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The battlefield transformation had caught Robin completely off-guard, despite her decades of experience adapting to impossible situations. Monet's Yuki Yuki no Mi (Snow-Snow Fruit) had turned what should have been a manageable combat environment into a frozen death trap within seconds, and Robin's light tropical clothing provided no protection against the supernatural blizzard that now engulfed the underground loading dock.
Without Chopper, I'd be dead from hypothermia in minutes, she realized with clinical clarity as she pressed the small reindeer against her chest. The warmth radiating from his thick fur was literally the difference between life and death in these conditions.
"They're deliberately avoiding direct confrontation," Robin observed through chattering teeth, her analytical mind working despite the physical distress. "If the temperature continues dropping like this, I won't be able to maintain my power much longer. Chopper, I'm afraid the main burden of this battle falls on you."
The admission of vulnerability felt foreign after twenty years of relying primarily on her own capabilities, but the tactical reality was undeniable. In this environment, her Hana Hana no Mi (Flower-Flower Fruit) was severely compromised—the extreme cold made precise hand gestures nearly impossible, and her sprouted limbs would be equally affected by the freezing temperatures.
"Leave everything to me, Robin!" Chopper declared with the kind of absolute confidence that only came from someone who had finally found people worth protecting. "Even if I can't give you my fur, I promise I'll get you proper winter clothing from one of these enemies!"
He patted his chest with tiny hooves, the gesture carrying far more weight than his diminutive size would suggest.
A sudden burst of orange flame pierced through the concealing snowfall, the projectile's heat signature visible even through the swirling white chaos. The cannonball's trajectory was aimed directly at their position with mechanical precision.
"Incoming artillery!" Robin tried to raise her hands to activate her Devil Fruit powers, but the extreme cold had sapped the dexterity from her fingers. The gestures that normally came as naturally as breathing now felt clumsy and unresponsive.
One of the major weaknesses of my ability, she thought with frustration. Too dependent on precise motor control to function effectively under adverse conditions.
"I've got this!" Chopper's voice carried new authority as he bit down on the yellow Rumble Ball he had been holding in reserve. His body began expanding immediately, the transformation happening with a speed and control that spoke of years of practice and refinement.
The explosion that followed sent debris flying in all directions, but it was completely overshadowed by the magnificent display of Zoan Devil Fruit mastery unfolding before everyone's eyes.
Within seconds, the small reindeer had become a towering colossus nearly twenty meters in height, his form radiating the primal power that made Zoan users so formidable in close combat. Brown fur covered muscles that could crush steel, while massive antlers crowned a head that had retained Chopper's essential kindness despite the monstrous transformation.
Monster Point, Robin recognized with awe. But this version is completely under his control. No berserker rage, no loss of consciousness—just pure, directed power.
"Climb onto my shoulders," Chopper's voice rumbled from his transformed throat, deeper but unmistakably still him. "I'll keep you warm with my fur while we deal with these attackers."
Robin scrambled up his massive form with relief, settling into the thick coat that surrounded his neck and shoulders. The warmth was incredible—like being wrapped in the world's most effective heating system while remaining mobile for combat.
"Chopper, I had no idea you'd mastered this power so completely," she said, genuinely impressed as she ran her hands through his fur. "You look absolutely magnificent like this."
Her aesthetic appreciation for his transformed state made the giant reindeer feel pleasantly embarrassed, a sensation that managed to translate even through his altered physiology.
"Just hold on tight, Robin," he replied, his massive frame beginning to move with surprising grace. "Let's work together to take down these villains and get some justice for the people of Dressrosa."
He threw back his head and released a thunderous roar that echoed through the underground facility, the sound carrying enough force to shake loose ice from the ceiling. It was a challenge and a declaration rolled into one—an announcement that the Straw Hat Pirates would not be intimidated by environmental manipulation or superior numbers.
"Come out and fight!" Chopper bellowed into the swirling snow. "Real man don't hide behind weather effects and sneak attacks!"
The response came in the form of heavy footsteps and mechanical whirring as two figures emerged from the concealing blizzard. Buffalo, enhanced by whatever titan powers Eren had given him, he moved on four legs with the coordination of someone accustomed to his altered form. On his back, Baby 5 had transformed herself into a multi-barreled artillery platform, her human consciousness reduced to a pair of eyes above an array of cannon muzzles.
"It's going to take more than size to defeat us," Buffalo declared, his voice carrying the mechanical distortion of someone whose vocal cords had been altered along with the rest of his body. "Let's see how your fur handles high-explosive rounds!"
The Cart Titan charged across the snow-covered floor with surprising speed, Baby 5's transformed cannons already tracking toward their target. The first salvo erupted with devastating force, multiple shells converging on Chopper's position in a coordinated barrage that would have obliterated most opponents.
But Chopper's Monster Point form possessed defensive capabilities that went far beyond simple size increases. The shells impacted against his fur and hide with tremendous force, creating clouds of smoke and debris, but when the dust cleared, he remained standing with only superficial burns marking his massive frame.
