—Broadcast—
Totto Land - Post-Rumbling Aftermath
The mystery of Devil Fruit consciousness that Caesar Clown wanted exploring—the practical demonstration of the King versus Mount dynamic—could be found on Cake Island. The Sky Screen possessed definitive authority explaining everything, and now it turned its merciless gaze toward the Big Mom Pirates' recent catastrophe.
After defeating Doflamingo in Dressrosa, Monkey D. Luffy had successfully prevented Eren Yeager from launching additional Rumbling attacks. With the Founding Titan's fall—that apocalyptic power source driving the coordinated march of millions of Colossal Titans—the massive constructs advancing relentlessly around the world had transformed into superheated steam after losing their energy supply. The Titans simply evaporated mid-stride, leaving only eerie silence across islands they'd already trampled into devastation.
The Rumbling's impact on Totto Land proved catastrophic beyond initial assessments. The archipelago's outer islands—dozens of territories themed around various desserts and sweets—had been reduced to absolute ruins. Buildings crushed to rubble, vegetation incinerated by steam and pressure, entire populations caught in the Titans' inexorable advance.
Only through Charlotte Linlin's children's desperate coordination had the civilian populations been evacuated in time. Tens of thousands of residents from destroyed islands were transferred to Cake Island—the Big Mom Pirates' central stronghold and capital—where the concentration of military force proved sufficient to mount actual defense rather than merely delaying inevitable destruction.
All of Charlotte Linlin's children who possessed combat capabilities had joined the desperate battle. The Sweet Commanders, the Ministers governing various territories, even younger siblings barely old enough for serious combat—everyone who could fight had thrown themselves against the Colossal Titans threatening to erase their mother's empire entirely.
With tremendous sacrifice and the support of one particularly powerful foreign combatant, Cake Island had been preserved relatively intact. The defensive battle cost hundreds of lives—crew members, subordinates, even several distant Charlotte relatives—but avoided the complete population and territorial loss that devastated other nations caught in the Rumbling's path.
"Fortunately, you returned in time," a distinctly feminine voice stated with genuine gratitude and relief. "Otherwise this family would probably have been scattered to the winds—broken apart by catastrophe we couldn't prevent alone."
The speaker possessed immediately striking appearance that commanded attention. Three round brown eyes stared out from her face with unsettling effect—two positioned normally, the third centered directly above and between them on her forehead. Her light brown wavy hair fell in silky soft cascades, styled with feminine bangs combed upward and secured into neat single ponytail that emphasized rather than concealed her distinctive third eye.
Her outfit managed simultaneously simple and stylish—pink and white dress complementing her temperament perfectly, the color scheme suggesting both innocence and sophistication. The overall aesthetic showcased unique personality while exuding genuinely charming presence despite the anatomical abnormality that would make most humans uncomfortable.
Character Profile: Charlotte Pudding
Three-Eyed Clan, 35th Daughter of Charlotte Family
Devil Fruit: Memo Memo no Mi (Memory-Memory Fruit) - Paramecia
Age: 18 years old
In the past—throughout her childhood and early adolescence—Charlotte Pudding would have desperately concealed her third eye behind carefully arranged bangs. The unusual anatomical feature made her constant target for ostracism from siblings who considered her appearance grotesque or unsettling. Brothers and sisters called her "little monster" behind her back, sometimes even to her face during particularly cruel moments. Her mother Charlotte Linlin had never intervened regardless of how much distress Pudding experienced—the Yonko couldn't be bothered caring about one daughter's hurt feelings when she had dozens of children competing for attention.
Young Pudding could only retreat to her room and cry alone, absorbing the pain silently while maintaining facade of normalcy around family members who'd made clear they found her repulsive.
But everything changed approximately two years ago when another member of the Three-Eyed Clan joined the Big Mom Pirates. Under this powerful kinsman's protection and advocacy, the discrimination Charlotte Pudding faced had gradually evaporated. The daughter who'd just reached adulthood now enjoyed preferential treatment she'd never experienced before—respected rather than mocked, valued rather than tolerated.
"These represent entirely my responsibilities as your fellow tribesman," the protector responded with warm sincerity, his distinctive voice carrying both strength and genuine affection. "You and I share the same rare bloodline—we Three-Eyed People must protect each other. Nobody else will."
A bald head in the assembled crowd proved particularly eye-catching—perfectly smooth cranium reflecting surrounding light from multiple angles like polished mirror, creating almost hypnotic effect. The man's facial structure displayed clearly defined features suggesting masterpiece by expert sculptor: sharp cheekbones, strong jawline, features exuding determination and physical courage. His toned physique and smooth natural muscle definition made effortless imagining the tremendous dedication he invested into constant training.
