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Nika had waited a long time for someone to claim her. Years of waiting, of evading the prison galors that ruled the world after that century, waiting to feel that one. Most of her fellows weren't as picky as her, she knew; but for most of them, their domains didn't require nearly so much of the ones they chose as she did of hers.

She'd almost wanted the red haired boy who saved her from falling into the hands of the tyrants. Almost! He'd had so much in him that she adored; freedom, joy, love of the world in all its forms. But she'd made too many promises to be anything but completely sure, and she'd felt a different destiny in him, so she'd reluctantly passed over him, and continued to wait.

Then she'd appeared. As soon as her aura entered the room where her fruit form waited, Nika felt her, and knew instantly she was the one. She'd stretched out her hand, tempted her other half to come and reforge them – gently urging the pirates to look the other way until the girl's teeth dug in and their bond was forged.

Luffy. Nika adored her from the very start, from the shoreline to the forests with her brothers and finally out into the wide seas with her crew. Her other self is gangly, coming into her powers one bit at a time as she stumbled from one disaster and tyrannical force to another almost by accident, but Nika has waited for centuries; what's a few more years to that, drinking in the spirit of adventure as Luffy grew strong enough to take all that weight upon her shoulders?

Perhaps she was a bit too used to waiting. Nika had bristled as the Sand's monster almost killed Luffy, when the Model Leopard had tried the same, when she'd been faced with the Ice and Light minions and was far too unprepared to even have a chance against them. But her human didn't reach for her true power, and forcing the issue was far too dangerous to her mind, so Nika had grimly waited the situations out, whether Luffy triumphed or just escaped with her life. She'd gotten out every time, and every failure prompted her to get a little stronger, closer to being ready.

Yet right now, waiting seemed to be her curse, a secret second one hurtled at her by mother ocean when she took this form that Nika hadn't truly realized until right now. She waited as Luffy discovered that the boy she'd grown up with was slated for execution. Waited as she charged into Impel Down, waited as she was whisker's breath away from dying from poison and heat and cold leaving Nika with the deepest fear that her promises would be left unfulfilled again, waited as she cut into her lifeforce processing the well-intentioned but terribly administrated miracle cure, waited as she fought and ran and forced her way down only to be too late and the boy Ace was gone, waited as she was thrown up into the sky and dropped from the frozen waterfall and waited as she charged headfirst into this war where she's so desperately outclassed by most combatants there --

No, waiting was a curse. She'd convinced herself otherwise all these years, wrapping herself in the confidence and certainty that she would make the sun rise for those in chains when the time came. Clinging to that cold comfort with both hands had clearly lulled her into a false sense of security. This was hell.

Nika's scream of rage, frustration and edging panic when Light's chosen shot a hole through Luffy wasn't tangible to the people on the battlefield, but she knows she rang the bell of every other sea devil for miles. She doesn't really care, either. She doesn't want to search for another wielder! Luffy is the one, she knows it, it's written in the universe. She loves her.

You're not ready for this! She pleaded with the girl as she struggled, trying to force herself up to start running again even though she's bleeding out and so so weak and everything is awful and she's so close yet so far. You have to retreat!

No!

Nika jerked back, blinking rapidly. In the darkness of Luffy's mindscape, suddenly her other half is right there before her. As her heartbeat shivered and started to weaken, the bloodied girl blinked into existence, clutching her chest and staring at her with wide, shocked eyes streaming with tears.

An awakening? Surely not! It was too soon! And yet, Nika couldn't deny the situation – the sensation washed over her, just as it had so many years before when her last wielder had come before her this exact same way. Luffy was truly one of a kind. Or mad. Or both; Nika is pretty sure her crew had long decided it was both.

I have to save him. Luffy said, clutching her chest.

Nika stared, shaking her head. You're not ready, She protested. This was not what she'd expected. She didn't think they'd have this conversation for another few years! Your haki is just barely awakened. My true power will rip you to pieces!

I don't care!

You'll die before you can save him!

I DON'T CARE! Luffy screamed, all love and desperation and despair and pleading, and Nika fell quiet from the sheer force of emotion. I can't let him die in chains, I can't, it's not right, he's been trapped by people hating Roger all his life, I love him, I love him-!

Chains. The words struck Nika's consciousness hard, and despite all her care and loyalty to her role and the promises she made, she doesn't shut Luffy out of this space as she'd been preparing to. You'd think she of all beings, the one who understood Luffy best, would know better.

