Isaac Newton in One Piece

Kieran stirred awake on the ship's deck, his breathing shallow but steady. Isaac and Nolan leaned over him, relief washing over their faces as his eyes fluttered open.

"Finally," Isaac muttered, crossing his arms. "You've been out for hours. You feeling okay?"

Kieran groaned, rubbing his forehead. "What… happened?" His voice was hoarse, and he looked around in confusion.

"You tell us," Isaac said, his tone sharper than usual. "One minute, you're getting supplies, and then you go blasting half the village into oblivion. Care to explain?"

Kieran blinked at him, his confusion deepening. "What are you talking about? I don't… I don't remember anything like that."

"You don't remember the extra arms? The glowing eye? The massive beam that destroyed everything?" Nolan pressed, leaning closer.

Kieran sat up slowly, wincing. "I… no. I remember fighting those two bounty hunters. I remember the sword—it felt like it was moving on its own. And then…" He paused, trying to recall. "Everything went black."

Isaac raised an eyebrow. "So you blacked out and somehow turned into a walking weapon of mass destruction?"

"I guess so," Kieran muttered, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at the strange curved sword, Chandrahas, lying nearby. "It's the sword. I think it's connected to this somehow."

Nolan frowned. "And the fruit? Do you feel any different?"

Kieran's eyes widened. "I what?"

Isaac nodded. "You sleepwalked and ate the fruit, remember?"

Kieran hesitated, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I… I do feel different," he admitted. "It's hard to describe. It's like there's something inside me—something powerful, but chaotic. It's… loud, almost. Like it's pulling me in a dozen directions at once."

"That sounds like the fruit," Nolan said thoughtfully. "But we have no idea what kind it is. All we know is it's not documented anywhere we've seen."

Kieran opened his eyes again, looking at them seriously. "Whatever it is, I need to figure it out. I can't lose control like that again. I could've killed you guys."

Isaac smirked faintly. "You've got that right. Half the village is gone because of that beam. If you're going to stay on this crew, you'll need to get that power under control—and fast."

Kieran nodded, determination flickering in his yellow eyes. "I'll figure it out. I promise."

"Good," Isaac said, standing up and brushing himself off. "Because the world isn't going to wait for you to catch up."

Nolan patted Kieran on the shoulder. "We'll help you, Kieran. We're in this together, after all."

Kieran gave a small smile. "Thanks, guys. I'll do my best to keep this… whatever it is… under control."

On the deck, Isaac, Nolan, and Kieran stood in a loose triangle, Kieran looking both determined and nervous.

"So," Isaac said, tapping his chin, "we need to figure out what kind of fruit you ate. My first guess was paramecia, but you've been normal ever since that… episode back in Whiskey Peak."

Nolan adjusted his glasses and nodded. "Right. If it's paramecia, you should have some kind of ability unique to your body or surroundings. Let's start there. Try focusing on doing something—anything—out of the ordinary."

Kieran frowned, holding Chandrahas loosely in one hand. "Like what? Am I supposed to just… will something to happen?"

Isaac shrugged. "Pretty much. Close your eyes, focus, and see if anything changes. I don't know, shoot webs from your wrists, summon fire, levitate—whatever comes naturally."

Kieran gave him a deadpan look. "Yeah, thanks. Super helpful."

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and concentrated. A minute passed in silence as Isaac and Nolan exchanged uncertain glances. Kieran exhaled, his shoulders sagging.

"Nothing," he said, frustration creeping into his voice.

"Alright," Nolan said, scratching his head. "Maybe it's not paramecia. What if it's zoan?"

Isaac snapped his fingers. "That makes sense. A fruit that transforms your body into some kind of animal—or in this case, whatever the hell gave you the extra arms and the eye. Try activating the human-beast form."

"How do I do that?" Kieran asked.

"Same way as before," Nolan said. "Focus on transforming. Picture yourself halfway between human and whatever you're supposed to become."

Kieran hesitated, then nodded. He closed his eyes again, his hands clenched into fists. A moment passed, and then a faint shimmer of energy rippled around him. His breathing quickened, and Isaac and Nolan stepped back instinctively.

