Immortality begins with the ninjas of Konoha

"No problem, Monet. Remember to send the contract over later."

Monet gave the old woman a sweet smile, and Gureva, oblivious to the fact that the young girl had turned the king into a toy, smiled and praised her:

"What a beautiful girl! Just as beautiful as I was when I was young!"

In the distance, Dalton watched Sugar escorting the village representatives down the mountain, then glanced at Luo and White Bear, who were still organizing medicines and supplies, and his emotions surged.

The loyal royal guard finally strode up to Furukawa Osamu and was about to kneel down when he discovered that snow had already covered his left leg.

Sugar, emerging from the snow, smiled, and the girl spoke in her usual sweet, cloying voice:

"Lord Xiu doesn't like those formalities, and HEART just wants to make this country a better place."

"I have no interest in handling any political affairs. From now on, you'll be... um... the Grand Consul? Anyway, the work will be yours."

"I..."

Dalton was somewhat taken aback, but seeing that everyone was looking at him, and thinking of the people who had suffered over the past two years, he finally responded with a choked voice:

Thank you for your trust!

Furukawa Osamu patted Dalton on the shoulder and solemnly promised:

“We will be leaving this country soon, and the HEART subsidies will be delivered. Don’t let the people who trust you down.”

Dalton nodded vigorously. He glanced at the polar bear carrying several life-sized toys and a backpack, but didn't pay much attention. It was HEART's technological product; he had seen it in advertisements.

...

As night fell, the toys, bound by the contract of "absolute loyalty to serve HEART," sat blankly in the cold warehouse.

The reality is too cruel; they have been forgotten by the people of this country, and only they themselves know what really happened.

They may retain consciousness for now, but if this continues, one day they will forget everything and eventually become the "household robots" advertised by HEART...

The warehouse door was pushed open, and the firelight illuminated the dark space. Baby-5 looked at the toys and pouted. The girl called out impatiently:

"Hey, you short, fat, gray guy, come out!"

"I haven't seen the Boss all day in order to keep track of your status. I don't even know what use this tin toy of yours is."

Baby-5 was unaware that she had forgotten about Wapol, who was also part of the experiment. However, the girl was rather oblivious and never realized that something was wrong.

Wapol, now transformed into a short, gray toy, "click-click" walked to the girl's side. The consciousness within the toy screamed wildly, but the body could only open its mouth without making a sound.

This terrifying experience filled Wapol with intense remorse. The stark contrast between being a king and being reduced to a plaything for others nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

In the castle's study, Monet stood behind a chair, massaging Furukawa Osamu's shoulders. She couldn't understand the medical book, but she liked this way of being together.

"Click...click..."

Amidst the treading of the tin toy, Osamu Furukawa looked up and saw Baby-5 bringing toys into the room, and immediately chuckled.

"You've worked so hard today!"

"It's not hard work at all! Boss, I love my job. This toy is so ugly, is there anything special about it?"

Baby-5 stared curiously at the round tin toy. The girl's behavior once again proved the power of the contract: witnessing the transformation would also cause her to lose her memory.

"This secret can only be known to you for now; you are the people I trust most."

"Master Xiu!"

"Boss!!"

Monet and Baby-5 were both moved and squeezed next to Osamu Furukawa.

Baby-5 was just too petite, so she could only hold onto Furukawa Osamu's arm and shake it wildly with tears in her eyes.

A gentle smile reappeared on Furukawa Osamu's face. Monet was constantly being transformed by spiritual energy, and Baby-5's body was always surrounded by domineering energy. They had reached a state of "mutual understanding".

"Monet helped me confirm that the will contained within Paramecia-type Devil Fruits is controllable, which gave me the ability to acquire Devil Fruits."

"The toy is now the seal on the Devil Fruit, and you, who have become a toy, seem to have also transformed your life form."

"This metal-like state is just right to help me obtain that external 'energy' from your body."

"Come here! This is your purpose, my first test subject!"

Wapol saw Furukawa Osamu's scarlet eyes staring at him. His consciousness struggled frantically inside the tin toy, but no matter how much he twisted and turned, the toy's body still obediently moved forward.