I need all of you, Luffy barreled on, her image shivering as her body got weaker. I don't care what happens to me. I want him to be free. Please...!

Nika thought about it. Truly let herself think about it in those terms, about how that boy had been slated to have the life he'd barely started cut short because he had been born to Roger – as if that had been a choice he made! They were forcing this wicked law upon the world, that they had the right to kill because you existed in a fashion they disapproved of, and he would be their demonstration. His life would be discarded like it was less than worthless.

Anger welled up inside her, her own emotions mingling with Luffy's, and she realized she's lost the argument before truly able to start it.

Nika reached out and placed her hand on Luffy's quivering head. Very well, she decided. Those brown eyes light up as bright as her own sun. I'll have to carry us through this. This awakening is premature, and it will make your path from here more difficult than it would be otherwise. She'll be revealing herself before the army of the tyrant, and whatever others discover the truth from this televised battlefield. Luffy would be in frequent danger. But... Luffy was almost always in trouble, usually because she went looking for it. Luffy... I hope you survive this.

Luffy merely beamed at her as their minds meet in the Awakening, overjoyed that Nika was letting her have her way, and the drums of liberation roar.

The ground shook and lightning erupted from Luffy's prone body. Nika stretched out her limbs and hopped up into the air, wincing slightly at all the battle damage she can feel – quickly using her power to bypass them. She chuckled grimly, rather than a full body laugh as the battlefield reeled at the sudden haki pressure. Usually she could find joy and amusement in just about anything, but the consequences of this situation are too dire. Luffy is only half conscious, her mind scattered and unfocused, and Nika can feel the strain of this on her body.

Whipping out one hand and seizing her background lightning, Nika swept her gaze over the battlefield to take stock while everyone was still reeling from the power surge of her appearance. Those walls need to go, and the biggest threat to Ace aside from the two law dogs on either side of him are the three mutts in the plaza.

“Luffy?!” Ace gasped, jerking forward as far as he was able in the chains pinning him to the execution platform. The power blast had nearly knocked him senseless; he wasn't willing to chalk it up to his torture in Impel Down and lingering exhaustion – the adrenaline kick of his family coming to his rescue in spite of him putting them in this position had taken care of that. His Luffy hovered in the sky, bouncing in place and chuckling in a dry, angry manner while literally crackling with power – her hair has turned pure white and her eyes were glowing like an Awakened Zoan on a rampage. But that doesn't make sense – Lu had eaten a Paramecia fruit, she's a rubber person, what -

Nika swung her arm out and unleashed a storm of lightning into the plaza itself. The orderly lines of Marines separating her from the scaffold scatter like ants, dozens and dozens of men either blasted into unconsciousness immediately or picked up and flung like dolls by the impacts. Light's wielder didn't even bother to dodge or bring up his haki, assuming that this is the same underpowered girl he'd skewered minutes ago – Nika tried not to take too much pleasure from slamming a lightning bolt into his chest that flung him half the length of the island and smashed him into the concrete of the Marineford tower. Lava and Ice were a little less arrogant and dodged with their automatic defences, and she doesn't have much time to take satisfaction in their reeling surprise.

The seastone walls have to go first; they were obstructing most of the Whitebeard Pirates, along with the old man Quake loved so much. Nika bent her body downward and dropped like a missile, crashing into the concrete and spreading her power across it.

What is this pressure? Whitebeard wondered in shock – and it took a lot to shock the oldest Emperor of the Sea after everything he lived through. Until a moment ago, that little girl in Roger's hat had been badly wounded and exuding no more power than a typical Paradise Rookie. But that eruption of energy when she shot up into the sky, her form changing, was so heavy it was as if she'd been replaced by someone or something from the New World!

The ground suddenly rippled beneath his feet – no, it didn't tremble slightly like one of his weaker quakes. It wobbled up and down like it had spontaneously turned into pudding and a child was shaking the bowl violently to get it away from a greedy friend! Whitebeard dug his bisento into the ground to steady himself; or tried to, because the ground stubbornly resisted, stretching rather than being impaled. An ungodly shrieking of metal hit his ears; it took him a few moments to fight against the vertigo and triangulate where it was coming from.

It was...below?

