One Piece: sign-in to Ryujin Jakka

Stella launched toward Chaton with slicing gales of sword slashes. Yet, Chaton didn't even flinch.

"Iron Body (Tekkai)!"

A metallic sheen instantly rippled across his flesh.

CLANG!!!

Stella's razor-sharp limbs struck Chaton's body with full force—but aside from the resounding metallic clash that echoed across the training field, there wasn't even a scratch on him.

"Nice strength, but... too bad you met me."

As his words fell, Chaton's biceps bulged, veins throbbing with power.

Seeing this, Stella didn't retreat. Instead, she swiftly lifted her right leg and slashed with the blade at her foot, aiming directly at Chaton's most vulnerable spot.

To Stella, there were only offenses and weak points.

Sure enough, Chaton frowned and didn't retaliate right away. Instead, he used Paper Art (Kami-e), his body fluttering back like a sheet of paper, narrowly evading the lethal strike.

Her attack was vicious—but undeniably effective.

"Is that maid really this strong?!"

"She actually forced Chaton back!"

"This is insane!"

"That guy's an Admiral candidate—how is he losing ground to a maid?!"

The murmurs of the crowd didn't faze Stella at all.

With Chaton in retreat, she wasted no time and shot forth like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Her arms, blade-like and fierce, radiated a thick, bloody aura.

Just like Sengoku's shockwaves, this was one of the Rakshasa Form's unique techniques.

Bathed in scarlet light, her arms shimmered with bloodlust beneath the sunlight. She was like a Rakshasa crawling out of a sea of hellish blood.

Raising her twin blades in an X-formation, she slashed down upon Chaton. The dense aura of blood churned violently, sending shivers down spines.

Watching this, Chaton's frown deepened.

"What is with this lunatic?! What kind of fighting style is this?!"

He paused. A murderous gleam flashed in his eyes.

"But you've really pissed me off now…"

In the next instant, Chaton's aura exploded.

His body rapidly expanded. Two massive tusks erupted from his mouth—each two meters long, thick, and grotesque.

"He's transforming! Chaton's Devil Fruit power!"

"It's finally happening!"

"That form looks terrifying!"

For many Marines, this was their first time witnessing Chaton's ability—and they were left stunned.

From the crowd, Momousagi (Gion) appeared quietly beside Roman, her voice calm:

"Chaton's Devil Fruit is the Zoan-type: Pig-Pig Fruit, Ancient Model: Giant-Tusked Venom-Quill Boar. His vitality and defense are monstrous. Just getting close to him is dangerous. Your little maid... may be in trouble."

Roman smiled gently, radiating calm.

Several female Marines who had been watching Roman were already dazed, including Tashigi.

Tashigi looked like a fangirl staring at Roman in awe. But when she saw Gion standing beside him, a thought struck her like lightning:

Did Gion already join Roman's camp?!

That fast?! No way—she had to act before she was completely outpaced!

Gion, unaware of Tashigi's inner turmoil, looked at Roman and asked,

"You're not worried about your little maid getting hurt?"

Roman replied gently,

"Injured? That won't happen. I'll save her before she ever gets hurt."

With peak Observation Haki, Roman had already foreseen the worst-case scenario, and he was ready.

Gion, hearing Roman's composed response, began to believe there might be more behind his confidence.

Low-profile. Humble. Protective of his subordinates. Strong. Strategic. Ambitious.

At that moment, Gion quietly made up her mind.

Back on the training field…

Stella stared expressionlessly at the now-transformed Chaton, who had become a venom-quilled, giant-tusked boar.

His back bristled with sharp spines dripping purple-black poison. His tusks pulsed with horrifying penetrating power.

If it were anyone else, they might've fled at the sight.

But not Stella.

Because she represented Roman's honor. Even if she lost, she'd lose beautifully.

Taking a deep breath, the mysterious markings on her body flared with renewed blood lust aura. The aura intensified—until it conjured three heads and six arms.

Each of her six arms became a deadly blade, wrapped in crimson killing intent.

Then… a storm erupted.

Stella's figure vanished from sight.

Suddenly!

A silhouette appeared above Chaton.

She'd blended into the wind, spinning mid-air like a violent whirlwind.

"Bloodsong: Rakshasa!" 

Slicing waves of blood-red sword aura exploded from her spinning body—at least three times stronger than before.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred crimson strikes tore through the air in perfect arcs, crashing down mercilessly upon Chaton.

In his transformed state, Chaton coated his massive tusks in Armament Haki, then stomped down with explosive force, shattering the ground. The recoil sent his boar-like form surging into the sky like a meat-covered missile.

The storm of blood and death—those brutal, violent slashes—came crashing down like a tidal wave.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The impact roared across the training field.

But Chaton had taken every single blow. He looked completely unfazed—and roared as he charged upward at Stella, like an unstoppable beast.

"That defense is insane!"

"One hit like that could kill someone instantly!"

"So this is Admiral-candidate level…"

"That maid… she's done for."

In the air, there was nowhere to run, and Chaton was going in for a lethal strike.

Yes—Chaton was now trying to kill. His murderous intent, though faint, was clearly sensed by Roman below.

With peak Observation Haki, he had already foreseen it:

If he didn't act now, Stella would die beneath Chaton's tusks…