Gear | Fourth ^new^

He’d punched the gorilla. The shockwave cracked the mountain behind it. But then he deflated. He collapsed. For an hour, he couldn’t move. He was a shriveled, gasping doll in the mud, watching ants crawl over his fingers. For the first time in his life, Monkey D. Luffy felt vulnerable . He hated it.

The air on the Thousand Sunny was thick with the scent of salt and the distant rumble of an island they’d just escaped. Usopp was stitching a gash in the mainsail, Chopper was restocking bandages, and Sanji was barking orders from the galley. gear fourth

He remembered the first time he’d tried it. A massive gorilla with fists like boulders had him pinned. Luffy bit his own forearm, hard enough to draw blood. He’d punched the gorilla

He looked at his hands again. The scars from Cracker. The bruises from Katakuri. He thought of Katakuri—the man who could see the future. For ten hours, Luffy had run, dodged, and bled. He’d eaten so much mochi he thought he’d turn into it. And when he finally went Gear Fourth against that perfect warrior, it wasn't just power. He collapsed