"You'll have to do better than that," Chopper said with grim satisfaction, his enhanced physiology having absorbed impacts that would have destroyed buildings. "My fur isn't just for keeping warm!"
Zoan users at this level become living fortresses, Robin observed with scholarly fascination. The defensive enhancement isn't just physical—it's systematic reinforcement of every bodily system.
Chopper launched himself forward with earth-shaking steps, closing the distance to Buffalo's transformed state in moments. The collision when they met was like watching tectonic plates crash together, raw physical force against raw physical force with no subtlety or finesse involved.
But the contest wasn't even close. Despite Buffalo's titan enhancements, Chopper's Monster Point represented a level of physical development that overwhelmed his opponent through sheer biological superiority.
"Your artillery is becoming annoying," Chopper declared as he grappled with the four-legged titan. One massive hand reached behind Buffalo's transformed back and simply tore Baby 5's weapon-form away from her mounting points.
Buffalo's entire combat effectiveness depends on his partner, Robin realized. Without Baby 5 providing firepower, he's just an oversized target with limited offensive capabilities.
The maid-turned-weapon found herself dangling from Chopper's grip, her transformed state making escape impossible but leaving her with one final option for retaliation.
"If I'm going down," Baby 5 declared with the determination of someone who had spent years being told she was only valuable when needed by others, "I'm taking all of you with me!"
The transformation that followed was unlike anything Robin had witnessed in her years of Devil Fruit observation. Baby 5's weapons-form began radiating golden light that quickly grew too bright to look at directly, the energy buildup suggesting an explosion of catastrophic proportions.
She's turning herself into a bomb, Robin realized with horror. The heat signature alone suggests this will be equivalent to military-grade ordinance.
"Robin, hold on!" Chopper's free hand immediately moved to shield her, his massive palm creating a protective barrier between her position and the impending detonation. "I'll absorb as much of this as I can!"
The explosion that followed defied description. Golden light erupted from Baby 5's transformed state with the intensity of a miniature sun, the temperature spike instantly vaporizing all the snow and ice in the immediate area. The blast wave propagated outward with enough force to crater the underground floor, dropping the entire level by several meters while sending shockwaves through the facility's structural supports.
Chopper's agonized roar mixed with the explosion's thunder as he used his own body to shield Robin from the worst effects. The fur on his back ignited, his hide cracked and burned, and several fingers on his protective hand were completely destroyed by the thermal pulse.
When the light finally faded and the debris stopped falling, the underground chamber had been transformed into something resembling a bombed crater. Water vapor filled the air from vaporized ice, creating a steamy fog that obscured vision and left everyone struggling to assess the aftermath.
Baby 5 reformed her human shape near Buffalo's position, her maid outfit somehow pristine despite having just transformed into an explosive device. She was breathing heavily from the exertion, but appeared otherwise unharmed by her own devastating technique.
"Buffalo, if you're still breathing, say something," she called out into the steam. "Please tell me I didn't accidentally kill you along with our enemies."
"I'm alive!" Buffalo's voice came from nearly a hundred meters away, where the explosion's force had hurled his titan-form like a ragdoll. "But BABY5, next time warn me before you turn into a nuclear device! I barely survived that blast, and I have titan enhancements!"
Her Little Sun technique doesn't discriminate between targets, Robin noted with clinical detachment despite her own injuries. An area-effect weapon that powerful would have killed Buffalo if he hadn't possessed enhanced durability.
"Don't waste energy searching for survivors," Buffalo continued as he slowly made his way back toward their position. "I've never seen anyone survive Baby 5's strongest technique. Whatever was left of that deer monster has probably been vaporized."
But even as he spoke, a new shadow fell across the steamy battlefield. Through the concealing vapor, a massive silhouette became visible—charred, damaged, but unmistakably still standing.
Chopper's Monster Point form had survived the explosion, though at tremendous cost. One of his great antlers had been completely shattered, leaving a jagged stump that bled freely down his face. Most of his fur had been burned away, revealing hide that was blackened and cracked like drought-stricken earth. The hand that had protected Robin was missing three fingers, the stumps still smoking from the thermal damage.
But his eyes still burned with determination, and his remaining functional hand still cradled Robin safely against his shoulder.
The first time anyone has survived my ultimate technique, Baby 5 thought with a mixture of awe and terror. What kind of monster are we dealing with?
The Donquixote Family executives stared at the burned giant with expressions of disbelief and growing fear. They had thrown their most powerful attacks at him, had used techniques that had never failed to eliminate opponents, and he was still standing ready to continue the fight.
This is the true nature of Zoan Devil Fruit users, Robin observed with professional appreciation despite her own injuries. They don't possess the environmental control of Logia types or the versatility of Paramecia abilities, but their resilience under extreme conditions is absolutely unmatched.
The Zoan devil fruit ability user has no other abilities, but no one can match their ability to resist injuries.