Rohan awoke to a familiar, blissful state of being. His body was a symphony of pleasant weakness, a vessel that had been lovingly and thoroughly claimed by its magnificent owner. The aches were not injuries, but echoes of a fierce passion, a reminder of the Hokage's possessive worship that had become the central rhythm of his new existence. He stretched with the languid grace of a contented cat, the morning light filtering through the shoji screen and painting his flawless skin in stripes of pale gold. In his heart, the profound sense of belonging had blossomed into a garden of serene joy. He was hers, and in that simple, absolute truth, he had found a peace that surpassed all understanding.
He was just beginning to drift in this sea of contentment when a new sensation, crisp and clean, chimed within the silent interface of his mind.
[+1 Lottery Ticket Has Been Acquired.]
It was the dawn of a new day, and the System, his silent, constant companion, had rewarded him for the simple act of living it. A small smile touched his lips. He had been so focused on bestowing power upon Tsunade that he had neglected his own growth. The Gura Gura no Mi was a magnificent, world-ending power, but it was hers. He was her shield, her secret, her consort. But a shield must also have its own integrity. A flicker of impulse, a desire to see what fate had in store for him personally, sparked within him. He had a fortune of 12,620 tickets. What was one more?
Without hesitation, he focused his will. Draw Lottery.
The response was instantaneous and utterly overwhelming. It was not the grinding, tectonic force of the Gura Gura no Mi, nor the deep, gravitational pull of Whitebeard's essence. This was an explosion of pure, unadulterated, conceptual light. It was the feeling of a star being born inside his soul, a painless, glorious detonation that scoured every shadow from his being and filled him with a searing, weightless energy.
[Devil Fruit - Pika Pika no Mi. No Sea Water And Sea Stone Weakness. Absolute Mastery Over All Of Pika Pika No Mi Abilities Mastered By Kizaru That Includes Kizaru's Kendo Skill Using Ama No Murakumo. Absolute Awakening Ability Mastery. Light Enhanced Rokushiki! All Of Kizaru's Ryou And Observation Haki Mastery Are Also Included!]
The knowledge integrated with his very consciousness, rewriting his understanding of physics, of movement, of existence itself. He was no longer just a being of flesh and God's Blood. He was now a being of light.
The implications were staggering, and he took a moment to let the full scope of his new abilities settle within him.
First, there was the fundamental state of being: Logia Intangibility. With a mere thought, he could dissolve his physical form into pure, harmless light. In this state, physical attacks would pass through him as if he were a phantom. A kunai, a sword, even a powerful Taijutsu strike would meet nothing but photons and frustrated air. He was untouchable, a ghost made of sunshine.
Then came the movement. Light-Speed Travel. The very concept of distance became a quaint notion. He could dissolve into a particle of light, travel to any point he could see in an instant, and reform himself. To an observer, it would be a golden flash, a teleportation so swift it would defy the Sharingan's ability to track. He could cross a battlefield, a country, a continent, in the blink of an eye.
The offensive capabilities were elegant and devastating. He now possessed absolute mastery over the signature techniques of the fruit's previous wielder. He could create a path of light with Yata no Kagami (Eight Span Mirror), allowing him to bounce off any surface at light speed for unpredictable, high-velocity attacks. He could fire a torrential rain of deadly light particles with Yasakani no Magatama (Comma Jewel of Eight Shaku), each particle a small, explosive laser capable of piercing through steel. And most elegantly, he could form the Ama no Murakumo (Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven), a blade of pure, solidified light, its edge impossibly sharp, its length variable at his will. This came with the innate, master-level Kendo skills of Admiral Kizaru, making him a swordsman of legendary caliber in an instant.
Beyond these, he possessed Absolute Awakening Ability Mastery. This was the true pinnacle of a Devil Fruit user's power. He could not only become light, but he could also turn his surroundings into light. He could transform the very ground beneath his feet, the air around him, into a domain of light that he could manipulate at will, creating massive constructs, inescapable prisons of photons, or waves of searing energy.