Suddenly, Kieran's body shifted. His shoulders broadened, and two new arms sprouted from his sides, each muscular and identical to his original arms. His forehead glowed faintly, and a strange, closed eye appeared above his regular ones, surrounded by faint black markings.

When Kieran opened his eyes, he froze, noticing his reflection in the polished blade of Chandrahas. "What the hell?"

"That's… definitely a zoan," Isaac said, eyeing him up and down. "You've got four arms and a freaky eye now. Congratulations, you're officially weird."

Nolan studied Kieran's form with a mix of curiosity and amazement. "The markings on your forehead… and that eye. There's something about this transformation that feels ancient, almost… divine."

Kieran flexed his new arms experimentally, his expression unreadable. "It doesn't feel bad. A little strange, but not painful." He touched the closed eye on his forehead, frowning. "Why is it shut?"

"Beats me," Isaac said. "Maybe it only opens when you're using a specific ability. We'll figure that out later. For now, let's see what else you can do in this form."

"Right," Kieran said, determination flashing in his yellow eyes. He shifted his stance, testing the newfound strength and balance of his four arms.

Nolan scribbled notes in his journal. "If this is the human-beast form, then the full beast form might be even more powerful. But we should work on controlling this first. You don't want to accidentally destroy another village."

Kieran nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Let's take it slow this time."

Isaac clapped him on the back, his grin wide. "Now you're talking. Welcome to the Grand Line, where even your body's a weapon!"

The three of them laughed, the tension easing as they began testing the limits of Kieran's mysterious new powers.

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…

The ship drifted steadily, the gentle creak of the wood and the sound of the waves creating a tranquil backdrop as Nolan stood on the deck, deep in thought. He replayed the fight at Whiskey Peak in his mind—the way he'd somehow known where the bounty hunters' attacks were coming from before they even struck on Kieran.

He clenched his fists, frustrated by the mystery of it all. "I need to figure this out," he muttered under his breath.

Mira, sitting nearby with her feet propped up on a barrel, tilted her head at him. "What're you mumbling about now, doc?"

Nolan glanced at her and then at the small pile of objects she'd been fiddling with—coins, bottle caps, and a few rocks. He straightened up. "I need your help with something."

Mira raised an eyebrow. "This should be good. What do you need?"

"I want you to throw those at me," Nolan said, gesturing to the objects.

Mira smirked, picking up a coin. "And why would I do that?"

"I think… I think I can dodge them," Nolan said hesitantly. "Back at Whiskey Peak, during the fight, I was able to avoid some of their attacks without even thinking. It was like… I just knew where they were coming from. I want to see if I can do it again."

Kieran, who had been doing four armed pushups nearby, looked up with mild interest. "Sounds risky, but I'll watch."

Mira shrugged, standing up and tossing the coin in her hand. "Alright, but don't blame me if you end up with a bruise or two."

Nolan took a deep breath and positioned himself in the middle of the deck, his knees bent and his arms loose at his sides. He tried to calm his thoughts, focusing on the feeling he'd had during the fight.

"Ready?" Mira called out.

"Ready," Nolan replied, though his voice wavered slightly.

With a flick of her wrist, Mira hurled the coin at him. Nolan stepped to the side instinctively, the coin whizzing past him and hitting the mast.

"Huh," Mira said, her smirk widening. "Lucky shot. Let's try again."

She grabbed a bottle cap and threw it harder this time. Nolan ducked, the cap flying over his head. His movements were smooth, almost automatic, and he felt a faint sense of satisfaction as he straightened up.

Kieran crossed his arms, watching intently. "Not bad. You're either lucky or onto something."

As Mira picked up the pace, throwing objects one after another, Nolan found himself dodging more easily. He wasn't sure how he was doing it, but something in his gut seemed to guide him.

"You're actually getting good at this," Mira said, grabbing a rock and tossing it with a bit more force.

Nolan sidestepped the rock, his confidence growing. "I think I'm starting to get the hang of it."

Mira chuckled. "Let's see how you handle this." She grabbed two coins and threw them simultaneously.

For a moment, Nolan hesitated, overwhelmed by the incoming projectiles. But then, something clicked. He twisted his body, dodging one coin and catching the other mid-air.

