Chapter 177: Sanji: Really… Not a Single Drop Left!
"Tsk tsk… Sanji, you really don't hold back, do you?!!"
Luffy grimaced in pain, baring his teeth. That kick had been brutally solid.
Sanji clearly hadn't treated his captain like fragile porcelain—he'd gone at him with the same force used to forge steel.
Luffy muttered under his breath, about to complain—
when suddenly every word caught in his throat.
A familiar, long-forgotten warmth surged up from deep within his body without warning.
It was a deep, steady warmth that seeped into every muscle fiber.
Even his bones hummed faintly with a tingling vibration.
This feeling?!
Luffy's eyes widened instantly.
Ever since the earth-shaking battle in Wano, when Kaido had given him a hellish "lesson" with his kanabo, his body had been tempered to a terrifying threshold.
Since then, his strength had continued to grow and his techniques had improved—
but the most fundamental foundation of his physical body had remained like a frozen sea, perfectly still.
But now…
At that moment, several lines of tiny golden text—so subtle they were almost negligible, yet crystal clear to his perception—appeared briefly in his mind before fading away.
[Physique +0.01]
[Physique +0.01]
[Physique +0.01]
…
The numbers were tiny.
The growth was slow—like a snail crawling.
But it was unmistakably increasing.
That seemingly unbreakable barrier had actually loosened ever so slightly… from Sanji's solid kick.
"Hehehe…"
Luffy suddenly grinned widely.
The pained grimace from earlier had vanished, replaced by the fiery excitement of someone discovering a new continent.
He cracked his neck, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
"SANJI—!! Kick me again! Harder this time!!!"
"Huh?!"
Seeing the burning enthusiasm in Luffy's eyes, Sanji's hand froze mid-motion with the cigarette between his fingers.
What kind of guy is this?
Is he addicted to getting beaten?!
No—
something was wrong.
The instincts he'd honed through countless battles at sea instantly put him on edge.
Sanji frowned slightly, his Observation Haki spreading out silently like an invisible tide and enveloping Luffy.
The moment his perception touched him—
Sanji's pupils shrank sharply.
Luffy was undergoing an unbelievable transformation.
Like sparks flying from a hammered piece of iron.
Tiny yet unwavering vitality was surging out from every exhausted cell.
Broken fibers were reweaving.
Slackened tension was tightening again.
This wasn't simple recovery.
It was… metamorphosis.
He's using my attacks to temper his body?!
The absurd and insane realization struck Sanji's mind like thunder, sending waves crashing through his thoughts.
"What an… absolute monster."
Sanji slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke, staring at Luffy with an incredibly complicated expression.
Shock.
Helplessness.
And eventually—
a spark of fiery admiration he didn't even realize himself.
He flicked the cigarette butt away and twisted his polished shoe lightly against the ground.
"If the captain has such a… perverted hobby…"
Sanji's voice lowered, but a sharp smile curved across his lips.
"Then this cook better prepare a few extra-spicy main courses."
BZZZT—!!
A harsh electric crack tore through the air.
Blue lightning exploded from the muscles of Sanji's calf.
He didn't hold back in the slightest.
Twisting his body in place, he unleashed a brutal kick that fell like a battle axe.
In an instant—
the air screamed under the pressure.
Blazing electricity expanded wildly, transforming into a ferocious thunder dragon that lunged toward Luffy with a destructive roar.
Facing this strike capable of melting steel—
Luffy simply grinned with near-manic excitement.
He even leaned forward slightly, actively charging into the storm of destruction.
He couldn't dodge.
And he didn't want to.
The Seastone restraints made his body heavy as lead.
But the deeper reason was simple—
he craved this tempering.
"Bring it on!!"
The thunder dragon swallowed him whole.
Hundreds of millions of volts surged through his body instantly.
Every muscle convulsed under the immense voltage, carbonizing—
only to regenerate again under his absurd vitality.
Blue lightning snakes crawled across his skin.
His hair stood on end.
Fine burn marks spread across his body as the air filled with the sharp smell of scorched protein.
Yet within the blinding lightning storm—
a trembling laugh escaped through Luffy's clenched teeth.
The warm current…
A stronger one than before—
was erupting from the burning depths of his bones.
[Physique +0.03]
[Physique +0.02]
…
Golden numbers flickered wildly amid the thunder and pain like fireworks celebrating rebirth.
Half an Hour Later
The island was filled with the sharp smell of burnt ozone and charred flesh.
Luffy looked like he had just been pulled out of a charcoal kiln.
His upper clothes had long since turned to ash, revealing a body covered in fine burn marks—yet somehow even more powerful than before.
Thin wisps of smoke rose from his hair.
But he seemed completely unconcerned, excitedly rotating his wrists and ankles.
Crack. Crack.
His joints popped stiffly yet powerfully.
After half an hour of intense lightning tempering, the warm current inside his body that resisted the sluggish suppression of Seastone had grown increasingly powerful.
The suppression… was loosening.
His eyes gleamed.
He lightly nudged the motionless Sanji lying on the ground with the tip of his foot.
His voice was full of impatience.
"Come on, come on! Sanji, hurry! I feel like I'm almost there!"
The man being kicked, however, didn't react at all.
Sanji's face was pale as paper.
His lips were cracked.
Dark circles surrounded his sunken eyes.
His face looked like a flower garden ravaged by a storm—bruised and battered.
He lay sprawled on the ground in a starfish shape, his chest rising and falling violently.
Each breath sounded like air rasping through a broken bellows.
"I… can't…"
His voice was weak as a thread.
It took him a long moment just to muster the strength to roll his eyes.
"Really… not… a single drop left…"
His voice carried deep despair and grievance.
This script is wrong!
Originally, he'd intended to take this chance to teach his reckless captain a lesson.
But somehow, during the fight, he ended up like an orange peel that had been completely squeezed dry.
He had pushed everything to the limit—
his kicks,
the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's lightning,
Armament Haki,
Observation Haki…
Yet this idiot captain—
aside from getting slightly charred—
somehow looked more energetic with every hit.
"Sanji—"
Luffy crouched down and poked his stiff shoulder, trying to provoke him.
"How can a man say he can't do it? Get up!"
Sanji finally gathered the last shred of willpower left in his body and forced one eyelid open.
The way he looked at Luffy contained:
terror reserved for monsters,
grief from being completely drained,
and a faint sense of acceptance that this idiot captain was beyond saving.
Then that tiny spark of consciousness faded.
His head tilted to the side.
He muttered something incomprehensible—
and entered complete standby mode.
No matter how Luffy jumped around beside him or tried every provoking phrase he could think of—
Sanji remained like a steel plate welded firmly to the deck.
Even his eyelashes didn't twitch again.
Truly—
not a single drop left.
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