“Haha...hahahaha!” Nika laughed scornfully, punching the concrete hard before jumping up and down on it – emulating Luffy on the white clouds in Angel Island. Her powers couldn't pierce through the stone walls themselves, but with how they had risen from the ground on command, she knew that they were on some kind of track and pulley system, and that couldn't all be made of sea stone – it would be wasted where it couldn't obstruct pirates.

She shook the whole island, cracking apart concrete and metal as the rubberized areas they were attached to tore them away from their systems or simply shattered them apart with the sudden, violent stress. Sending another violent ripple about as big as one of Whitebeard's lesser quakes did the trick; the walls directly behind her began falling rapidly back into the plaza with tortured screams of metal.

“NO!” Sengoku screamed in alarm, his eyes widening immensely at the sudden, impossible sight. Garp's insufferable granddaughter launched herself in the air like a spring, so fast she was almost a blur; neatly avoiding the hail of magma an enraged Akainu subsequently sent her way. Hovering in the sky, she swirled in place and looked scornfully down at him. Her body had transformed, taking on the characteristics of... wait...

It couldn't be...!

Whitebeard straightened up when the ground stopped shaking, abruptly reverting to its real shape. Her fruit has Awakened, he realized, thinking even as he raised his arm and urged his sons onward – he needed to take advantage of this twist of fate quickly. Is this really all stemming from rubber powers? No; I'd believe it in any other situation, but what I'm sensing from her now...

“Hahahahaha!” Ace's girl laughed again, and this tone of hers is definitely mocking and subtly different from the rude girl who'd had the nerve to tell him off on his own ship. There's an elegant edge that wasn't there before. She bent her body in a completely unnatural crescent to avoid the next magma jet that mutt threw at her, then flew off like a balloon that had just been violently punctured. She zipped off to the very top of Marineford, her fingers hooking in the edge of the rooftop. There's a titanic tearing sound and half of the roof is ripped loose in her hands – staying together in one piece instead of crumbling into thousands of shingles, bits of concrete and wood fragments – and she chucked it like a discus at the man in retaliation.

Woolgathering. I'll ponder the bizarreness of Awakened powers once we have Ace back. The old man decided quickly as Akainu was threw a rapid barrage of magma at the attack to avoid getting ground into the dirt. I doubt that power burst will last for too long after all the punishment she's taken.

Nika hadn't expected that to take the man out, just to distract him. She flung herself out across the sky, flying overhead in an arc to pick out where Whitebeard and Luffy's new friend Jimbe were. That's how we'll get rid of them, she reassured her other self. Luffy's soul buzzes with joy and wonder at her power, though Nika doubted she'd remember much of this afterward.

She dropped to the ground, waving around light bursts from Kizaru. Bah, he's awake already? Of course. Whistling, she bent over backward to avoid the next burst of light when she touched down again. Then she straightened up and massively enlarged her teeth, making them pearly white and intensely reflective.

Kizaru's attempted flash step to get up in her face and keep her from dodging his next attack gets refracted on the surface and shot clean out of Marineford and out across the ocean. Nika snapped her head back to normal and Luffy's snickering slips through her mouth.

It's lucky, really, that he had fought Luffy before and had been thoroughly confident she was powerless against him. Because she had been – until now. Light would be sulking about this one for quite a while, Nika just knew it.

Akainu had come up right behind her in the moments she'd taken to get that smug bastard off the battlefield, but that had been a calculated risk; before he could bring a magma-fueled fist down on her head, Whitebeard dropped an earthquake right behind him, striking the man from behind. “What the hell have you done to yourself, brat?” The old man asked as Akainu was sent stumbling away from her.

Nika turned around and smiled mysteriously at him; she couldn't speak, not really. She and Luffy were holding this together with willpower and pure stubbornness, she needed every speck of strength that she could scrape together diverted to other means. Instead, she pointed directly upward at the sun before pivoting toward Akainu again.

She's too far away to hear Jimbe's intake of breath; instead she stuck her tongue out at the unhinged man who slaughtered Robin's people and pulled down an eyelid mockingly. She saw the rage kick in and stepped three feet to the side so she wouldn't be in Whitebeard's way.

Ace was her priority still. The two old men on either side of him were staring at her with mounting shock and disbelief; of course at least one of them would recognize her for who she is. How to get around them... she didn't want to fight them straight up, she didn't have the time if she wanted Luffy to survive this, so she had to get around them instead.

