was calm and gentle. "Go wash up and get ready. Don't go to Aunt Mikoto's for dinner looking like this, or she'll nag you for ages."

Sasuke obediently responded, bowed respectfully to Setsuna, and then limped and staggered Earth Flow the courtyard.

Izumi watched the boy's slightly thin back, then turned to Natsu Yin and whispered that she was going to get some swelling-reducing ointment to take to Sasuke. After saying that, she turned and left.

The courtyard instantly became quiet, leaving only Natsu and Setsuna.