The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

"Hooray!"

"Princess Medusa is so adorable!"

"Prince Thor, you're incredible!"

"Amazing! He's just like a second El-sama!"

"Unbelievable! The princes and princesses' performance is astounding!"

"They're only four or five years old, yet they're already as strong as monsters!"

"It's unimaginable how powerful they'll become when they grow up!"

"So this is the true strength of the Lunarian race?"

"No wonder they're called the mythical, godly clan!"

"They truly live up to being El-sama's children!"

In less than two hours, the one-sided battle came to an end.

Having witnessed the overwhelming dominance of Thor, Sif, Dal, and the other royal children, not only were the Homie soldiers and Totto Land troops left stunned, but even the proud officers couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines. Their reverence grew stronger, accompanied by an almost fanatical admiration.

There was no doubt that Totto Land had a secure future. These heirs would lead the kingdom to even greater heights—perhaps even to the ultimate triumph of overthrowing the World Government and ruling the seas.

"What terrifying potential…" murmured Shimotsuki Kouzaburou, the swordsman, as he wiped blood from his blade, Shusui. He marveled at the young royals. Though slightly battered, the children remained largely unharmed. "The Lunarian clan truly inspires awe."

Sheathing Enma and Ame no Habakiri, Shimotsuki Ushimaru—who had taken some injuries during the fierce combat—chuckled bitterly as he sat down. "They're only four or five years old, yet they're already this formidable," he said. "It's hard to imagine who could challenge them once they mature. Even the World Government might tremble before them."

"Willie, you were too careless just now!" The Shapeshifting Witch Sally scolded her son sternly. "Even though you're a Lunarian and can shrug off certain injuries, your strength hasn't reached El-sama's level yet. You can't afford to let your guard down on the battlefield. Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry, Mom…" Willie hung his head, standing obediently as he took the reprimand.

Earlier, his younger brother Dal had saved him by using his Transfer-Transfer Fruit to teleport a samurai into Willie's path, intercepting a strike intended for him. Otherwise, Willie might have been hurt.

"Still, overall, you did very well," Sally's tone softened. Her smile returned as she cupped Willie's face. "Mommy saw how hard you worked—you were amazing. Just learn from this, okay?"

"I will, Mom. I'll remember!" Beaming at the praise, Willie nodded eagerly.

Meanwhile, Dal, the third child, wasn't as lucky. His mother, Lillian, was livid. She tugged on his ear, scolding him angrily, "You little rascal! Is this how you protect your siblings? You actually transferred Thor and Sif into harm's way to block attacks for you? How could you do such a thing!"

"Mom, it hurts! Let go…" Dal protested, squirming. "That was strategy! Dad said not to fight recklessly—to use your brain. Besides, they can't get hurt anyway!"

Lillian glared at him, still fuming. "That doesn't mean it's okay! What if they did get hurt? That little rascal may be clever, but he can't be given too much freedom. Otherwise, he might do something unimaginable someday."

"I know Thor and Sif have bodies impervious to weapons," Dal argued confidently, clearly unrepentant. "Even Mom Linlin said that not even giants could harm them."

"Alright, Lillian, Dal's just a kid. Don't be too hard on him…" Gerd approached with a smile, having harvested a vast number of souls. "I watched his entire battle. Compared to that reckless Thor, this little one is much more clever!"

Among the Kukulkan children, Dal—who had inherited the Three-Eyed Tribe's bloodline and possessed natural future-sight Observation Haki—was undoubtedly the smartest and most precocious.

While not the strongest physically, his agile mind and incredible reflexes stood out. At just five years old, Dal had mastered his Transfer-Transfer Fruit ability to an astonishing degree, executing it with ease. Even Gerd found his performance unbelievable, remarking that he didn't seem like a child at all.

In terms of battle prowess, Thor, Sif, Frey, and the others relied on their nearly invincible bodies or overwhelmingly powerful Devil Fruit abilities to dominate.

Dal, however, truly grasped the essence of combat, employing cunning tactics to toy with his enemies. His brilliant execution earned him admiration. If anyone else had the Transfer-Transfer Fruit, they wouldn't wield it with such ease or precision.

Even among siblings who shared future-sight Observation Haki, none matched Dal's adaptability, due in part to their younger ages and slower reflexes.

"MAMAMAMA! Dal did perform exceptionally well!" Linlin laughed as she joined the conversation. While most of the children performed competently, Dal's abilities and ingenuity truly stood out, even compared to seasoned fighters.

"Don't praise him too much, or he'll grow overly proud," Lillian interjected. Despite her pride, she couldn't ignore Dal's smug expression and lightly knocked him on the head. "Don't let it go to your head, understand? You did well, keep it up…"

El approached with a smile, picking up Dal and ruffling his hair. "When you grow up, I'll personally forge a Supreme Grade Sword just for you!" As El gazed at his third child, a mix of Lunarian, Three-Eyed, and Giant blood, he saw immense potential.

Though Dal hadn't inherited an indestructible body like Thor or Sif, his talent, intellect, and sharpness were unmatched among his siblings. Physically, he was still monstrous by normal standards, and El was confident that with enough effort, Dal could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his more physically gifted siblings.

El couldn't help but anticipate Dal's future, believing he might even claim the title of the world's greatest swordsman someday.

"Sif, Thor, Willie, Eden, Frey… this applies to all of you!" After setting Dal down, El turned to his other children with a smile. "As long as you train hard, whatever weapon you desire, I'll forge it for you myself! Of course, Medusa, your ability works best with hand-to-hand combat, so you won't need one."

"Really?"

"That's amazing!"

"Dad, you're the best!"