And he possessed the same distinctive trait: three eyes, with the third eye located centrally on his forehead, protruding slightly above the normal pair. The extra organ generated simultaneously mysterious and alien impression—marking him unmistakably as non-human despite his otherwise conventional appearance.
Character Profile: Tien Shinhan
Three-Eyed Clan Warrior
Status: Non-Staff Member (Big Mom Pirates)
Combat Level: Estimated Admiral-Class
The Three-Eyed People represented extraordinarily rare demographic across all seas—encountering even single individual qualified as noteworthy event. Meeting two simultaneously bordered on miraculous coincidence, suggesting either fate's intervention or deliberate coordination.
After Tien Shinhan left his master's tutelage—having completed the brutal training regimen that forged him into genuine warrior rather than merely strong combatant—he'd dedicated years searching for others of his vanishingly rare species. Through multiple unexpected circumstances and fortunate coincidences, he'd eventually located Charlotte Pudding serving within the Big Mom Pirates' extensive organization.
At that time, Tien Shinhan possessed no permanent residence or organizational affiliation. His existence as wandering warrior proved increasingly untenable given the New Marine's aggressive expansion and Yonko territories' consolidation—independent combatants without powerful backing faced constant recruitment pressure or outright hostility. At Charlotte Pudding's initiative and enthusiastic insistence, he'd accepted his tribeswoman's kindness and established residence on Cake Island.
Becoming one of the Big Mom Pirates' strongest non-staff members emerged naturally from that arrangement. Tien Shinhan owed no formal allegiance to Charlotte Linlin herself but provided tremendous military assistance protecting Pudding and—by extension—the entire organization housing his only known living relative.
However, when Admiral Hoshigaki Kisame invaded Totto Land approximately one year ago, Tien Shinhan had been absent handling external business on distant island. His failure to return in time proved catastrophically unfortunate for the Big Mom Pirates' defensive efforts. If the Three-Eyed warrior had been present during that cross-sea invasion, the outcome might have differed dramatically—at minimum, casualties would have been significantly reduced.
The invasion's results spoke for themselves with brutal clarity:
A single Marine Admiral's assault resulted in losing two Sweet Commanders—devastating blow to organizational hierarchy and combat capability.
First, Charlotte Cracker suffered catastrophic defeat. While his body retained all original components—no missing limbs or organs—he'd sustained extraordinarily serious internal injuries. His organs showed symptoms of massive internal hemorrhaging from the tremendous water pressure generated by Admiral Kisame's techniques. But worse than physical damage, Cracker had been psychologically shattered by the experience. The spirited young man who'd once boasted about his invincible biscuit soldiers now flinched at sudden noises, his confidence completely destroyed by witnessing his defenses dissolved like sugar in water.
Then came the genuinely horrific casualty: Charlotte Katakuri—the Big Mom Pirates' strongest Sweet Commander, the external pillar of the entire organization, the warrior whose invincible image had protected countless siblings through sheer reputation.
Admiral Kisame's water sharks had systematically devoured him during the mirror world battle. All five limbs severed: both arms torn off at the shoulders, both legs removed at the hips, and—most grotesquely—his reproductive organs completely consumed. When the sharks finished, there wasn't a single section of undamaged flesh remaining on Katakuri's torso. His body was covered entirely with overlapping shark tooth marks—hundreds of crescents where serrated teeth had torn through skin, muscle, and bone.
Yet somehow, impossibly, he remained alive under such catastrophic circumstances. The sheer will to survive—the determination to endure unimaginable agony rather than abandoning his family—moved countless brothers and sisters to tears when they witnessed his condition.
Charlotte Katakuri, reduced to complete quadruple amputee barely clinging to life, now floated suspended in specialized nutrient solution prepared by the family's medical staff. The viscous liquid couldn't regenerate severed limbs—no medicine or science possessed such miraculous capabilities—but it could slow the rate at which his life force drained away. The treatment allowed this indomitable warrior surviving a little longer in his family's presence, granting them precious additional time before inevitable death.
A fierce quarrel had erupted among the Charlotte family about how to permanently save their brother's life.
One faction advocated equipping Katakuri with transplanted limbs from other people—cadavers or potentially captured enemies could provide replacement arms and legs. The surgical techniques existed, though success rates proved questionable and the psychological adjustment to foreign body parts remained uncertain.
The opposing faction preferred mechanical prosthetic augmentation—advanced cybernetic limbs similar to what Queen the Plague utilized for his own body modifications. Technology could provide functional replacements without requiring organic donors, though mechanical limbs lacked the sensitivity and natural responsiveness of biological alternatives.
The two ideological camps formed absolutely opposed positions, neither side capable of convincing the other. Debates escalated into shouting matches, with siblings nearly coming to blows over which approach represented Katakuri's best interests.
