So this is the outcome?

[3rd P.O.V.]

~Foosha Village~

In the siblings' bedroom, it was almost pitch black, other than the small candle lit on the wooden dresser next to the bed.

Sitting up was Sun, who was leaning against the head of the bed with his back against it. Rethinking the events he has encountered since he came here.

Even if he didn't need the light he kept it on so Makino wouldn't have to pull something similar to Kuina.

'The very first time I was awoken I ate that fruit, which I'm sure is a devil fruit.' But he still wasn't sure what fruit it was.

He didn't even know if it was shown in the original series as there wasn't anyone transforming into a monkey.

After that, he lost his consciousness as not only did it taste like shit, but he was hit with a horrible headache right after.

And his usual lag before he felt pain didn't slow it down in any way. Still, he had no clue what he was, or what his fruit seemed to be.

After fainting he found himself leaning on a peach tree, which tasted both good and bad as they varied.

Some tasted like absolute garbage and others were delicious but they were little in numbers that he ever ate.

"Spending one month on the ground paralyzed was the worst, but those were people I saw, weren't they?"

He whispered to himself in a low voice, as he didn't want to awaken his sleeping 'sister', who was on the next side of the bed.

'I was sure one had a tail and the other didn't, and my body.' Looking down at his own body everything clicked in quick succession.

'I'm the reincarnation of the Monkey King aren't I or was I reborn again from my previous life as the Monkey King?'

Contemplating on the chances his guess was correct he looked at the roof weighing his options.

If it was true then his fruit was so precious, it not only meant he had a Mythical Zoan, but one that held equal to or close to the Nika Nika no Mi.

Categorizing him as a world threat, someone who could destroy the balance of the entirety of the planet.

Marking himself as not only a target of the World Government but some greedy pirates who wanted his devil fruit.

But that's if they knew, but the chances are slim, he was sure that he was never from the original, maybe never shown.

That meant he wasn't supposed to exist or this was a different reality in which he inhabited a body that was destined to die.

He had no clue how strong he was in this world, but he knew he could defend himself against any pirate that didn't originate from the New World.

Or the later part of the Grandline, as he didn't have any form of Haki, only his insanely high eyesight and enhanced senses.

He could cover the Dawn Island whole with it, and see up to the peak of Mt. Colubo. His perception wasn't anything to scoff at in the slightest.

If with his miraculous senses he wasn't able to see not feel the two silhouettes it could also mean, 'They were the original Monkey Kings?'

But why were there two, what in the world? Taking in some deep breaths he was formulating his next move.

Anyone who saw him would have thought he was asleep, but in reality, he didn't want anyone to know his next move. (Never let them know your next move...lol.)

A pirate was his last choice, as that would make him an open target to assassination and anything in kind.

There are so many devil fruits such as Viola's Giro Giro no Mi, he would be royally stumped in deep shit if someone had one similar.

It allows the user to see through solid and inanimate objects, even into someone's mind and through their memories making it a deadly fruit once used correctly.

Even a fruit with just a percent of hers was dangerous, and bounty hunting was just another way to get caught.

Visiting a marine base every day just to deliver a body would undoubtedly want them to recruit him, leading to a road of bribery and untruth.

And he wasn't the type to hide his strength, wasting time when he could gain a hefty amount from it was a waste.

Even with his lazy self, he was smart, not overly so that he could get himself killed but enough that he could outsmart almost anyone.

All of the options were bad in his mind, as he was creating more and more scenarios that could play out with himself on the losing side.

Marines was just the dumbest idea ever, Garp's never been shown in the series as an overpowered Marine Vice Admiral as stated.

He never fought and used his full power, but he was sure that the old man has something akin to the Voice of All Things.

And the abundance of Devil Fruit users they had, there was bound to be someone with a fruit dealing specifically with detection.

Revolutionaries weren't a bad idea, as someone with a fruit like his would be welcomed any day, any weather.

They were a literal group of outlaws who were overpowered in their own right, if Luffy didn't want to be the Pirate King he would undoubtedly be a revolutionary.

