Chapter 2: Understanding the Copy System

The glowing panel in front of me remained still, its soft luminescence casting a faint light across my vision. My heart pounded as I reread the words, my mind still grappling with the impossibility of what I was seeing.

[Copy System Activated]

Kozuki Oden (1 Skill Available for Copying)

A system? Like something out of a game or a web novel? But this was reality—at least, it felt real. My hands trembled as I reached forward, only to realize that I didn't need to touch the panel. The moment I focused on the text, more information appeared.

[Copy System Details]

The Copy System allows the user to copy one skill, Haki, or Devil Fruit ability from any individual upon touch.

A person can be copied only once.

Skills copied will be at the same level of mastery as the original owner at the time of copying.

The copied ability will integrate instantly into the user's body and mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to process the implications of this ability. I could copy skills. Not just any skills—abilities from some of the strongest people in the world. Haki, swordsmanship, Devil Fruits...

If this was real, then I wasn't powerless.

A thought struck me. Oden was defeated, which meant he was still alive. If he had been executed, I doubted the system would have let me copy his skills.

That meant there was still time.

But time for what? To change Wano's future? To stop Kaido? Could I even do that with just one copied skill?

I pushed down my spiraling thoughts. First, I had to understand my current situation properly.

Understanding My Situation

I was Momonosuke. I was in Wano. And my father had just lost to Kaido.

That much was clear.

What wasn't clear was how much time had passed since Oden's defeat and what the current state of Wano was. Had Kaido already taken control? Were Oden's retainers still fighting? What was my mother planning?

And more importantly—what was I supposed to do now?

If this world followed the same timeline as One Piece, then the worst was yet to come. Oden would be executed in three days. His retainers—the Nine Red Scabbards—would attempt to save me and my sister, but only some would survive.

Kaido and Orochi would burn down Kuri, take over Wano, and we would be forced to flee.

That was the original story.

But now? Now there was me. A different Momonosuke. A Momonosuke who had a chance to change everything.

The question was—how far could I go with just one copied skill?

I stared at the list again, my mind racing.

Oden Two-Sword Style → A powerful sword style, but I was still a child. Even if I had Oden's skills, my body might not be able to handle them properly.

Advanced Conqueror's Haki → This was one of the most powerful abilities in the world. But could I even use it with my current body?

Ryou (Advanced Armament Haki) → A strong defensive and offensive Haki technique that allowed attacks to bypass defenses.

Monstrous Physical Strength → Oden's raw strength was legendary. It could make up for my weak body.

Battle Instincts & Experience → Oden's ability to read battles, react instinctively, and adapt to his enemies.

Each of them was invaluable. But I needed more time to decide.

For now, I had to focus on my immediate reality—my family.

Accepting Reality

I slowly sat up, my body still sluggish, as I looked around the dimly lit room. The traditional Wano-style walls, the tatami mat beneath me, the faint smell of incense—everything screamed authenticity. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't some elaborate illusion.

I had truly transmigrated.

I wasn't a man from Earth anymore. I was Momonosuke Kozuki. The son of a fallen legend. The heir of Wano.

And my family—my mother and sister—were suffering just as much as I was.

Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and pushed the panel to the back of my mind. I would deal with the system later. Right now, I needed to face them.

I slowly got to my feet, my body still adjusting, and stepped toward the sliding door. The moment I touched it, I heard soft sobbing from the other side.

I hesitated.

A child's voice—frail, choked with grief.

Hiyori.

The door slid open, and my heart clenched at the sight before me.

My little sister was curled up on the floor, her small hands gripping her kimono tightly as she sobbed silently. Beside her, my mother, Kozuki Toki, sat with a vacant look in her eyes. Her usually graceful posture was slumped, her hands trembling as she gently stroked Hiyori's hair.

The moment my mother saw me, her eyes widened.

"Momo…" she whispered, her voice breaking.

At that moment, I truly felt it. The weight of their sorrow. The loss that had shattered them.

I wasn't just an observer in this story anymore.

This was my family.

I stepped forward and knelt beside my mother and sister, wrapping my small arms around them.

I didn't say anything.

I just held them.