Gear Fourth Repack 🔖

And that was the deal.

He muttered the words aloud in the quiet cabin. His fist began to darken. Coating. The black of Busoshoku spread up his wrist like ink in water. Then, he bit down on his thumb.

“Gear Fourth: Boundman.”

“If I just blow harder… if I pack more air into my muscles, not my bones…”

He looked up. His face split into that wide, goofy grin. The one that never changed, whether he was a boy in Foosha Village or the Emperor who punched a Yonko. gear fourth

But deep down, he knew the truth. The weakness was the price. And he would pay it forever if it meant protecting them.

He walked past her to the deck. The wind was picking up. Dark clouds boiled on the horizon. The crew was scrambling to tie down barrels. Jinbe was at the helm, calm as stone. And that was the deal

“Gear Fourth,” he whispered to the wind. “Is me at my limit. And I’m not done pushing yet.”