Her eyes fell on the execution stand itself. The top half was seastone, but just like the walls, they couldn't make the whole thing out of the precious material; likely the Marines were using their entire stock of it in this effort to kill Ace and his father, and they couldn't afford to have it where it wasn't useful. Nika grinned, unfazed by Whitebeard and Akainu's battle going on right next to her, and began to spin like a top.

Luffy would call it Gum Gum Buzzsaw, probably.

She zipped past the battle, up the walls and underneath the tower -- narrowly avoiding Garp dropping down to block her path. She bounced between the four supports of the tower, using her inertia to saw through the metal as fast as possible before unwinding herself, stopping, and delivering the hardest kick she can muster against the back leg of the stand. Sorry Ace!

The tower crashed forward – Nika staggered, clutching her chest for a long, painful moment. Luffy's body couldn't take this much longer. Water rushed up from the platform, Jimbe trying to head off Sengoku for a few precious moments; she could hear a massive roar from all of Ace's siblings as they surged into the plaza to lend a hand.

Nika ran forward, to the head of the platform. Ace was lying half on the ground, half dangling from the chains on his arms; for a second she was afraid she'd knocked him out or worse, injured him, but he twisted her way the instant her footsteps approached him. “Luffy,” he gasped when she stopped by his side and sank to one knee, grasping his arms right above the chains in one hand.

The evil chains. Nika grimaced and quickly dug out the key Boa gave Luffy, slammed it into the cuffs as Sengoku roared at her, and twisted it in the lock. The unclicking sound filled her with a rush of europhia before her power ran its course, forcing her to cede everything back to Luffy.

Luffy, upon whom the stress and strain of the premature awakening fell on like the waterfalls of Wano. Compounding her injuries, sending her spiraling into a bleak darkness instantly.

Two years later

“-wake up, Straw Hat. Wake up!”

Luffy moaned in protest, shying away from the hand shaking her. “Go 'way, Nami,” She mumbled blearily. Her whole body ached from the memory her nakama's voice is dragging her away from, every scar feeling like she'd gotten it a week ago rather than two years. She pawed weakly around her soft pillows, looking for Sabo or Chopper or Zoro, but none of her comforting sleeping buddies were there to squeeze until the tremors went away. She made a distressed, upset noise at the realization. Where were they? They'd always been there when she had these bouts...

It had first happened when she was with Rayleigh; fragments of memories of her Awakening and the feeling that all her wounds from that battle had reopened suddenly. After much poking and prodding when Rayleigh called him over in a panic, Traffy had concluded that it was a consequence of the way her Devil Fruit had Awakened at Marineford; he'd stitched her up as best he could, but she'd have psycho – psych -- psychic pain where she'd been hurt in bouts forever.

Which sucked and was stupid! Who made her body so it would randomly decide to remember that one time she got beaten up really bad?! She got better! She didn't care that she'd hurt herself that badly, it had been the price she'd needed to pay and she'd pay it a thousand times over if she had to, but this was so dumb! She recovered from that fight. Not fair!

Luffy burrowed her head deeper into the bed, wishing one of the minks would come over so she could cuddle with them at least. She's not in complete agony, but it hurts; it feels like soreness and hot pins and needles in her chest, arms, legs. Pure low key misery. She wanted to sleep until it went away.

“...You seriously think I'm Nami? Wake up!” A firm hand grabbed her shoulder, shaking her again. Luffy grumbled incoherently, flinching from the rough movement. “Dammit, Luffy, Big Mom's lion has finally woken up and we have a problem!”

“...Traffy?” Luffy mumbled as her brain slowly started to kick into gear. She blinked blearily upward, and sure enough, her favourite Captain (okay, favourite after Shanks!) slowly came into focus. He looked agitated, but not in a funny way like when she threw a party after capturing Caesar. Then the rest of his sentence catches up with him and she sits up in a flash (despite her limbs screaming in protest), her heart skittering happily. “You called me Luffy!”

Traffy always called her Straw Hat before; he was far from the only one, Smokey and Sword Girl and honestly most people she met called her that, but Luffy had been trying to get him to use her name for ages. They're friends now! They beat down Mingo together and they're in an alliance! But he kept calling her Straw Hat anyway; it drove her nuts. He's finally said her name!