Dragon even came to pick him up in Loguetown only to save him, as it was depicted his fruit could manipulate weather or just wind itself.

Glancing over at the shaking Makino, he picked up a sheet, covering her as well, continuing to brainstorm a great plan.

Without noticing the small smile that adorned the face of a scheming Makino who was happy he still cared for her.

Breathing in deeply he blew out the candle, rolling under the same covers as Makino, taking half of the overall sheet.

As she tugged to regain what was rightfully hers, only to fail miserably as the sheet was in a vice grip in the hands of Sun.

Giving up she snuggled under him, as her head connected to his chest, they both slept like babies until morning.

*Yawn!*

Sitting up from the bed he looked around the dimly lit room, only to see no signs of Makino.

"I'm guessing she's at the bat?" Looking down at himself he realised he was half-naked with his jersey missing.

"What a sneaky little brat." Speaking more than usual he smirked, as today he chose violence literally.

Getting off the bed he didn't bother looking for a shirt or jersey. As a matter of fact, he didn't care much less try to acquire one.

Opening the door to the room he was met by a familiar hallway, that led to another door, unlike the day before it was quite quiet.

Pushing open the door which wasn't fully closed, he was met with the stares of everyone in the bar.

Yesterday he wasn't bareback, he wore some loose clothes, which fitted him questionably tight in all the right places.

But today he was bareback, walking out of the door where he could sense a girl hiding behind the counter, smelling the booze that she tightly held in her hand.

The women were having a feast to the eyes, especially his. They were cross-shaped, completely unheard of not only in this sea but in the world itself.

Hopping over the counter he crouched down, looking at Makino in the face who was a blushing mess.

*Flick!*

"Oww!" Holding her, in his opinion ginormous forehead, due to his flick. He knew she wasn't all goody two shoes since he sensed her taking off his jersey this morning.

Even though he could bathe for himself she was still trying to play 'Housewife', or even 'Nurse'.

Wiping him down, she didn't take off his pants as she was most likely too shy to go that far.

He usually wouldn't condone anything of the sort, but he let it slide as she was taking care of the former owner's body.

Every once in a while taking quick peeks at him, embarrassing herself. Scratching his neck he sighed, somewhat tired after his awakening.

"So, why did you do it? Why didn't you give me my jersey back?" he asked curiously.

He was going to repay her either way but getting to know her was an addition he would take any day.

From the time he woke up and ate the 'fruit', to fainting and reawakening he was sure she took care of him.

He was without a doubt grateful, he didn't know what would happen if he fainted without anyone's knowledge.

Opening her mouth no words left it other than air, she could not construct a proper sentence.

Someone she considers her everything was sitting in front of her half-naked, which would make any person nervous.

Especially since she was found out, she was in a dilemma if she should come out clean or try and create a lie to diverge the topic.

Imagine she said something out of context and he misunderstood her, hating her for the rest of her life.

Disregarding the statement he told her the day before, she made unrealistic and unbelievable theories in her mind.

Seeing her unresponsive, he tilted his head to crack his neck, only for Makino to get a nosebleed covering it immediately with swirls replacing her normal brown eyes.

Seeing the type of situation she was in he stood up, deciding to ask about his former body's owner past another time.

More information would always be helpful as you would never know when it would be needed, and sometimes it could get you in trouble.

But you have to risk it for the biscuit and hope the reward you get was worth your time and money.

Stretching he looked down at her, "I'll need a proper explanation, this evening after you're done work if that's alright with you?"

Even though it might have sounded polite it was a demand, that she understood, showing the hidden bond between the two.

Nodding fervently, splashing blood on the floor she ran away as quickly as possible to the bathroom.

Hopping back over the counter, he walked out of the bar. The bell on the door rang signifying the

at he left.

He wanted to see how strong he was and the best place to try was in a secluded place.

Meaning the mountains, looking at the place Ace, Luffy and Sabo stayed for a good chunk fo their childhood.

'Mt. Colubo.' It resides behind the village, he decided to use there as a place to test his strength...