However, at this critical moment—when family unity threatened fracturing completely over the dilemma—Charlotte Hikaru awakened from the coma she'd descended into after using Mangekyō Sharingan techniques beyond her young body's capacity. The five-year-old prodigy immediately demanded detailed examination of her beloved brother's condition, studying the medical reports and nutrient tank with intensity unsettling in someone so young.
After careful consideration, the girl proposed a plan that everyone else opposed instantly and vehemently.
"Transplanted limbs from outsiders or mechanical prosthetic replacements definitely cannot match Brother Katakuri's original biological components," Charlotte Hikaru stated with absolute conviction, her small voice carrying authority that shouldn't belong to kindergarten-aged child. "I want my twin brother brought out from his imprisonment. I'll have him make a wish. With his Devil Fruit ability, he can definitely heal Brother Katakuri's injuries completely—restore everything exactly as it was before Admiral Kisame's attack."
The moment those words left her mouth, every Charlotte sibling's expression transformed simultaneously—filling with visceral terror that transcended normal fear into existential dread.
They were genuinely, deeply frightened. Because making wishes to Hikaru's twin brother represented extraordinarily dangerous gambit that could easily backfire catastrophically. The probability existed—very real, statistically significant probability—that attempting to cure Katakuri wouldn't merely fail but would result in the entire family's simultaneous annihilation.
"What you're proposing represents insanity beyond acceptable risk!" Charlotte Perospero—eldest son and nominal leader in his mother's psychological absence—objected with barely controlled panic. "If even the slightest miscalculation occurs, the entire Big Mom Pirates could be wiped out in an instant! We cannot stake everyone's survival on such unpredictable power!"
"That's absolutely correct," Charlotte Smoothie added, her voice trembling as she recalled past horrors. "We conducted controlled experiments attempting to understand his ability's limitations. The price we paid was an entire ship's crew—fifty-three people—dying simultaneously within three seconds. The death scene proved too horrible for description: every single body flattened instantaneously, as though crushed by invisible mountain descending from above. Bones pulverized, organs liquefied, reduced to two-dimensional smears across the deck."
The memory clearly haunted her—eyes distant, hands trembling slightly as she relived witnessing that catastrophe.
—Broadcast—
The Cursed Twins' Origin
Charlotte Linlin had been pregnant with fraternal twins—boy and girl who'd gestated together for nine months before their violent entry into the world. Charlotte Hikaru emerged from her mother's womb first, establishing her as the older sister despite only minutes' separation. The younger brother followed shortly after, both children immediately displaying the distinctive Uchiha bloodline inherited from their mysterious father.
However, the siblings' development diverged dramatically during early childhood.
Only Hikaru could awaken the Sharingan—those legendary crimson eyes with tomoe patterns granting enhanced perception, illusion casting, and access to increasingly powerful techniques as the eyes evolved. Her younger twin brother remained frustratingly normal despite possessing Uchiha genetics. His eyes stayed permanently dark brown, never manifesting even the most basic Sharingan activation regardless of emotional trauma or intensive training.
The boy represented what Uchiha clan members classified with cruel terminology: a failure who couldn't open his eyes. Someone born with legendary bloodline but lacking capacity to access its signature abilities.
But when fate closes one door, it occasionally opens unexpected window as compensation. What Hikaru's brother lacked in inherited bloodline abilities, he gained through different supernatural means—though that compensation proved far more curse than blessing.
The boy possessed devoted older sister who valued family bonds with intensity bordering on obsession. Charlotte Hikaru protected her twin brother ferociously, making absolutely clear to all siblings that disrespecting him—rolling eyes at the "useless" Uchiha, making cruel jokes about his inability awakening Sharingan—would result in immediate violent retaliation. The threat of Amaterasu's inextinguishable black flames consuming anyone who bullied her brother proved remarkably effective deterrent.
The tragedy began during seemingly innocent playtime. When Hikaru's younger brother was playing with glutinous rice cake soul creatures—animate constructs created by combining Charlotte Katakuri's Mochi Mochi no Mi abilities with their mother's Soru Soru no Mi soul fragments—he'd been unsupervised. His protective sister had been momentarily distracted by other activities, leaving the boy to his own devices for perhaps twenty minutes.
During that brief window, the child accidentally swallowed a Devil Fruit he'd discovered hidden among the mochi constructs. The fruit's appearance—covered in distinctive spiraling patterns—had been mistaken for some exotic candy or sweet treat. By the time anyone realized what he'd consumed, the transformation was already complete and irreversible.
That consumption marked the beginning of the boy's perpetual misfortune.
The Devil Fruit he'd ingested granted him abilities that proved extraordinarily threatening to his entire family's continued existence. Even Charlotte Hikaru—who loved her brother more than anyone else in the world, who'd awakened Mangekyō Sharingan partially from trauma of witnessing his imprisonment—couldn't prevent what happened next.
