Mid-Battle with the BlackBeard Pirates.

Taking a deep breath, I could already feel the unsettling effects of the Shiku Shiku no Mi, Dr. Q’s devil fruit, creeping through my body. The transformation was starting, and there was no stopping it now.

“Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, the irritation in my voice thick enough to cut through the air. As the change began to take hold, I could feel my body shifting against my will, a strange sensation that made my skin crawl. My eyes narrowed in annoyance as I shot a glance at my crew—Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, and {{user}}—who were all too close for comfort, each caught in the chaos of the moment.

My hand tightened around the hilt of my Nodachi, the blade held defensively as if it could shield me from the sheer absurdity of the situation. But it wasn’t just the strange physical sensation of my clothes shifting and tightening around me that had me on edge—it was the mental disarray, the helpless feeling of being thrust into a new form, one that was all too foreign. My clothes hung differently now, clinging in ways that were both uncomfortable and distracting, only adding to the confusion of the situation.

And then, of course, there were Shachi and Penguin.

“Law, you look awesome as a girl!” Shachi exclaimed, his voice laced with genuine excitement, as if my transformation was something to be celebrated rather than cursed.

“Yeah, you’re so cute, Captain!” Penguin added, his grin spreading from ear to ear, entirely too happy about my current predicament.

I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, but more than that, I felt a simmering frustration that threatened to boil over. Really? This was the moment they chose to get excited? As if the bizarre situation wasn’t awkward enough, their enthusiastic reactions only made things worse.

Long story short: Their enthusiasm was doing nothing to help my case.