Fourth - Gear

Because he’d already broken the only thing that mattered: his own limits.

His arm didn’t just expand. It compressed . Muscles coiled into a dense, spring-loaded mass. The haki didn't just cover him—it became his skin, a second, unbreakable exoskeleton. Steam hissed from his pores. He felt the urge to bounce, to roar, to bounce and roar. gear fourth

And yet.

“Gear Fourth,” he whispered to the wind. “Is me at my limit. And I’m not done pushing yet.” Because he’d already broken the only thing that

He jumped to the figurehead, placed one sandal on the lion’s mane, and screamed into the coming storm: gear fourth

“Luffy?” Nami poked her head in. “You’ve been in here for an hour. We’re about to hit a storm. Are you… are you okay?”