It sounds really nice on his voice, somehow. Luffy wasn't sure where that thought come from, but the sight of super serious Law going red at the cheeks and sputtering in a familiar way causes her to laugh and forget about it.

“T-That's – do you only ever listen to every third word I say?!” The dark haired doctor demanded, looking elsewhere. “Pekoms! Big Mom's minion who is the only one who knows where your cook is and what's going on? He's woken up and is asking after you.”

Luffy stopped laughing immediately. Sliding to her feet and ignoring the shiver that runs through her muscles, she seriously asked, “Where?” Her left hand balls into a fist. Sanji...! “Which infirmary?” Wasn't Chopper looking after the minks over there somewhere? She started to run off, causing Law to grumble something and grab her by the arm.

“Just follow me,” he said, holding her wrist firmly but weirdly gently as she snapped back to his side.

“Right,” she muttered, nodding like a bobblehead and letting him pull her along. Luffy has just enough self awareness to acknowledge that she's not good with directions, and she needs to find out more about what happened to her cook right now.

We never should have split up, she thought unhappily. It had been necessary for Traffy's plan to work, but she'd hated every minute of her precious people being separated. It had been painful for two years and she liked it even less once they'd finally gotten back together. And now Sanji ran off, up and left them behind just like Robin did to try and solve this without them and Luffy hadn't been there to smack him upside the head and demand he take them with him and why do the people she love do this argh-

No no, calm down. They'll get Sanji back, no matter what Big Mom or anyone else has to say about it. Luffy shook her head to clear it. “Don't pass out on us like that,” Law said after a few minutes as he pulled her away from their mounts, an odd cadence in his voice. “Your doctor flipped out and wouldn't calm down until he'd checked your breathing and blood pressure.”

“Didn't mean to,” Luffy whined rebelliously. “It happens when I'm tired.” She'd passed out the same way after they'd defeated Mingo, he should know this already.

“Ngh...” Law gave her a vexed look. “You're so troublesome. The sun goddess should be a little more sturdy, don't you think?”

“I'm sturdy!” Luffy protested, indignant. She pouted at him, her expression intensifying when he wouldn't look at her. Rude! “I can fight for days just like you! Who beat down Mingo in the end again?! Put more faith in me! We're allies!”

“Because you're stubborn and bullheaded and have no common sense...” Law muttered. And wild, and beautiful, and precious to me – gah! He very carefully looked everywhere but at the girl who'd barrelled into his life, forced her way past every wall he'd spent years putting up around his heart and made herself at home, boldly ignoring his every effort to hold her at arms length.

Showing kindness and loyalty to a man who'd come to believe there was little to be found in this era. Glowing like the sun, grabbing him and setting him dead centre of her family without hesitation despite all of them screaming at her for trusting such an obviously dangerous person. Defending him just as furiously despite knowing him for a fraction of the time, making his dream come true and fighting with all of her might for it.

Law had kept his heart carefully closed off ever since he was a child. His crew had trickled in as he chose them, and he'd slowly allowed it, but after his most precious person was torn out of his life Love was something he kept chained and imprisoned deep in the ruins left of his heart. Everyone he loved had been violently torn away from him, one after another. He let himself love his crew, though he'd never admit it out loud unless under tremendous pressure, but he kept it reserved and aloof, because it was safer that way.

Love made him think of his parents, dead on the floor. Lami burning in the hospital. Cora-san's apologies before he was shot dead. He wanted nothing to do with that love again. Some things were worse than death.

“Sea stone cuffs again?! Rrrrrgh, not that stupid stone again! Ace had these on at Marineford, Old Man Zephyr had an arm made up of it, Smokey has it on the tip of his weapon; these dumb rocks are supposed to be rare, aren't they?!”

“Get out of here! Our alliance is over.”

Luffy briefly glanced sideways at him and actually rolled her eyes! “You sound like Ace!” She said in exasperation. “I didn't listen to him then either! Anyway Robin, I can't even touch this; ahhh, and Nami left with Sanji too! Do you still know how to pick locks?”

“I'd say it's best we find the key proper, Captain. I don't quite have Nami's delicate touch, and if the lock jams from my efforts getting these off will become even harder.”

“Okay. Where would we look for it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!”

