Sora chuckled at the trio's antics.
He turned, pulling the remaining white Devil Fruit from Indigo's box.
At his move, Alo, Ahua, and Ata froze, eyes locked on Sora, curious.
Ahua's gaze flickered with longing. After Alo's transformation, he was the most eager onboard.
He and Alo used to compete for "laziest"; now Alo had soared, and Ahua craved strength.
Otherwise, Alo would mock him daily.
Sora's eyes flicked between Ahua and Ata.
He sensed Ahua's tension, while Ata seemed indifferent.
Lowering his gaze to the white fruit, hesitation flashed in his eyes.
This fruit might be useless. Unlike the Ant Fruit, which brimmed with potential, the Rabbit Fruit's strengths were unclear.
Red-eyed, berserk rabbit? What a Pure guesswork.
If it granted no special powers, eating it might be worse than nothing.
At least without it, they'd face no sea-water weakness. Gaining little power for a fatal flaw wasn't worth it.
Seeing Ahua's yearning, Sora decided to let him choose.
He didn't offer it to Ata, who was already the trio's strongest, most patient, and most powerful.
"Ahua, eat this fruit or not—it's your call," Sora said, voice serious. "It might be worthless, or, as I suspect, it could be mighty. Your choice?"
Meeting Sora's grave eyes and Alo's taunting glance, Ahua didn't waver long.
"I'll eat it," he declared firmly.
To common folk, a Devil Fruit was an untouchable treasure.
For him, it was within reach.
No hesitation needed. Even a weak fruit—could it be worse than his current state?
"Alright."
Locking onto Ahua's resolute gaze, Sora tossed him the Rabbit Fruit.
"Since you've decided, eat it quick!"
Everyone watched Ahua, expectant.
Alo, especially, grinned, recalling the Devil Fruit's unforgettable taste.
Just thinking of it made him queasy.
Ahua eyed the white fruit, recalling Alo's misery, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
Then, his glasses gleamed, a fierce aura radiating.
He glared at the fruit like an enemy.
With a ferocious chomp, he swallowed it whole.
His throat strained, eyes nearly rolling back, before he forced it down.
The crew gaped at Ahua's wild move.
Alo stared, regret washing over him, tears welling inside.
Why hadn't he just swallowed it whole?
Recalling his slow, poop-like nibbles, he shuddered.
Sora gawked, stunned.
Wasn't this Luffy's Devil Fruit-eating style?
Impressive!
Only Ahua's chubby frame could handle such a gulp.
The moment Ahua swallowed, he morphed into a plump white rabbit.
He stood, blood-red eyes glaring, radiating chaotic, berserk energy.
Trembling, he seemed to fight for control.
Sora, reading Ahua's state, signaled the crew to back off.
Ahua was losing it—his aura screamed violent chaos, ten times stronger than before.
Sora's guess had hit the mark again. Lucky goddess indeed.
He grinned at the rabbit.
This fruit was clearly powerful. Why was it labeled trash?
Wrong guidebook? Were rabbits breed-specific?
Alo's ant wasn't ordinary either.
Sora mentally gave Shiki a thumbs-up.
What a mentor!
Shiki taught him swordsmanship and Haki, gifted a skilled doctor, solved their navigator issue, and now, even the "useless" Rabbit Fruit was a Zoan gem.
As Ahua's berserk aura faded, signaling control, the crew rushed over, curious for his explanation.
Ahua, basking in their eager stares, shifted back to human form with a smug air.
But his human form was… eye-searing.
The stocky man now sported rabbit ears.
Worse, his plump rear sprouted a fluffy rabbit tail.
On a cute girl, it'd be charming.
On a burly man? That would be pure chaos.
Sensing the crew's odd looks, Ahua frowned, puzzled.
He glanced down, spotting the tail, and froze.
His face flushed crimson, and like a rabbit, he bolted to the kitchen.
Bang! The door slammed shut.
At Ahua's frantic escape, the crew roared with laughter.
Alo laughed hardest, collapsing, his four arms pounding the deck, gasping.
Sora stifled a chuckle. "Alright, enough! It's just a tail—what's so funny?"
He barely finished before doubling over, clutching his stomach, laughing.
Behind the cabin door, Ahua's face burned redder, as if bleeding.
He took a deep breath.
Turning to the kitchen, he spotted the fridge, an idea sparking.
Brushing off embarrassment, he darted to it.
Flinging it open, he rummaged.
Soon, he pulled out a bag of carrots.
He stared at them, lost in thought, then moved to the stove, donning his chef's hat and apron, cooking swiftly.
Hearing kitchen clatter, the crew thought Ahua was stress-eating.
As they stopped laughing, ready to knock, the door swung open.
Ahua emerged, plate in hand, his shame gone, replaced by confidence.
He strode to Sora, thrusting the plate forward, thrilled. "Sora, try my new dish!"
The crew stared, baffled.
Had shame driven him mad? Rabbit mode, now carrot cuisine?
Sora, noting Ahua's fervor—a treasure-found excitement—sobered.
He studied the carrots on the plate, picking one up.
Looked ordinary.
Without overthinking, he bit into it.
"Hm!"
One bite, and shock swept his face—his second jaw-drop today.
He stared at the carrot, then at Ahua, eyes gleaming as if beholding a gem. "This is the Devil Fruit's power?"
"Yes, yes!" Ahua nodded eagerly.
Sensing something big, the others grabbed carrots from the plate, munching.
"Wow!"
"No way!"
Ata and Alo, faces flushed, gawked at Ahua.
With this, they could all become strong.
Indigo was floored, his emotions a rollercoaster today.
He eyed the carrot, silently mourning Shiki again.
Even Kuina, biting a carrot, showed rare shock.
These weren't carrots—they were potions, food to strength.
They rapidly restored stamina.
With these, they could train endlessly in Sora's spatial domain.
(End of Chapter)