Isaac Newton in One Piece

The first light of morning peeked over the horizon, spilling its golden glow across the ocean as the ship rocked gently in the soft waves. The air smelled fresh, carrying the scent of saltwater and the promise of new beginnings.

Nolan stretched, rubbing his eyes as he emerged from below deck. Kieran, now fully awake and looking more in control of himself after the strange incident with the Devil Fruit, stood by the ship's edge, staring out at the island.

"Ready to go back to the village for supplies?" Nolan asked, tying his boots.

Kieran nodded, adjusting Chandrahas at his side. "Yeah. We'll need some things before we head out. And maybe check on the villagers too, see if they've heard anything about the Grand Line."

Nolan looked over at the sleeping Mira and Isaac, who were still recovering from the previous night's debauchery and exhaustion. Mira's face was pale, a result of her overindulgence, while Isaac had his hand pressed to his forehead.

"Let's let them sleep," Nolan said quietly. "We'll be back soon."

The two of them made their way down the gangplank, their boots sinking into the soft sand of the beach. The village was quiet this early, most of its residents still asleep after a long night of festivities. The occasional figure staggered by, looking worse for wear from too much drinking, but it wasn't long before they made their way to the village square.

Kieran glanced over at Nolan, his hand still instinctively brushing the hilt of his sword. "You alright?"

Nolan nodded, though his face was still marked by the faint unease from last night. "I just... can't shake the feeling that something's off. About you, about that fruit..."

Kieran gave him a reassuring look, though his own doubts lingered. "I'm fine now. I won't let the sword take control again." He spoke the words with more confidence than he felt, but it was enough to calm Nolan for the moment.

The two of them quickly made their way to the village's market, where they found a few stalls still open despite the early hour. They picked up some dried goods, medical supplies, and a small flintlock for Nolan in case of trouble.

While Nolan haggled for the best prices, Kieran's mind kept drifting back to the fruit he'd eaten. Every now and then, he would glance down at Chandrahas, sensing the strange connection between it and the power he now felt pulsing inside him.

Nolan was already heading back to the ship when Kieran, distracted by his thoughts, stopped in front of a small wooden shack. A woman sat out front, weaving baskets, the faint sound of her work filling the air. She looked up at Kieran as he approached, her eyes filled with a knowing wisdom.

"You've got that look about you," she said, voice raspy but kind. "You're looking for something, aren't you?"

Kieran hesitated, glancing down at Chandrahas. "I think I've found it."

The woman's gaze sharpened, and she set her work aside. "Then you need to understand it, boy. The sword chose you for a reason. And that fruit... it didn't just change you. It's part of something bigger."

Kieran felt a chill run down his spine. "What do you mean?"

The woman smiled gently. "Everything comes with a cost. The fruit, the sword—they're connected, bound by something older than you can imagine. But beware, because it won't just be you who's affected by the power you've taken."

Her cryptic words echoed in Kieran's mind as he turned to leave. He found Nolan waiting by the edge of the ship, arms crossed, clearly impatient but relieved to see him return.

As Nolan and Kieran walked through the village, the lively chatter of the townspeople began to fade, replaced by an unsettling tension in the air. The sense of being watched was palpable, but neither of them could shake the feeling that something more sinister was lurking.

Suddenly, a heavy footstep echoed from behind them. Kieran's hand instinctively reached for Chandrahas, but he held off, not wanting to escalate anything unnecessarily. Nolan, sensing the same tension, turned his head slowly.

From the corner of the street, two figures emerged, casting long shadows on the ground. One was a tall, muscular woman with short pink hair, her tan skin gleaming under the sun as she cracked her knuckles with a grin. The other was a shorter man, ginger-haired and scrappy-looking, holding two metal bats, spinning them around with a relaxed yet dangerous air.

The two bounty hunters came to a stop just a few feet in front of Kieran and Nolan, blocking their path. The look in Miss Monday's eyes was cold, calculating, while Mr. 9's expression showed a hint of amusement, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Miss Monday's deep voice rumbled as she spoke, "I'd suggest you two stop right where you are. You've got something we need, and it's time to hand it over."

Kieran's eyes narrowed, instinctively moving closer to Nolan. He could feel the power of Chandrahas stirring in his hand, but he resisted the urge to draw the blade. Nolan stood beside him, tense but ready.

"What do you mean?" Nolan asked cautiously, his hand never straying far from the bow on his back.

Mr. 9 swung his metal bats lazily, eyeing the two of them. "That fruit you took—well, it doesn't belong to you." His grin was wide but empty, and there was a cruel edge to his voice. "We're here to make sure it gets returned to its rightful owners."

Kieran's stomach tightened. He hadn't known what he'd eaten when he'd consumed the strange blue fruit, but it hadn't taken long for him to feel its effects. The sword Chandrahas had reacted to him in ways that didn't make sense—like it had chosen him. Now, this group of bounty hunters was here because of that same fruit. But why? Why was it so special?

He stood his ground, refusing to back down. "You're not getting it from me," Kieran replied firmly, his grip tightening on Chandrahas as a faint pulse of power began to thrum through his body. "What makes you think I'd just give it up?"

Miss Monday's smile faltered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "Because, kid, you don't get a choice in the matter," she said, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had killed to get what they wanted. "You took something that wasn't meant for you. And now we're going to teach you between right and wrong."

Mr. 9 grinned, spinning his metal bats again. "Yeah. It's nothing personal, kid. Just business."

Kieran could feel Chandrahas urging him to fight, a strange sense of power building up in him. He wasn't sure if it was the fruit, the sword, or both, but something inside him was pushing him toward action. The air between them thickened, and Kieran was ready to strike when Nolan suddenly spoke up, trying to de-escalate the situation.

