[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-71":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","From Thunder Breathing to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1676205,2141,"Chapter 71 71: Sengoku's Long-Lost Nephew","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-71",71,"\u003Cp>After finishing that little backroom power deal in his office, Sengoku finally motioned for one of his aides to bring over a data form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed it to Tachibana Kyūjō—his \"newest recruit\"—to begin the process of official registration into the Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Kyūjō had filled it out, Sengoku took the form back and casually glanced over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then… his brow twitched sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Name: Tachibana Kyūjō\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Date of Birth: Year 1488 – Sea Calendar\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait… 1488? It's already 1503 now...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold up—does that mean this kid is… fifteen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squinted suspiciously at the calm young man standing across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sure this isn't a mistake? If you were born in 1488, that makes you fifteen. Not even sixteen yet!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō just shrugged casually. \"No mistake. I was born in 1488. I'm fifteen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was light, matter-of-fact. No secrets, no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nothing to hide. This was simply the truth of his natural talent. Give him a few more years, and he wouldn't fear anyone short of the mysterious Imu-sama himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sengoku couldn't accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fifteen-year-old… standing over two and a half meters tall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, this was the world of pirates and sea monsters—physical anomalies weren't rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a fifteen-year-old Greatsword user? Someone who already mastered both advanced Kenbunshoku and Busoshoku Haki?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't just rare—it sounded like someone was pulling a prank on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the reports from East Blue: \"Skilled swordsman,\" \"high-level Haki user\"...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, this? This was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single trainee in the current Marine Academy was under seventeen. And now he had a fifteen-year-old who supposedly had the strength of a Rear Admiral?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he's already this strong at fifteen… what's he going to be like at twenty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if Kyūjō had eaten a crazy-powerful Devil Fruit, Sengoku might've understood. But the boy was a pure swordsman. No fruit. No gimmicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just raw power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku fell silent, caught in thought. He tried to recall when he himself had reached his peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sixty-two now, and if memory served, his prime didn't truly arrive until his early fifties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid, though…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he… a monster?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a long sigh, Sengoku looked back down at the form, then over at Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more arguing. He accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he picked up his Den Den Mushi and calmly requested a representative from the Marine Science Division to report to his office immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While waiting, Sengoku glanced back at the form and narrowed his eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You say you're from East Blue, but there's no specific address listed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And what about your parents? Who taught you to fight like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm from East Blue, yes. Loguetown, specifically. My parents were killed by pirates when I was little. After that, I spent most of my time near the Marine branch in town, collecting info and hunting pirates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for my teacher… sorry, but I can't tell you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone didn't waver—not even a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want anyone disturbing their life. But I can promise you this—they have zero connection to the pirate world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if you insist on digging into it... I'll walk away from the Marines right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku went quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it already: if this data was true—if Kyūjō really was only fifteen—then it was only natural that someone this gifted would never submit easily to the military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Kyūjō didn't even volunteer to join. If anything, he'd been dragged into the Marines through something resembling a \"legal arrest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku's mind raced with calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was this strong at fifteen... could he hit Admiral level by twenty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not twenty, then maybe twenty-five?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if that was the case… what about thirty? Or forty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this boy become the second coming of Rocks D. Xebec?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or beyond that—could he surpass every generation of sea emperors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Kyūjō's growth continued at this pace—or even accelerated—then he might very well be the one to bring the current era to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Supreme Commander of the Marines stared deeply, letting his thoughts spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he wasn't immune to the allure. The mere idea of someone like Kyūjō gaining too much attention from the wrong people… it was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Sengoku spoke, his voice low and serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me a strand of your hair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding the implication. But he didn't resist. Silently, he pulled out a single strand and handed it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku took it, then said simply, \"Wait here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left the room without another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly thirty minutes later, Sengoku returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was… radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed a printed document toward Kyūjō.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Memorize this. It's your new identity. You're still from East Blue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But starting now… you're twenty-five years old.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never let anyone know your real age. If this gets out—it could cause serious trouble down the line.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was deadly serious now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō's sheer potential was a double-edged sword. If the World Government ever caught wind of just how young he was, and how strong he was… they might react with fear. With force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō nodded quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he muttered, half-jokingly, \"I fought my way to Marine HQ… and I still don't even have a place to stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku slammed a palm down on the desk with a sudden burst of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Starting today, you'll live at my house! You're my long-lost nephew from East Blue!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō blinked, stunned. \"…You really switch faces fast, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deep down, he got it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku wasn't just giving him free housing. He was taking him under close watch—to study him, to see what kind of person Kyūjō truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no matter how promising someone looked…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You only ever saw their real self through time and pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, in the luxurious estate of Fleet Admiral Sengoku at Marineford…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku stood frozen at the doorway, staring at Kyūjō in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched as the young man casually peeled off the cast from his leg, then hopped up, stretched lightly, and moved around like he'd never been injured at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyūjō turned toward him with a small grin. \"I've been fully recovered for a while now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sengoku didn't respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very next day, the entirety of Marineford was buzzing with gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleet Admiral Sengoku had finally been reunited… with his long-lost nephew from East Blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the rumors began to swirl—stories spun from half-truths and wild guesses, each version more ridiculous than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎁 Reader Reward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⭐ Rating Novel = 📖 1 bonus chapter ✨\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⏳ Valid for 1 week starting Monday, September 8!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join my Patreon here:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔗 patreon.com\u002FFaaanzKun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Enjoy 70+ chapters ahead of WebNovel\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Get 2 new chapters every day exclusively on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ Be the first to enjoy the new 3rd arc after One Piece before anyone else\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join my Ko-fi here:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔗 ko-fi.com\u002Ffaaanzkun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let's keep this adventure alive, together chapter by chapter! 💖\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\u003C\u002Fp>",1198,"2026-06-06T13:14:24.000Z",1,"novelbin.me","5957a2b64ede537e64bdf9dab7b7d49f75fc73cbbc3653cd30323488ad9ad1b6","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-72","from-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-chapter-70",389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-thunder-breathing-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]