Months earlier, on a remote island far from any mainland, Yuuichiro Hanma had felt the world shift.
It was the night of the Bloodline Bath — the wave that swept across every merged reality, awakening dormant powers in anyone near a Pool site. He had been sleeping when it hit, but the tremor in the air jolted him awake instantly.
The Bloodline Pool on his island, silent for years, was suddenly alive.
When he reached it, the water swirled in slow, hypnotic patterns. Above the surface, phantom clouds began to form — images pulled from distant worlds and bloodlines.
One cloud showed Vegeta in his golden ascended form, trading lightning-fast blows with other Saiyans across a battlefield of scorched earth. The raw power radiating from the scene was undeniable, but Yuuichiro's expression remained neutral.
Another cloud swirled darker, revealing the massive frame of Kaido in human form, standing on the deck of a warship. Behind him, the black flag of the Rocks Pirates snapped in ocean wind.
Yuuichiro studied both visions for a long moment.
These tail fighters… still look green to me, he thought, watching the Saiyan battle. His gaze shifted to Kaido's world. That one has weight.
Without hesitation, he reached toward the storm and steel.
The Pool's surface engulfed him.
When the world reformed around him, salt air filled his lungs. He stood on the deck of the largest warship he had ever seen — thick timber planks, iron-bound masts, and a Jolly Roger that dominated the sky above.
The moment he appeared, massive shapes turned toward him. At the center stood Rocks D. Xebec himself — wild black hair, presence like a thundercloud — and beside him, a younger but already monstrous Kaido.
The air in this world felt different. Charged. Free. Like his entire body was drinking in energy that didn't exist in his own reality.
"Another volunteer?" Rocks boomed, grinning like a predator. "You here to fight or to serve?"
"Fight," Yuuichiro said simply.
The bracelet on his wrist was cold — his only link back to his own world. He could feel its importance without understanding its mechanics.
Rocks moved first. The deck splintered under his step as his fist cut through the air.
Yuuichiro met it head-on.
The impact was like colliding storms. Pirates scrambled for cover as the shockwave tore across the ship. They traded blow for blow — not flurries, but heavy, measured strikes that broke wood and air alike.
Then Rocks' stance shifted. Black-red energy flared around him — Haoshoku Haki made manifest, slamming into Yuuichiro like invisible stone.
And then he heard it: crack.
He glanced down. Thin fractures spread across the bracelet's surface.
His jaw tightened. Whatever this device was, it was his way home. One more clash like that could trap him here permanently.
Present — Zoldyck Estate
The heavy doors of the main hall opened to admit Yujiro Hanma. His presence filled the room instantly — not through aura or posture, but through the simple weight of who he was.
Selina was waiting.
They looked at each other across the space for a long moment. Then Yujiro crossed the floor and, to everyone's surprise, went down on one knee.
"Aunt Selina," he said quietly. "How are you?"
Her expression softened just slightly. "It's been too long, Yujiro."
Nearly fifty years had passed since their last meeting. Back then, she had been the only one to insist he stay protected on the island, away from Yuuichiro's dangerous ambitions. When the argument broke them apart, she had left — and neither had crossed paths since.
After a long talk, yuijro looked at his nephew, then saw the fur, is he Awaken more advanced bloodline, his aura look strong.
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