The reflection in the murky water below the dock barely looked like me anymore.
Two years ago, I had been a small, weak child, forced into an unforgiving world with nothing but my name. But now…
Now, I stood tall, my body a testament to the trials I had endured.
A Warrior's Growth
I had grown massively over these two years—far beyond what was natural for a boy my age.
I wasn't just taller. My entire physique had transformed.
Height: I stood at nearly 6'2" (188 cm)—far above what any normal ten-year-old should be.Body Structure: Broad shoulders, a defined chest, thick arms, and powerful legs. The constant battles and survival training had forged my body into something closer to a warrior than a child.Face: My jawline had sharpened, my once-soft features now chiseled with the beginnings of maturity. I barely looked like a child anymore. If someone saw me now, they would believe I was at least 18 years old.Hair: My hair had grown longer—thick, jet-black strands falling wildly over my shoulders, much like my father's once did.
As I clenched my fists, I could feel the raw power in my muscles, a stark contrast to the frail boy who had once shivered in fear of Kaido's grip.
This body was built for war.
And in the future, I would grow even more.
I had no doubt—one day, I would stand as massive as my father, Kozuki Oden.
The Risk of Being Recognized
But with my growth came danger.
If I walked around showing my face openly, there was no telling who might recognize me.
The people of Wano believed I had disappeared, lost in time. If the wrong people discovered my true identity, it could bring disaster.
Kaido's forces would hunt me down.Orochi's spies might act against my sister, Hiyori.My existence alone could endanger the people still resisting in Wano.
I couldn't allow that to happen.
I wasn't ready to return yet.
Not until I was strong enough to tear down Kaido's empire with my own hands.
Until then, I needed a disguise.
A Masked Warrior
I searched through the ship's old supply crates and found what I needed—a black cloth mask.
I wrapped it around the lower half of my face, hiding my jaw and mouth, leaving only my sharp eyes visible.
Then, I pulled up the hood of my dark cloak, covering my wild hair.
Now, no one could recognize me.
From this moment on, I was no longer Kozuki Momonosuke.
To the world, I would be just another nameless warrior.
A masked swordsman, wandering in search of strength.
I clenched my sword Oden tightly, feeling the weight of my new identity settle over me.
This was my path now.
A path that led not to survival… but to conquest.
Stepping into Mock Town
With my mask secured, I stepped off the ship and onto the docks of Mock Town.
The streets were alive with chaos. Pirates brawled openly in the middle of the street, drinking, laughing, and shouting over one another. The stench of rum, sweat, and saltwater filled the air.
No law. No rules.
Only the strong thrived here.
Perfect.
I walked forward, my footsteps steady, my gaze sharp beneath the mask. No one would recognize me.
But one thing was certain—
Soon, the pirates of Mock Town would know my strength.