Bullet slowly assumed a stance. Facing Gairam, who was charging straight at him with a massive cube-shaped iron hammer, the fervor on his face gradually faded, replaced by an almost cold focus.
His breathing became steady and deep.
His feet were firmly rooted to the deck.
He lowered his center of gravity, his muscles tightening like drawn bowstrings.
This was the instinct he had forged through countless life-and-death battles and brutal training—
The stronger the enemy, the calmer he had to be.
Gairam's pupils suddenly shrank as he charged.
In that instant, he clearly felt the aura of the "Navy brat" before him change.
No longer flamboyant, no longer restless—it was instead like a block of iron sinking into the deep sea.
—Dangerous.
The smile on his face swiftly vanished, and his lips curled in annoyance.
"...Tch."
"Looks like you're no ordinary brat."
Before he finished speaking, he abruptly raised his left hand and clenched his fingers, as though grasping something invisible.
"Air Cube!"
The next instant—
The air seemed to be compressed and sliced apart by an unseen force.
An invisible cube formed in midair in an instant, its edges straight and its outline distinct, carrying a crushing force that tore through the air as it shot directly at Bullet!
—Gairam was a Paramecia-type Cube-Cube Fruit user.
His power had never been limited to solid objects.
As long as his palm touched something, whether it was the ground, a wall, the air, or even a human body—
He could forcibly turn it into cubes.
Objects cut into perfect cubes could not only be manipulated freely and suspended in the air, but also arranged, reassembled, and used to build cube mazes capable of driving enemies into despair.
This was the trump card that had made him famous within the World