The synergy with his existing powers was where the true horror and beauty of this gift lay. His Light-Enhanced Rokushiki was a thing of terrifying grace. Soru was no longer just a high-speed movement technique; it was now true light-speed travel, making him arguably the fastest being in existence. Shigan, the finger pistol, was no longer just a piercing strike; it could now be a focused, armor-piercing laser beam fired from his fingertip. Rankyaku, the tempest kick, could now launch an arc of pure, solidified light, a blade that could slice through a mountain. And Geppo, the ability to walk on air, was now elevated to true flight, as he could kick off photons themselves, dancing in the sky with impossible agility.
Finally, the package included a completely new power system: Haki. He was granted the full mastery of Admiral Kizaru's Haki. This included Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation Haki), the ability to sense the presence, strength, and emotions of others, and most critically, to predict their movements moments before they happened. It was a perfect precognition that would make him almost impossible to hit. And he had Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki), the ability to coat his body or weapons in an invisible suit of spiritual armor. This armor could dramatically increase his defensive and offensive power, and most importantly, it was one of the few forces in the universe capable of touching a Logia user. He could now strike an intangible opponent as if they were solid. The specific variant he mastered was Ryou, an advanced form of Armament Haki that could project force from a distance, allowing him to strike a foe without physical contact, attacking them from the inside out.
He was a phantom who could move at the speed of light, wielding a sword made of sunbeams, firing lasers from his hands, all while predicting his enemy's every move and possessing the power to strike their very soul. He was a creature of sublime, elegant, and absolute lethality.
A soft groan from the other side of the door signaled Tsunade's approach. The seals dissolved, and she entered, a vision in her simple robes, her eternal youth making the morning light seem to worship her skin. She carried no tray this time; her expression was one of pure, focused intent. She had come for her morning worship.
"You seem… different," she said, her honey-gold eyes narrowing, her own Observation Haki—a skill she possessed but had never named—sensing a profound shift in his energy. "Brighter."
Rohan smiled, a slow, radiant smile that seemed to literally illuminate the room. "I received another gift this morning, Tsunade-sama. One for myself, this time. A power of light."
He stood, and to demonstrate, his body dissolved into a cascade of shimmering golden particles, swirled around her like a miniature sun storm, then reformed perfectly behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist in a gentle embrace.
Tsunade gasped, her body rigid with shock. She had felt nothing, seen nothing but a flash. He had moved from in front of her to behind her in less than an instant, his touch as solid as ever.
"What was that?" she breathed, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Rohan rested his chin on her shoulder, his melodic voice whispering directly into her ear. He explained everything. He described the intangibility of a Logia user, the concept of becoming a natural element. He explained the light-speed movement, the laser-like attacks, the sword of pure energy. He described the Awakening, the ability to turn the world itself into his personal weapon.
Tsunade listened, her brilliant mind absorbing and processing every word. The strategic implications were mind-boggling. A perfect infiltrator, an unstoppable assassin, an army-destroying force all in one beautiful package. But it was the final part of his explanation that truly captured her attention.
"The gift also came with a new power system," Rohan explained. "It is called Haki. It has two main forms for combat. One is an armor for the soul, a force that can strike intangible beings like myself. The other… is the ability to see the future."
Tsunade turned in his arms, her eyes wide with a burning, academic curiosity that momentarily eclipsed her possessiveness. "See the future? Like the Nara clan's predictions?"
"More immediate. More certain," Rohan clarified. "It allows a user to perfectly predict an opponent's next move. Imagine, Tsunade-sama, having your monstrous strength and the power to shatter the world, combined with the ability to know exactly where your enemy will be, where they will strike, before they even know it themselves. You would be untouchable. Unbeatable."
