One Piece : Prince of Charlotte Family

Clatter...

The Walla Carl Sea area.

The waves rolled across the sea, thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

Everywhere, the remains of destroyed ships and countless bodies floated on the water. The blood spreading through the sea had already drawn sea beasts and even Sea Kings, fighting over the feast.

It was a scene of pure carnage.

"So amazing!"

"As expected of Master Wilhelm!"

"By himself, he wiped out an entire battleship's crew, including a Navy Headquarters Vice Admiral, without even a scratch!"

"Who would've thought that the infamous Onigumo Vice Admiral, hated even by dogs, would meet his end at Master Wilhelm's hands?"

"But this means the Marines will definitely put a bounty on him soon!"

The pirates of the BIG-MOM Pirates, along with the Homies soldiers, stood in awe.

Their gazes were fixed on the cold, silver-haired figure of Wilhelm, whose presence radiated arrogance and power.

No one could have imagined that without relying on any Devil Fruit ability, Wilhelm—the so-called "Trembling Prince"—would end the battle single-handedly, wiping out every Marine on the battleship.

It was well-known that Navy Headquarters' top-tier battleships were no easy targets.

Such ships were not only commanded by a Vice Admiral but also manned by thousands of elite marines, with numerous capable officers and powerful fighters among them.

Yet in less than ten minutes, the battleship and its entire crew of thousands were sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Even Onigumo, a notorious Vice Admiral feared throughout the New World, couldn't stand against Wilhelm.

He was defeated with ease, failing to land even a single injury on his opponent.

Wilhelm's outfit remained spotless, completely unscathed.

It was hard to believe.

In contrast to Wilhelm's effortless victory, others weren't as fortunate.

The two sisters, Snamon and Strong, fought bravely, but the odds weren't in their favor.

Facing a Navy Headquarters Rear Admiral, hundreds of elite marines, and a frigate's firepower, even their considerable strength wasn't enough to avoid injuries entirely.

Minor wounds were inevitable in such an intense battle.

"Wilhelm, you win."

Smoothie, the strongest among the three sisters, was unharmed. However, after the intense battle, she couldn't help but look a bit disheveled as she sat wiping down her beloved sword.

She glanced at Wilhelm—completely unscathed, not a single speck of blood on his clothes—and spread her hands in resignation.

"I admit defeat! From now on, my sisters and I will follow your lead."

The three sisters were proud by nature, too dignified to act like those petty types who shamelessly broke their promises or made excuses.

"I can't believe it…"

Nearby, Strong and Snamon sat dejected, staring blankly at the sky as if they'd lost all hope.

"I think I've seen our future, and it's nothing but darkness," Strong muttered weakly.

"Our carefree days are over forever," added Snamon with a sigh.

The thought of training as hard and relentlessly as Wilhelm every single day was worse than any punishment for the somewhat lazy sisters.

"You don't need to bother with this."

As the ship's doctor approached to treat Strong and Snamon's injuries, Wilhelm stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"Go tend to the others instead."

Cang-lang-lang!

Wilhelm drew his sword, the magnificent "Natural Tooth," and laid it before them.

The three sisters stared in shock as the blade began to emit a radiant, holy light.

The light bathed Strong and Snamon, and their wounds started closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was no need for bandages or medicine.

"This is…"

"Our wounds are healed!?"

Strong and Snamon gawked in disbelief.

Even Smoothie, watching from the side, was surprised. "The injuries are completely gone!"

Her gaze shifted to the gleaming blade in Wilhelm's hand.

The three sisters were familiar with "Natural Tooth."

It wasn't an ordinary sword.

Crafted at great expense by the BIG-MOM Pirates, the weapon had been forged by renowned craftsmen to Wilhelm's precise specifications.

Katakuri himself had gone to great lengths to fulfill Wilhelm's request, ensuring the blade met his younger brother's exacting standards.

"Wilhelm, your Natural Tooth…"

"It's no ordinary sword," Smoothie said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity as she watched it heal her sisters' injuries so effortlessly.

Wilhelm calmly sheathed Natural Tooth and said, "It ate the Paramecia Healing Fruit. That makes it a special healing sword."

"Paramecia Healing Fruit?"

"Wait, a sword can eat a Devil Fruit?!"

The three sisters' eyes widened in disbelief. They stood up abruptly, their gazes shifting back and forth between Wilhelm and the sword at his waist.

"To put it simply," Wilhelm began, his tone as steady as ever, "I used the power of the Transfer-Transfer Fruit to move the 'demon,' or rather the essence of the Paramecia Healing Fruit, into the sword."

He continued, explaining as plainly as possible, "In a way, the sword 'ate' the Healing Fruit, granting it its healing abilities."

"You moved the 'demon' inside a Devil Fruit... and gave the sword its power?" Smoothie stared blankly at Wilhelm, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Is something like that even possible?"

"Don't be so surprised. The extent of what a Devil Fruit user can achieve depends entirely on their talent and how far they develop their powers," Wilhelm said with a shrug, his tone casual and devoid of arrogance.

Smoothie wasn't the only one astonished. Strong and Snamon looked equally stunned, as though their entire understanding of the world had been flipped upside down.

Until now, their knowledge of Wilhelm's Transfer-Transfer Fruit was limited to its ability to shift objects, people, or even attacks within his line of sight—or, at most, within the range of his Observation Haki.

But transferring the essence of a Devil Fruit itself? That was far beyond anything they had imagined.

"Moving the 'demon' from a Devil Fruit…" Smoothie muttered, her thoughts spinning. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she locked eyes with Wilhelm.

"Wait… you don't mean to say you could even transfer the abilities of a Devil Fruit user, do you?"

Wilhelm glanced at his sixteen-year-old sister, who was already exuding a natural allure beyond her years. His expression didn't betray much.

"Guess," he said with a faint smirk, offering no confirmation or denial.

The room fell silent.

Smoothie, Snamon, and Strong exchanged glances, their faces reflecting the storm of thoughts raging in their minds.

If what Wilhelm hinted at was true, then his abilities weren't just extraordinary—they were terrifying. The sheer implications were enough to shake their understanding of what Devil Fruits could do.

In their hearts, a wave of realization rose and crashed, leaving them utterly shaken.