Baby-5 blinked, the girl still in a state of emotional turmoil, completely unaware of what Furukawa Osamu was planning.

Monet instinctively held her breath. She had almost forgotten that she had turned a Devil Fruit user into a toy. At this moment, she had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Looking at the tin toy that stood obediently in front of him, Furukawa Osamu bent down and a black light appeared on his right hand as he silently activated his [Gathering] ability.

Wapol Ironhide's body lessened the pain, but when the black, glowing hand covered his body, a soul-tearing sensation made him howl in agony.

"Ah!! No! Stop!"

The toy couldn't make a sound, it just kept trembling. Wapol felt as if something was being torn from his soul, and the extreme pain made him faint on the spot.

"thump..."

Monet and Baby-5 ignored the toys lying on the ground. At this moment, they both stared wide-eyed at the purplish-blue ball of light with Devil Fruit patterns in Furukawa Osamu's right hand.

"what is this?"

The two asked in unison, and after pondering for a while, Furukawa Osamu finally came up with a relatively appropriate answer:

"Devil Fruit essence? Theoretically, it can grant someone Devil Fruit abilities."

"Thanks to Monet's special 'sealing technique'."

Normal human Osamu Furukawa cannot [collect], but in toy form he is no longer a "normal human"; within his metal body, only his soul and unknown energy remain.

"This is our secret!"

Monet and Baby-5 both nodded repeatedly, overjoyed. Neither of them realized what it meant for their bodies to be able to use Furukawa Osamu's power.

As Furukawa Osamu looked at the 'Devil Fruit Essence' in his hand, a golden light flashed in his right eye, and the black vortex silently swallowed the bluish-purple orb covered by the black light.

The time-stopping alternate dimension of Daikokuten can still be opened, but it will consume more Sage Chakra carried by the spirit. Fortunately, Furukawa Osamu has accumulated enough for him to use at will.

"Go back and study it carefully. Get some rest!"

Osamu Furukawa waved to bring the two of them back to their senses. Baby-5 blushed and hurriedly dragged the toys off the floor toward the door.

"Boss, I...I still have work to do..."

Watching the girl flee in panic, Monet covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She stepped forward and embraced Furukawa Osamu, tilting her head back to whisper to herself:

"Lord Xiu, I'm so happy!"

As her clothes silently slipped off, Monet, sharing the secret, felt herself melting into her lover's body once more. Infected by the emotions, the unknown energy of the Devil Fruit within her trembled.

-

The World Economic News reported on the recent changes in the Drum Kingdom. The 12-year-old queen is something that ordinary people sigh about and then move on to. Royal changes are irrelevant to ordinary people.

At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku was munching on senbei in his office, while Garp was devouring a donut, glancing at the newspaper in his hand and muttering something under his breath:

"The...elected...queen!"

"Magnetic Drum...The Kingdom's royal family has become...elected?"

Karp gulped down the donut, the old man stared wide-eyed at it several times, and finally muttered under his breath:

"Isn't this considered manipulating the royal family?"

"The royal bloodline has been severed, and there's nothing wrong with popular elections. Since the people are willing to support it, what reason does the navy have to interfere?"

Sengoku calmly replied that justice sometimes requires compromise. Even if it is against the rules, if the people approve, the navy will tacitly accept this operation.

Lieutenant General Tsuru, sitting opposite the two, had a complicated expression. This time, the three of them were gathered together not to discuss the Queen, and since neither of them spoke, she had to take the initiative to remind them:

"Doflamingo is going to be released, right? The Celestial Dragons vouch for him, and he's a member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea..."

"The Five Elders seem to be making moves as well. What is the Navy's stance?"

Sengoku stopped eating his senbei and remained silent for a while. Noticing that Garp had started eating donuts again with an indifferent attitude, he could only helplessly reply:

"One hundred pirates, that's Doflamingo's promise, which conveniently gave the higher-ups an excuse."

"I don't know why they would get involved in this matter. It concerns the Celestial Dragons, and I haven't received an answer."

"There are giants deliberately targeting us. The New World is still in turmoil, and the Navy needs support there..."

After hearing these excuses, Lieutenant General Tsuru continued to ask with a blank expression:

"What if something goes wrong in Dressrosa?"