The coin gleamed in his hand as he stared at it in disbelief. "I… caught it?"

Kieran let out a low whistle. "Impressive. You might actually have some talent, Nolan."

Mira grinned, tossing the last object—a loose screw—into the air and catching it. "Alright, I'll admit, that was pretty cool."

Just then, Isaac emerged from below deck, his steps still a bit sluggish from his recent exertion. He looked at the group and raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"

"Nolan's been dodging everything I throw at him," Mira said, tossing the screw lazily. "Apparently, he's a natural at not getting hit."

Isaac tilted his head, intrigued. "Really? How'd you manage that, Nolan?"

Nolan hesitated, glancing at the coin in his hand. "I'm not sure. It's like… I can feel where things are going to be, just before they get there. I don't know how to explain it."

Isaac rubbed his chin, thoughtful. "Sounds useful. Whatever it is, you should keep practicing. If you can figure it out, it might save your life someday."

Nolan nodded, his resolve strengthening. "Yeah. I will."

…

…

The deck of the ship was lively as Mira stood at one end with a mischievous grin, her arms loaded with various objects she had gathered: bottle caps, rocks, coins, and a few random tools. At the other end, Isaac, Kieran, and Nolan stood side by side, each of them blindfolded.

"This is a terrible idea," Kieran muttered, adjusting his blindfold. "I just want to put that on record."

"You agreed to this, so no backing out now," Mira teased, tossing a coin in the air and catching it. "Besides, if Nolan can do it, maybe you two can too. Or maybe not, and I get to pelt you with stuff for fun."

"Great," Isaac said dryly. "Can't wait."

"Don't complain," Nolan added. "This could be useful if you figure it out."

Kieran sighed. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

Mira stepped back, eyeing her targets. "Alright, you three. The goal is simple: try to dodge. If you get hit… well, maybe you're just not special."

Before anyone could protest, Mira launched her first throw—a bottle cap aimed squarely at Isaac's shoulder.

Isaac flinched but managed to twist out of the way just in time. "Whoa, okay. This is harder than I thought."

Next, she hurled a coin at Kieran, who instinctively raised his arm to block it. The coin bounced harmlessly off his forearm. "Does that count as dodging?"

"Not really," Mira said with a chuckle, tossing a rock at Nolan.

Nolan sidestepped easily, the rock sailing past him. "It's all about focusing on the feeling," he said. "Like, don't think too hard about it. Just trust your instincts."

"Yeah, easier said than done," Kieran grumbled.

Mira ramped up the pace, throwing multiple objects at once. Isaac managed to dodge a few but got clipped on the arm by a coin. Kieran avoided a bottle cap but stumbled as a small wrench hit his shin.

"Come on, you two," Nolan said, ducking effortlessly under a rock. "You're overthinking it!"

Isaac gritted his teeth, trying to clear his mind. He focused, listening to the air around him.

When the next object came—a coin—he leaned to the side, narrowly avoiding it.

"Hey, I think I'm getting it," Isaac said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Kieran growled in frustration, his competitive nature kicking in. He forced himself to focus, tuning out the noise of the ship and his own thoughts. When the next object—a small rock—came flying at him, he ducked just in time.

"I did it!" Kieran said, grinning under his blindfold.

"See? You just have to trust yourselves," Nolan said.

Mira, however, wasn't about to let them off easy. She grabbed a handful of coins and threw them in rapid succession, aiming at all three of them.

Isaac dodged two but got clipped by the third. Kieran managed to block one with his arm while sidestepping another, but one hit his shin again, making him wince. Nolan, on the other hand, ducked and twisted gracefully, avoiding every single coin.

"Show-off," Kieran muttered.

"Alright, not bad," Mira said, lowering her stash of objects. "I'll admit, you're all improving. But Nolan's definitely got the edge here."

Isaac pulled off his blindfold, his brow furrowed in thought. "This is definitely useful. If we can refine it, we could use it in a fight."

"Agreed," Nolan said. "But we've got a long way to go."

Kieran stretched, rubbing his shin. "Next time, let's practice without me being used as target practice."

Mira smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"

As the group laughed and teased each other, they couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie growing stronger.