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"To think we'd have to resort to consuming a Wonder Fruit..." vehemently hissed Tsume as the both of his arms blurred into an innumerable amount of swings. Like a child to the wrappings of a Christmas, Tsume's claws tore into Aharon's body without so much as an iota of restraint. And like water from a sprinkler, the resultant lacerations spilled more than just a few fluid ounces of Aharon's blood in all directions. "...it's as if we're no different than the common rabble!" "As long as he dies..." roared Hanone a moment before he slammed his now grotesquely oversized fist into the very center of Aharon's chest. With a retch and a gush of blood from each of the lacerations Tsume managed to litter his body with, Aharon found himself hurtling far beyond the boundaries of the Tora no Tomarigi's zenith. Not longer after that, Aharon was plummeting towards the West Blue. "...who cares?" "D-d-damn," murmured Aharon as he descended not only towards the sea, but also into a recollection of the entirety of his twenty years of life. Once Aharon had fallen to the point where he was halfway to the surface of the sea, his descent was abruptly stalled by time coming to an unexpected halt. As if the universe itself was going out of its way to provide Aharon with some sort of an exception to the whole time waits for no man thing. It was only at this time that Aharon managed to take notice of the fact that a number of images were being displayed to him. There was no sequence to the display. No pattern. Or any semblance of order at all. Though each of the images were indeed a sight that Aharon had the (dis)pleasure of seeing at some point in his life, they were not shown to Aharon in chronological order as one might have expected. Instead, they were simply displayed at random. "Time just came to a standstill and my life is flashing before my eyes..." begun Aharon with only a metaphysical shake of his head due to the fact that his actual head was frozen in place alongside time itself. "...well I'll de damned. I'm dying aren't I?" Much to Aharon's confusion, he could not bring himself to be scared of his current predicament. Instead, he found that he could only be a tad bit disappointed. To make matters worse, it wasn't even an extreme brand the disappointment. Rather, it was that laid-back brand of disappointment. The brand that just about anyone could have brushed off of their mind with little if any amount of effort. Aharon was kind of annoyed by this. For the Marine had never considered himself to be the type who could be accepting of death. He'd always figured he go down kicking and screaming... "Well who would've thought-" was all Aharon managed to say to himself before a particular image was displayed to him. A sight he'd been struggling to repress for months on end. a blast from the past, and not one of the pleasant ones. It was Iroppoi. With tears in her eyes and prayers on her lips. Immediately afterward, time awoke from its slumber with a vengeance. Everything happened so fast. It was as if history itself was being fast forwarded. Out of nowhere, Aharon snapped to attention and burst into action. He pulled his knees to his chest, going so far as to literally pull with his hands. And then, only a moment before he would've plunged into the sea, Aharon kicked. At a speed comparable to the velocity of a Pawapafu of all people, Aharon's feet slammed directly onto the surface of the sea. As if it was just as solid as the ground itself, the sea imploded. Waves that were more than worthy of the Gura Gura no Mi itself majestically rose into being. A crater outwardly spread from the portion of the sea that had Aharon kicked. And a thunderclap boomed as Aharon rocketed into a spiral ascent with his teeth clenched and his hands balled into fists. "Mari-n Panku! (Marine Punk!)" wailed Aharon as his ascent took him through the side of the Tora no Tomarigi in a manner that allowed him to diagonally erupt from the ground of the Tora no Tomarigi's zenith. Hanone and Tsume's jaws dropped in perfect unison as Aharon burst from the ground and rose to being directly above them. If Hanone and Tsume weren't shocked by the fact that they were being subjected to a subterranean ambush by a guy they'd just to send hurtling over a cliff, if they weren't shocked by the fact that the aforementioned guy was currently smiling like a maniac in spite of the fact that he was heavily injured at the moment, then two of them must've been shocked by the following transformation. In an instant; Aharon's overall physique took on a uniformly boneless appearance in a manner that was reminiscent of mollusks such as a snail, his arms and legs were elongated to the point where they were more than twice as long as they were before, all of his fingers were lengthen enough to allow each of them to serve as rope with which one could collectively tie an entire crew of pirates, his face became devoid of any feature other than a protrusive eye, and his complexion shifted into a color scheme of light blues, dark blues, and white. "Mari-n Panku: Aoiroryuu no Mari-to-Kusari! (Marine Punk: Ball-and-Chain of the Blue Dragon!)" said Aharon in an ecstatic laugh as he raised his arms directly overhead and then densely tangled all of his fingers into a sphere of flesh. Because of the sheer length of his transformed fingers, said sphere was much larger than even what a combination of Hanone and Tsume would have been. Needless to say, Hanone and Tsume were scared shitless by that very fact. "Just what the hell-" was all Hanone managed to say before Aharon threw his body into a somersault in order to accumulate enough potential energy to allow him to lash out with the both of his arms in a manner that swung his tangled fingers down onto Hanone and Tsume with enough force to smash Hanone and Tsume through the surface of the Tora no Tomarigi's zenith and onto the ground of one of the Tora no Tomarigi's many caverns. Afterward Aharon untangled his fingers, reverted to being naught but a human, and then casually landed on the zenith of the Tora no Tomarigi. "I had almost forgotten..." snickered Aharon to himself as looked through the hole he'd made on the zenith's surface and onto the unconscious forms of Hanone and Tsume. "...that I was no longer a man with nothing to lose!"
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