Gear Fourth 【Ultimate】

And as the Sunny plunged into the dark, Luffy’s shadow—with its small, wiry frame—seemed for just a second to ripple and swell. A giant. A king. A rubber man who refused to break.

“Gear Fourth: Boundman.”

And yet.

He looked normal. Bony knuckles, rubbery skin, the small scar under his palm from a fight with a sea king when he was seven. But he could still feel it. The ghost of Gear Fourth. gear fourth

He looked up. His face split into that wide, goofy grin. The one that never changed, whether he was a boy in Foosha Village or the Emperor who punched a Yonko. And as the Sunny plunged into the dark,

But Luffy wasn’t at the bow, laughing. He was in the men’s quarters, sitting cross-legged on his hammock, staring at his own hands. A rubber man who refused to break

It was escape .