"King Riku proposed rejecting the Shichibukai policy at the World Conference two years ago. If something happens to him, how are we going to explain it to the other member states?"

"Being retaliated against for initiating a suggestion?"

The room suddenly fell silent. The Navy could only bow their heads before the Celestial Dragons; even the Fleet Admiral, the highest authority, showed no respect.

The three people who had experienced major events were actually clear about the reasons. This was not the first time that Lieutenant General Tsuru had questioned and wavered, after all, she had worked here her whole life.

Garp crossed his arms and let out a long sigh. The old man didn't answer the question, but instead squinted his eyes and sighed:

"No wonder your domineering aura has declined so much, Xiaohe. All these years have passed, I thought you had long since adapted to the Navy's situation."

"Hahaha! A future admiral might find himself in the same predicament as us. How interesting! We always see different kinds of justice here!"

His friend's sudden burst of laughter completely ruined Sengoku's appetite for snacks. He pushed up his glasses and delivered another piece of bad news:

"Don Quixote Muse Garuda has disappeared in the Sabaody Archipelago, and we have yet to find any trace of him."

"The Celestial Dragons are already very dissatisfied."

"Who cares where those scumbags went!"

Garp casually made a sarcastic remark, which made Sengoku even more annoyed. Perhaps it was because he didn't care that the capable men he sent out to search for him were all slacking off.

The Navy's top brass was extremely dissatisfied with the treatment of Doflamingo. After serving two years in prison, he was suddenly transformed into a legal pirate on the high seas, which was a direct slap in the face.

Lieutenant General Tsuru noticed that the three of them were having trouble talking and couldn't help but close her eyes and sigh again. Returning to headquarters would only bring more trouble, and she missed the time she spent in the North Sea.

"You haven't informed Rosinandi yet, have you? Tell him soon, so that the child doesn't lose faith in justice."

"The Navy definitely didn't handle this matter well..."

Upon hearing Lieutenant General Tsuru mention Rosinante, Sengoku immediately looked worried. He felt like an incompetent father who could do nothing but compromise.

Garp instantly fell asleep. He could be considered an "incompetent father." His son's Revolutionary Army was causing more and more trouble, and his grandson had been led astray, clamoring to become a pirate...

The two old friends remained silent, and Lieutenant General Crane was also speechless. Fortunately, her 16-year-old granddaughter, Peacock, was good at keeping her away from household chores.

"I will inform Rosinante, and I will also have the navy keep a close eye on Dressrosa."

"Snapped!"

The snot bubble burst, and Garp instantly snapped back to reality. The old man chuckled twice and took on the task of relaying the message:

"This kind of thing will damage Father's prestige no matter how you look at it. Let me go and talk to Rosinante!"

Sengoku breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude to his old friend with his eyes. Over the years, he had been able to uphold his sense of justice thanks to Garp.

Vice Admiral Tsuru stood up and looked out the window, vaguely hearing the marines' uniform slogans. New recruits, full of justice, were joining the army, but unfortunately, even fresh blood could not stop the decline of the upper echelons.

...

As dawn broke, in a European-style villa in the Spidamails business district, the ringing of a Den Den Mushi (snail phone) caused a girl to moan softly.

Monet, still a little dazed, climbed off Furukawa Osamu, reached out her snow-white arm to grab the Den Den Mushi from the bedside table, and then whispered softly:

"Master Xiu, there's a phone call..."

Having just returned to the city, Furukawa was preparing to study the Devil Fruit essence he had acquired.

He relaxed a bit these past couple of days and didn't pay much attention to the phone call.

"Fufufufu..."

"Shu, you still have this Den Den Mushi after all. It seems our cooperation is about to begin!"

Furukawa Osamu snapped out of his daze, kneading the softness in his arms as he responded with a soft laugh:

"It took less time than I expected. It seems your identity is still useful."

The Den Den Mushi's eyes had now transformed into Doflamingo's pink sunglasses, and another burst of laughter followed. Doflamingo said smugly:

"I just wanted to say hello today!"

"By the way, keep an eye on the newspapers these days, and you'll see news about me soon."