The concept thrilled her. Chakra was the basis of all power in their world. But this… Haki was something else entirely. A power of spirit, of will. A power that could counter even the most outlandish abilities. She had to understand it. She had to learn it.
"Can you… can you teach me?" she asked, her voice filled with a rare, genuine excitement.
"I can and I will," Rohan promised. "Everything I have is yours."
The intensity of the moment, the sheer scale of the power he had just described, and the quiet, absolute devotion with which he offered it to her, was too much for Tsunade to bear. The Hokage receded, and the possessive, loving woman took her place.
"You are too good," she whispered, her hands coming up to cup his face. "Too perfect."
She pulled him down into a deep, dominant kiss, a kiss that was both a thank you for the knowledge and a fierce reassertion of her ownership. Rohan surrendered to it completely, his body melting against hers, his own powers dormant in the face of her overwhelming affection. He was a god of light, but he was her god, and his only desire was to be eclipsed by her sun.
It was at this precise, intimate moment that a new voice, boisterous and utterly unwelcome, echoed from outside the window.
"Hime! I'm back! Did you miss me? I've got some great new material for my research!"
Both Rohan and Tsunade froze. Standing on the outer ledge of the Hokage's private chambers, peering in with a lecherous grin, was a man with a mane of wild white hair, distinctive red lines running down from his eyes, and a large scroll strapped to his back.
Jiraiya. The Toad Sage. The third of the Legendary Sannin.
His grin faltered, then vanished completely, replaced by an expression of pure, slack-jawed disbelief. He was seeing the impossible. His teammate, his lifelong friend and rival, Tsunade, was locked in a passionate embrace, utterly dominating a being of such breathtaking, feminine beauty that Jiraiya's mind short-circuited. For a moment, the legendary spymaster could only stare, his brain refusing to process the scene before him. Tsunade… was kissing a woman? A woman more beautiful than any he had ever seen in all his travels?
The sacred silence of their world was shattered. The intrusion was a blasphemy.
Tsunade pulled away from Rohan, her head snapping towards the window. Her honey-gold eyes, moments before filled with love and passion, were now blazing with a cold, murderous fury that was terrifying to behold. The air in the room dropped twenty degrees.
"Jiraiya…" she hissed, her voice a low, deadly growl that promised untold violence.
Jiraiya finally snapped out of his stupor, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Now, hold on, Tsunade, I can explain… well, actually, maybe you should explain…"
He never got to finish the sentence.
Tsunade didn't bother with chakra enhancement. She didn't need to. She moved, not with the blur of a shinobi, but with the silent, instantaneous shift of a natural disaster. One moment she was by the futon, the next she was before Jiraiya. She drew back her fist, and for a fraction of a second, the air around it seemed to fracture, a faint, white halo of the Gura Gura power manifesting around her knuckles.
She threw a single, casual, almost lazy punch.
There was no loud explosion. There was only a deep, resonant CRACK, as if the world itself had broken. The punch connected with Jiraiya's stomach, and the legendary Sannin's eyes bulged. The entire wall of the Hokage Tower behind him disintegrated into dust. With a comical, silent scream, Jiraiya was launched into the sky like a cannonball, a rapidly shrinking speck against the morning clouds. He left behind a perfect, man-shaped hole in the side of the mountain, a testament to the casual, terrifying power his teammate now wielded.
Silence descended once more. Tsunade stood for a moment, breathing heavily, the fury slowly receding from her eyes. She turned back to Rohan, who was still sitting on the futon, looking up at her with wide, slightly startled eyes.
A slow, dangerous, possessive smile spread across her face. The interruption had only stoked the flames of her passion. She strode back to him, her shadow falling over his form.
"Now," she purred, leaning down until her lips were just a breath from his. "Where were we?"
She claimed his mouth in another fierce, dominant lip-lock, pushing him back onto the futon and effectively putting an end to any further conversation, or any chance of another interruption. The Toad Sage could wait. Her god could not.