Gulp— A fist-sized piece of cake was swallowed in one go.
Tear— A massive turkey leg, larger than her own face, had a huge chunk bitten out of it.
"Big Eater" Jewelry Bonney sat cross-legged on a wide wooden table, completely abandoning any sense of ladylike decorum. She was nearly buried under the mountain of empty plates surrounding her petite frame.
"Another round, Boss!"
She didn't even bother looking up. She simply thrust a greasy hand toward the kitchen, her voice muffled by the sheer volume of food stuffed in her mouth.
Soon, a steaming whole roast chicken was brought out. The skin was crispy, glistening with hot oil and sizzling. Bonney's eyes, already large, sparkled with an incredible intensity. In her world right now, there was nothing but the mouth-watering feast in front of her.
She snatched the chicken, ripped off a leg, and continued her onslaught, mumbling happily to herself, "So good... so good... this is the best!"
Beside her, several burly fishermen dressed in denim overalls watched their young captain gorge herself. A faint look of unease flickered in the depths of their eyes. The leader leaned in and whispered urgently into her ear:
"Big Sis, we really have to go! The lookout spotted Marine masts. Their ship will dock in half an hour at most! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"
"Mm-hmm... one more bite... just one more bite~" Bonney replied vaguely, her eyes glued to the chicken leg as if it were the only treasure in the world. As she struggled to shove a massive piece of meat into her mouth, she complained incoherently, "Once we set sail... gulp... I won't be able to taste home anymore! In the middle of the ocean, who knows where the next full meal is coming from!"
Finally, through the combined efforts of several strong men, the table—along with the food and Bonney herself—was hoisted up by its four corners and carried quickly toward the back exit.
"Sorry about this, Big Sis!"
"Hey, hey, hey! My plate is gonna fall!" Bonney cried out.
This comical, slightly pathetic scene drew stares from the few remaining patrons in the restaurant. Chrollo, watching from a distance, let a faint smile touch his lips before rising silently to follow them.
Jewelry Bonney.
The "Age-Age Human" who ate the Paramecia-type Age-Age Fruit.
Though she currently appeared to be a young woman in her twenties, it was a disguise created by her powers. Her true age at this moment was... only eight years old.
If asked who the strongest person in the world was, Chrollo might hesitate to name just one. But if asked who had the greatest potential in the One Piece world, he would definitely cast his vote for the girl in front of him.
At age 8, she mastered the Age-Age Fruit. At 9, she officially set sail as the captain of the Bonney Pirates. At 10, she landed at the Sabaody Archipelago as one of the Eleven Supernovas of the Worst Generation. At 11, she mastered Armament Haki and escaped the clutches of Admiral Akainu. At 12, she pushed her fruit to its absolute peak, using the technique "Distorted Future: The Future of Freedom" to glimpse and simulate "future possibilities"—even briefly transforming herself into a "Nika" liberation form similar to Monkey D. Luffy to throw a "Nika Punch" imbued with the will of freedom!
What an extraordinary talent!
When the "Child of Destiny" Luffy was ten, he was still crying behind Sabo and Ace. One of the Four Emperors, "Red-Haired" Shanks, was merely an apprentice on Gol D. Roger's ship at that age. Yet Jewelry Bonney, while still technically a child, was already becoming a force to be reckoned with in the New World. Her growth rate was arguably the highest in the history of the pirate world.
Furthermore, she held a significant secret: she was the daughter of a Celestial Dragon. Her mother, Ginny, had been kidnapped and forced to become a "wife" to a Celestial Dragon, only to be tossed aside when she contracted the then-incurable "Sapphire Scale" disease. In her final moments, Ginny risked everything to bring the infant Bonney back to her homeland, the Sorbet Kingdom, entrusting her to the king—the man known as "Tyrant" Bartholomew Kuma.
Chrollo knew that Kuma's story was destined for tragedy. At this point, Kuma had likely already accepted Vegapunk's modifications, voluntarily erasing his consciousness to become a "Pacifista" (PX-0)—a war machine that only followed orders. Even the loyal men currently protecting her with their lives—these fishermen who were Kuma's old friends—would likely perish during their future travels to keep her safe. Eventually, this gifted girl would lose everyone she cherished and become a truly solitary revenger.
To Chrollo, she was the perfect partner, tailor-made for the Phantom Troupe.
She carried a bone-deep hatred for the Celestial Dragons and the World Government—hatred that could be converted into the firmest combat will. She had a powerful drive to find her father and uncover the truth of her birth, which would push her to get stronger. And that terrifying potential, once guided and tempered, would surely set the world ablaze.
She was the perfect candidate to fill the final piece of the Phantom Troupe's puzzle: the "Lost Leg." She was the ideal successor for the "Number 4" position left vacant by that traitor, Hisoka.
"What an unexpected surprise," Chrollo whispered to himself. Sailing toward the sun had paid off. He hadn't found a helmsman or a scholar of Poneglyphs yet, but he had found the perfect person for the Troupe.
"I've found you... the future Number 4."
He stepped forward, merging into the shadows of the street like a silent ghost. He began weaving his web, preparing to capture this young "Spider" with limitless potential.
Meanwhile, at the town's coastline, on a Marine ship flying the flag of the peace dove, a heavy black military boot stepped onto the dock with a resonant thud.
A burly man with short white hair and a Marine coat took a deep drag of the cigar in his mouth. The flame burned brightly, quickly consuming the cigar under his massive lung capacity. He exhaled a cloud of smoke that veiled half his face.
"Tch. Sending me all this way just to catch some snot-nosed brat."
If Chrollo were there, he would have recognized the man instantly: a Marine Headquarters Captain, user of the Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit, known as the "White Hunter"... Smoker.
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