Main World.
Year 23 of Konoha, summer.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, garden.
Summer sunlight spilled over the garden, bathing everything in gold.
Tsunade sat in the pavilion with her swollen belly, one hand supporting her lower back and the other holding a teacup. She was already six months pregnant, her belly as round as a ball, making movement very inconvenient. Her face bore the flush peculiar to pregnant women, but her gaze remained sharp.
Jilan stood before her, his three-year-old frame perfectly straight, his scarlet Sharingan slowly spinning in their sockets. He wore a little dark gray training outfit and a pair of small black leather boots, looking every bit like a miniature adult.
"Big Tsunade, Mom," Jilan said in a childish but serious voice. "My Devil Fruit ability is multiplication."
Tsunade's brows furrowed slightly.
"Multiplication? What can you multiply?"
"My size, objects, weapons, and the power of techniques." Jilan counted them off on his fingers, one by one.
"I can't multiply life, souls, or lifespans, and I can't directly multiply other people's size. I can't multiply willpower, or the essence of other people's Devil Fruit abilities, either."
The corner of Tsunade's mouth twitched.
"Your dad chose that Devil Fruit for you?"
"Yes." Jilan nodded. "Dad said this Devil Fruit suited me best."
Tsunade fell silent for a moment, rapidly calculating. She knew Jilan's physical capabilities-he had started training in the Gravity Room at two and had already adapted to ten times normal gravity. His muscle density, bone strength, and reaction speed were all ten times those of an ordinary child. As an adult, a conservative estimate put his height at two meters-that was what Toyotomi Yinglang had said, and she believed him.
"Let me work this out." Tsunade set down her teacup and counted on her fingers.