He never expected this.
For a second, Kael forgot to blink.
The gold card hovered on the screen—quiet, almost ordinary at first glance—yet impossible to ignore. Like it carried weight that shouldn't exist in something as simple as an image.
The man on the card wore a black t-shirt, so tight on his muscular body it looked like a size too small.
Gray pants. A black belt. Plain black shoes.
Black hair. Pale skin.
A wild look in his eyes. Not excitement. Not rage. Just something sharp—predatory—like he was already measuring distance and timing.
A smile tugged at his scarred lip, as if he were mocking the world… and daring it to answer back.
Compared to the other gold cards, this man looked... normal.
No armor. No cloak. No dramatic costume.
Just a man who looked like he'd already survived things that should've killed him.
But just standing there, he gave off a terrifying pressure. It wasn't magic. It wasn't spirit pressure.
It was the warning you feel right before something fast decides to move.
Kael knew who he was instantly.
'The Vow-Bound Tyrant,' Toji Fushiguro.
From Jujutsu Kaisen.
His original name was Toji Zenin. He was born into one of the three great sorcerer families, but he was cast out because he had no Cursed Energy.
In that world, "no Cursed Energy" wasn't just weakness.
It was an excuse people used to treat you like you weren't human.
He had a Cursed Restraint—a binding vow.
He was born with zero Cursed Energy. In exchange, he was given a perfect body with superhuman strength and senses.
Not potential that needed years of training.
A finished body—built to win from day one.
His senses were so sharp, he could see Curses without Cursed Energy. It was even better than Observation Haki, which you had to focus to use. This was passive.
Always on. Always reading the room.
The kind of awareness that turned ambushes into mistakes.
If Yoriichi was the "ceiling" for sword skills, Toji was the "ceiling" for physical stats.
He appeared twice in Jujutsu Kaisen. The first time, he almost killed the "ceiling" of all sorcerers, Gojo Satoru.
Not with cursed energy.
With patience, timing, and a body that refused to be normal.
The second time was the Shibuya Incident. Even with less than one-tenth of his peak power, he easily beat the Special Grade Curse, Dagon.
That was the terrifying part.
Even diluted, he still moved like a weapon.
He only died when he recognized his son, Megumi, and killed himself to keep from hurting him.
A man who could kill anyone…
and still chose to stop himself.
"This is great! She really is my lucky goddess!"
Kael jumped up, excited. He wasn't disappointed at all.
He had to try them.
"Full-Body Take Over: Ace!"
Kael took over Ace first. He had always been a favorite.
The words left his mouth, and his body answered immediately.
Freckles appeared on his face, and the orange hat appeared on his head. The Whitebeard tattoo appeared on his back.
Ace's memories hit him all at once.
Not like a story.
Like someone poured a whole life into his skull.
Given to Dadan by Garp. Meeting Sabo. Becoming brothers with Luffy.
Heat. Dust. Blood on knuckles.
Laughter that felt too bright for kids who had nothing.
Setting out at seventeen, starting the Spade Pirates. Beating a Warlord. Refusing to become one.
Salt wind. A cheap ship. A name that spread faster than he expected.
And pride—sharp enough to cut his own future.
Meeting Yamato in Wano. Challenging Whitebeard. Losing, and joining his crew. He became the 2nd Division Commander.
The weight of Whitebeard's gaze.
The moment loss stopped being shame and became direction.
He was furious when his subordinate, Blackbeard, killed the 4th Division Commander, Thatch. He hunted Teach down.
That anger wasn't heroic.
It was personal—the kind that makes you walk into a trap with your eyes open.
He lost the fight and was set for public execution.
This led to Whitebeard starting the Marineford War.
An ocean of ships. A world holding its breath.
A man going to war for the son he chose.
In the end, Ace died protecting his little brother, taking a magma fist from Akainu through the chest.
Kael sighed. Ace was a sad story.
It wasn't the fire that hurt.
It was everything that came right before it went out.
As for being a "pirate," that was just what the World Government called people who defied them. The One Piece world was simple: everyone was a pirate, and the World Government was the biggest pirate of all.
Kael held out his hand, palm up, like he was testing the air.
Fwoosh!
His entire arm burst into high-temperature flames. If he wanted, he could use a giant Fire Fist right now.
Heat rolled off him in waves, and the air shimmered in front of his fingers.
But it was the middle of the night. He held back.
Fwoosh!
His body turned to fire. He flew out the window and turned back into his human form.
"So this is what it feels like to be a Logia user?"
There was no chant. No casting.
Just a body that didn't have to obey normal rules anymore.
He was so excited. He ran around the yard, playing with the fire.
Small flames at first—controlled, curious.
Then bigger ones, like he couldn't help testing where the limit was. Sparks danced, then vanished the instant he willed them away. He kept it contained, kept it clean—like he was afraid of waking the whole neighborhood.
When he was a kid, he had dreamed of eating a Devil Fruit.
And now, he had.
Not on his tongue.
In his bones.
Ace was a purple card, but in some ways, he was just as good as a gold. He wouldn't be recycling this one.
After a while, he calmed down and changed back. The heat faded and the night air rushed in. His heartbeat stayed fast anyway.
"Nice, nice."
He was very happy with the Ace card. The power use was lower than the gold cards, so he could use it more often.
Now, for the main event.
"Full-Body Take Over: Toji Fushiguro!"
He felt his magic power drain, but at the same time, his physical body became incredibly strong.
The drain hit immediately, like someone opened a valve in his chest—
and at the same time, his body answered with something heavier than magic.
His balance shifted. His center of gravity dropped.
Even breathing felt different—deeper, quieter, controlled.
His clothes changed. His face changed, becoming a mix of his and Toji's. This was why Erza hadn't recognized him as Yoriichi.
Toji's memories flowed in. They were dark. Most of them were of him killing sorcerers—efficient, without hesitation.
Work. Contracts. Targets.
Cold decisions made fast.
He was a killing machine. It was scary just to watch.
The memories ended with him killing himself in front of his son, Megumi.
Kael clenched his fists.
The knuckles felt denser.
Like they were made for impact.
"So strong... This is Toji's body."
The pure physical power gave him a new kind of confidence. It was different from Ulquiorra's spirit pressure or Yoriichi's perfect skill.
This was raw, physical strength.
He felt a raw, primal strength. He didn't just feel faster; he felt like the air itself was too slow to catch him.
He felt like he had endless power. He stretched.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
His bones popped.
Then the ache hit.
Not exhaustion—damage.
His muscles felt too tight for his frame, like someone had packed a bigger engine into a smaller body. Every tendon complained the moment he shifted his weight.
If he moved at full speed right now, he'd tear something. He could feel it—an ugly, quiet certainty.
So this was the price.
Power without a body trained to hold it.
"Let's try this... carefully."