"Look, we don't want any trouble," Nolan said, his voice calm but firm. "We didn't know it was some kind of prized possession. But if you're after the fruit, you're out of luck."

Miss Monday's eyes darkened as she stepped forward. "We were hoping it wouldn't come to this," she said, cracking her knuckles in a threatening manner. "But if you're gonna make us fight, we'll be glad to agree."

Without warning, she lunged forward, her powerful fist swinging with deadly precision. Kieran barely had time to react as she slammed her fist toward him. Chandrahas responded almost instinctively, slicing through the air in a flash. The sword moved with unnatural speed, blocking her punch just in time and sending a shockwave through the air.

Miss Monday stepped back, surprised but unfazed. "Not bad," she grunted. "But I'll hit harder than that."

Mr. 9 charged forward, his bats swinging wildly. He moved with the speed of a blur, aiming to knock Kieran off balance. Kieran barely managed to parry one of the swings with Chandrahas, but the force of the blow still sent a jolt through his body. He could feel the sword calling to him again, its power pushing him forward, urging him to unleash everything.

But he wasn't sure what would happen if he let go. What was this fruit? And why did he feel like he was slowly losing control?

Kieran's mind raced, but before he could fully process it, Miss Monday and Mr. 9 attacked again, the battle now fully underway.

Kieran's breath came in quick, ragged bursts as he locked eyes with Miss Monday, who grinned in anticipation. She was a powerhouse—her fists alone could send boulders flying—but Kieran held his ground, the weight of Chandrahas in his hand a steady reminder of his power. He deflected another brutal punch, feeling the force vibrate through his arms, but he didn't relent. The sword hummed with power, responding to the chaos around him.

Just as he thought he might have a chance to gain the upper hand, a shrill cry from Mr. 9 pierced the air. The smaller bounty hunter, wielding his metal bats like clubs, was closing in on Kieran from behind with the intent to end the fight. His hands gripped his bats with malicious intent, preparing to bring down a blow that would have cracked Kieran's skull wide open.

Time slowed, and Kieran's instincts flared. He barely had a moment to react when, suddenly, his shoulders felt a sharp, strange tug. His body jerked violently, and to his shock, two additional arms shot out from his back, growing rapidly, pushing themselves into existence with bone-shaking force.

Miss Monday stumbled back in shock, eyes wide, but Kieran barely noticed. His hands—no, now his extra hands—shot out at the last second, blocking Mr. 9's bats with a power he couldn't understand, a surge of energy he had no control over. The force of the impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, knocking the bounty hunter back.

But the chaos didn't stop there. As if in response to his sudden transformation, Kieran's forehead burned, and a sharp pain shot through his skull. A strange pressure built up, and before he could even think to stop it, his vision blurred, and an intense, golden light exploded from his forehead. A third eye, now fully open, glowed with an otherworldly energy, and before Kieran could comprehend what was happening, a beam of destructive light shot out.

"W-what the—?!" Kieran gasped, trying to shield his face from the blinding light. His body was moving on its own, the strange, inexplicable power controlling his movements. As he turned his head, the beam followed, arcing wildly in all directions. His mind screamed for him to stop, but the power of the beam was beyond his control.

The beam blasted through the air, striking buildings, trees, and parts of the village. Kieran's heart dropped into his stomach as his wild turn caused the light to tear through the very ground beneath him. He could hear the deafening roar of destruction—the screech of stone splitting, the shattering of wood and metal—and the terrified screams of the villagers who were helpless to stop it.

The beam continued, slicing through the air with destructive intent as Kieran's body seemed to ignore his desperate cries. His head jerked violently from side to side, and the beam followed every motion. The houses, the market stalls, even parts of the surrounding cacti were obliterated as the beam cut through everything in its path.

Finally, the beam stopped, leaving behind a swath of devastation. The entire left side of the village had been obliterated, the air thick with dust and the lingering sound of crumbling earth. Kieran collapsed to his knees, his head throbbing, feeling like he was losing control of his own body.

"W-what did I do?" Kieran whispered, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief. His two new arms receded back into his body, and his third eye slowly closed, leaving nothing but the disorienting echo of what had just transpired.

Miss Monday, Mr. 9, and the remaining onlookers were frozen in shock, eyes wide with terror and disbelief. The destructive power Kieran had just unleashed was unlike anything they had ever seen. His unexpected transformation had caused a chain of chaos no one could have predicted.

Nolan, who had been watching the scene unfold from a distance, rushed forward, his flintlock still sitting snugly in a holder at his hit. "Kieran!" he shouted, rushing to his side, his voice laced with fear. "What the hell just happened?!"

Kieran's chest heaved as he looked around, his mind reeling. "I didn't mean to… I didn't mean to destroy everything…" His voice cracked as he looked at the ruined village. His stomach churned with guilt and confusion.

Miss Monday, still stunned but regaining her composure, slowly began to approach. Her voice was low but laced with awe. "That power… it's… insane. What are you?"

Kieran didn't have an answer. He didn't even understand it himself. What was this fruit? What had he become? And why was the sword Chandrahas so deeply connected to his new powers?

The questions burned through his mind as he looked at the destruction he had caused. A feeling of dread began to settle in his chest. He couldn't control this power… and the villagers would never forgive him for what he had done.

"I…" Kieran started, but the words escaped him. He had never felt more helpless.

But Kieran wasn't sure if he had the strength to fight anymore—not after what had just happened. The weight of the destruction hung over him, heavier than any blow could ever be.

And in that moment, Kieran realized that his journey had just taken a dark turn.