The family made collective decision: Hikaru's twin brother would be imprisoned in the darkest basement beneath Cake Island, confined behind more than a dozen reinforced barriers incorporating gravity-manipulation technology that made the exit functionally impossible to breach through physical force. Each gate generated crushing gravitational fields that would reduce escape attempts to smears of organic matter.
These defensive measures weren't implemented because anyone believed they could genuinely contain the Paramecia Devil Fruit user indefinitely. The Nega Nega no Mi (Wish-Wish Fruit) user's abilities transcended conventional physical barriers entirely. If the boy genuinely wanted escaping, he could potentially wish himself free regardless of gravitational fields or sealed doors.
The imprisonment persisted only because he didn't want making his beloved sister's situation more difficult within their family. Hikaru already faced tremendous pressure as the five-year-old bearing Mangekyō Sharingan's burdens. If her brother escaped and the family blamed her for his liberation, the resulting persecution might break even her extraordinary will.
So the nameless boy remained in his dark cell, voluntarily accepting imprisonment to protect his sister from further suffering—just as she'd protected him from bullying throughout their short lives.
—Broadcast—
The Nega Nega no Mi (Wish-Wish Fruit) represented Paramecia-type Devil Fruit with seemingly miraculous capabilities: granting wishes spoken aloud by others, manifesting desired outcomes through supernatural intervention that bypassed conventional causality.
Want someone healed from catastrophic injuries? The Wish-Wish Fruit could restore them.
Need object destroyed or created? The Wish-Wish Fruit could accomplish that.
Desire person transported across impossible distances? The Wish-Wish Fruit could arrange such transportation.
However, the fruit's power carried catastrophic flaw that rendered it perhaps the most dangerous Devil Fruit in existence—more threatening than Logia types granting elemental invincibility, more terrifying than Zoan types enabling monstrous transformations.
The Wish-Wish Fruit operated on principle of equivalent exchange magnified by chaotic unpredictability.
Every wish granted extracted corresponding price from reality itself. Sometimes the cost manifested obviously—the wisher aging decades instantly, or losing specific body parts, or suffering immediate death. But more frequently, the price emerged in completely unexpected ways that defied prediction or logical assessment.
During controlled experiments attempting to establish safe parameters for the fruit's usage, the Big Mom Pirates had learned horrifying truths about its operation:
Experiment One - Wishing for simple glass of water:
The wisher's younger brother died instantly from spontaneous heart failure three islands away. No visible connection between wish and victim. No logical causality explaining why that specific person paid the price.
Experiment Two - Wishing for minor wound to be healed:
The ship's entire crew—fifty-three people—were crushed simultaneously under invisible gravitational pressure, their bodies flattened to two-dimensional smears across the deck. The victim whose wound was healed survived unharmed, completely unaware of the massacre his healing had triggered.
Experiment Three - Wishing for knowledge about specific topic:
The knowledge was granted, appearing fully formed in the wisher's mind. Thirty seconds later, random civilians on distant island began screaming as their memories were systematically erased—decades of personal history vanishing to provide the informational "material" fulfilling the wish. By the time the effect ceased, sixteen people had been reduced to vegetative states, their consciousness intact but lacking any sense of personal identity.
The experiments ceased after that third catastrophe. The pattern was undeniable: The Wish-Wish Fruit didn't create something from nothing. It redistributed existing resources through mechanisms that defied prediction, selecting victims apparently at random but operating under rules nobody could decipher.
Charlotte Hikaru's twin brother represented Mount dominated by his King—the absolute worst-case scenario Caesar Clown and Dr. Vegapunk had discussed. The Devil Fruit's consciousness had seized complete control during the consumption process, reducing the boy's original personality to helpless passenger within his own skull.
When the imprisoned child spoke, three distinct voices emerged simultaneously:
The boy's original voice—terrified, confused, begging for freedom.
The Wish-Wish Fruit's voice—cold, clinical, explaining costs and consequences.
And something else—something neither human nor demonic but resembling cosmic indifference, the voice of equivalent exchange itself manifested through supernatural medium.
Charlotte Hikaru proposed using her brother despite understanding the risks because she loved Charlotte Katakuri too much to accept his death. If even the slightest chance existed for restoring him to wholeness, she'd pursue it regardless of potential costs.
"I'll make the wish myself," Hikaru stated with finality that ended all debate. "I'll accept whatever price the fruit demands. If my life is required in exchange for Brother Katakuri's restoration, that represents acceptable trade. He protected me countless times—now I'll save him, whatever the cost."
The five-year-old's determination silenced objections more effectively than any argument. When someone possessed Mangekyō Sharingan declared their willingness to die for their cause, few people possessed courage contradicting them directly.
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