“Nope!” Luffy turned and smiled at him, her warmth laced with ferocious determination that struck him speechless. “I never turn my back on people I love. I'm gonna save you, Traffy! Hang on tight!” She spun around and lifted Trafalgar onto her back, blissfully oblivious to the effect her words had caused.

...and yet! And yet! Law swallowed hard, hyperaware of Luffy's warm flesh underneath his fingers. How oddly delicate her wrist felt to him, even though 'delicate' was the absolute last word that could describe this wild menace. This confounding girl... she kept whining at him, oblivious to how her touch made his heart race. To how she made him feel. Law couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose or not; she was often truly, stunningly clueless, but Luffy didn't say the word 'love' lightly. Even if he has no idea what she means by it.

He pulled her down the hallway toward where Pekoms was recovering. Luffy finally stopped chattering at him, her serious face sliding on like a well worn coat.

“...amazed you survived that!” She heard Nami saying when she entered the room. The rest of her nakama were already there, Zoro immediately stood up as soon as he noticed her. Luffy nodded at him, ignoring the weird /look/ that passed between her first mate and Traffy, and ran over to the bed where Pekoms was laid out. The lion mink was wrapped in bandages but otherwise looked healthy, if rather angry.

“I used my power to block half of it,” Pekoms responded shortly as she approached. “Bege, you bastard! He must be plotting something he doesn't want Mama to know about, why else would he leave with just Black Foot?” He pounded his fist on the mattress. “I'm sorry. He took me off guard.”

“It's fine.” Luffy dismissed, dropping into the chair next to his bed. “He was your Nakama; of course you didn't expect him to shoot you.” Pekoms gave her a strange look at that before shaking his head. “Who arranged this wedding on Sanji's behalf?”

It rankled her deeply. How could anyone put Sanji in a marriage without his consent?! It wasn't marriage if two people didn't decide on it!

“It was Mama and the head of the Vinesmoke family,” Pekoms responded, frowning. “Did your cook never tell you who his father was? Though I suppose that a prince who abandons his crown and all his comforts in favor of being a pirate must not think too highly of it... warning you of his father would have been wise. Vinesmoke Judge is the leader of Germa 66!”

Nami sputtered and then stalked up to the bed, looking indignant. “What are you talking about?! That's a mythical evil army! The stuff of comic books written to support the Marines!” Traffy uttered a strangled wheezing sound, causing Luffy to shoot him a concerned look. His eyes were really wide. “Don't be ridiculous!”

“No, it's a real organization.” Pekoms said in all seriousness, and he had a genuine look to him so Luffy chose to believe him. She rocked back on her heels, stunned. Unbidden, her mind went back to the note that Sanji had left them. Believe this if nothing else; I never intended to deceive you.

Sanji! Of course I believe you! But why not tell me? What were you afraid of?

“And Black Foot's father is its head! The Vinesmoke family... is family of assassins!”

Luffy processed that for a second...then scowled and shook her head. “I don't really care about any of that,” she said casually, causing Pekoms to stare at her again. She got a lot of those looks so she ignored it. “What I want to know is if Sanji is coming back. If he wants to get married, that's okay, but I'm not becoming subordinate to Big Mom!”

Pekoms gave her a wide-eyed look, then waved his hands. “Straw Hat, Big Mom doesn't want you as a subordinate! In fact, she would like to forgive the tribute that you stole altogether.”

There's a brief moment of perfectly stunned silence in response to this. Who could blame them? It didn't make any sense! “...Whhhhy?” Luffy asked uneasily after a few seconds, before her crew could explode into a cacophony.

“Because she would like you to be her daughter in law!” Pekoms responded, shocking the girl even more! Luffy reeled backward in shock, her hazel brown eyes growing incredibly wide. Was he serious?! The lion mink reached into his pocket and pulled out a pink and white card, which he held up to her. Her name was on it! She stared. “I wanted to avoid this, after you rescued my family and friends from Jack the Drought... because of how this would affect your crew and ambitions. But I was sent to deliver a marriage proposal on behalf of Big Mom and the strongest and greatest of her sons...Charlotte Katakuri!”

Luffy snatched the card and stared at it. She read it three times in a row in an attempt to make sense out of it, but the only words were what he had just informed her. She was still staring at it as her crew finally started screaming in shock, alarm and anger.

Her, get married...?!

'Sun Goddess! I offer you my best and most noble boy, Katakuri, in marriage!

“EEEEEHHHHHH?!”