Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

Thanks For The All Powerstone... As Promised I have uploaded Three Extra Chapters (50,100,150 ps) Enjoy (⁠^⁠^⁠)

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As Satoru strolled through the bustling streets, he eventually wandered out of the tourist district and into the harbor zone. The scenery shifted, revealing ports filled with all manner of ships—merchant vessels, pirate galleons, and even ominous-looking slave ships. Every ship seemed engaged in the same activity: coating. 

"What a fascinating technology," Satoru murmured, observing the craftsmen hard at work. "Just a thin layer of film, and it allows a ship to travel 10,000 meters underwater. The marvels of nature are truly incredible."

Suddenly, a voice broke his musings. "That's the kid!" 

The words rang out from behind, and the once-lively crowd scattered like leaves in the wind. Satoru turned slowly, finding himself surrounded. Among the mob, three familiar faces emerged, bruised and battered but alive. He immediately pieced together what was happening.

"Oh, it's you three again," Satoru said with a faint smile. "Didn't you learn anything the last time?"

The trio glared at him, undeterred. One of them, missing several teeth and speaking with a noticeable lisp, sneered, "Who do you think you're talking to, brat? Do you even know who you're messing with?"

Before the man could continue his bravado, Satoru lazily flicked his wrist. A sickening crack echoed through the alley as the man's limbs twisted unnaturally. Blood spattered the ground as he crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut, screaming in agony.

"Ahhh! My arms! My legs!" the man howled. His cries grew weaker until he collapsed into silence, lifeless.

The chaos sent the remaining onlookers into a panic. Most fled, while a few brave—or foolish—individuals lingered to watch the scene unfold. 

On a ship overlooking the harbor, a middle-aged man with yellow and white hair observed the commotion with interest, sipping a bottle of rum. "Hmm, an interesting ability," he mused, his eyes narrowing on Satoru.

Back on the ground, the remaining thugs exchanged uneasy glances. They had prepared for this, and their leader barked out orders. "Don't panic! He's just a Devil Fruit user. Bring out the seawater!"

At his command, several men carrying wooden barrels emerged, their contents sloshing ominously. They charged forward, splashing the seawater in Satoru's direction.

Satoru tilted his head, unimpressed. "Sea water? Really? That's your grand plan?"

The water cascaded over him, but to the shock of the thugs, it simply rolled off, leaving him completely dry. A faint, invisible barrier surrounded his body, deflecting the liquid harmlessly to the ground.

"What the…?!" one of them stammered.

From the deck of his ship, the yellow-haired man chuckled, intrigued. "So, the sea water doesn't even touch him. This kid gets more interesting by the second."

Satoru sighed, stretching his arms lazily. "Well, since you've made your move, it's my turn now."

The thugs recoiled as Satoru began to emit an aura of casual menace. "I hope you can at least make this entertaining," he muttered.

Before they could react, their bodies lifted off the ground. Panic set in as they floated higher and higher, their screams filling the air. Then, like a twisted game of dodgeball, Satoru began smashing them into one another midair. Each collision sent shockwaves through their bodies, leaving them broken and bleeding.

When they finally crashed back to the ground, none of them were left standing. 

"Pathetic," Satoru remarked, dusting off his hands. "You call yourselves fighters?"

One of the thugs, gasping for breath, managed to spit out his final words. "You won't... get away with this. Lord Dragon will... hunt you down..." He coughed, his head lolling to the side as he succumbed to his injuries.

Satoru scoffed, picking up his snacks and resuming his stroll. "Dragon, huh? Guess I'll have to add him to the list."