"Hooray!"

  "Princess Medusa is so adorable!"

  "Prihor, you’re incredible!"

  "Amazing! He’s just like a sed El-sama!"

  "Unbelievable! The princes and princesses’ performance is astounding!"

  "They’re only four or five years old, yet they’re already as strong as monsters!"

  "It’s unimaginable how powerful they’ll bee when they grow up!"

  "So this is the true strength of the Lunarian race?"

  "No wohey’re called the mythical, godly !"

  "They truly live up to being El-sama’s children!"

  Ihan two hours, the one-sided battle came to an end.

  Having withe overwhelming dominance of Thor, Sif, Dal, and the other royal children, not only were the Homie soldiers and Totto Land troops left stunned, but even the proud officers couldn’t help but feel a chill down their spiheir reverence grew stronger, apanied by an almost fanatical admiration.

  There was no doubt that Totto Land had a secure future. These heirs would lead the kingdom to eveer heights—perhaps even to the ultimate triumph of overthrowing the Wover and ruling the seas.

  "What terrifying potential…" murmured Shimotsuki Kouzaburou, the swordsman, as he wiped blood from his bde, Shusui. He marveled at the young royals. Though slightly battered, the children remained rgely unharmed. "The Lunarian truly inspires awe."

  Sheathing Enma and Ame no Habakiri, Shimotsuki Ushimaru—who had taken some injuries during the fierbat—chuckled bitterly as he sat down. "They’re only four or five years old, yet they’re already this formidable," he said. "It’s hard to imagine who could challehem ohey mature. Even the Wover might tremble before them."

  "Willie, you were too careless just now!" The Shapeshifting Witch Sally scolded her son sternly. "Even though you’re a Lunarian and shrug off certain injuries, your strength hasn’t reached El-sama’s level yet. You ’t afford to let yuard down otlefield. Do you uand?"

  "I’m sorry, Mom…" Willie hung his head, standing obediently as he took the reprimand.

  Earlier, his younger brother Dal had saved him by using his Traransfer Fruit to teleport a samurai into Willie’s path, intercepting a strike intended for him. Otherwise, Willie might have been hurt.

  "Still, overall, you did very well," Sally’s tone softened. Her smile returned as she cupped Willie’s face. "Mommy saw how hard you worked—you were amazing. Just learn from this, okay?"

  "I will, Mom. I’ll remember!" Beaming at the praise, Willie nodded eagerly.

  Meanwhile, Dal, the third child, wasn’t as lucky. His mother, Lillian, was livid. She tugged on his ear, scolding him angrily, "You little rascal! Is this how you protect your siblings? You actually transferred Thor and Sif into harm’s way to block attacks for you? How could you do such a thing!"

  "Mom, it hurts! Let go…" Dal protested, squirming. "That was strategy! Dad said not to fight recklessly—to use your brain. Besides, they ’t get hurt anyway!"

  Lillia him, still fuming. "That doesn’t mean it’s okay! What if they did get hurt? That little rascal may be clever, but he ’t be given too much freedom. Otherwise, he might do something unimaginable someday."

  "I know Thor and Sif have bodies impervious to ons," Dal argued fidently, clearly uant. "Even Mom Linlin said that not even giants could harm them."

  "Alright, Lillian, Dal’s just a kid. Don’t be too hard on him…" Gerd approached with a smile, having harvested a vast number of souls. "I watched his etle. pared to that reckless Thor, this little one is much more clever!"

  Among the Kukulkan children, Dal—who had ied the Three-Eyed Tribe’s bloodline and possessed natural future-sight Observation Haki—was undoubtedly the smartest and most precocious.

  While not the stro physically, his agile mind and incredible reflexes stood out. At just five years old, Dal had mastered his Traransfer Fruit ability to an astonishing degree, exeg it with ease. Even Gerd found his performanbelievable, remarking that he didn’t seem like a child at all.

  In terms of battle prowess, Thor, Sif, Frey, and the others relied on their nearly invincible bodies or overwhelmingly powerful Devil Fruit abilities to dominate.

  Dal, however, truly grasped the essence of bat, employing ing tactics to toy with his enemies. His brilliant execution earned him admiration. If anyone else had the Traransfer Fruit, they wouldn’t wield it with such ease or precision.

  Even among siblings who shared future-sight Observation Haki, ched Dal’s adaptability, due in part to their younger ages and slower reflexes.

  "MAMAMAMA! Dal did perform exceptionally well!" Linlin ughed as she joihe versation. While most of the children performed petently, Dal’s abilities and iy truly stood out, even pared to seasoned fighters.

  "Don’t praise him too much, or he’ll grow overly proud," Lillian interjected. Despite her pride, she couldn’t ignore Dal’s smug expression and lightly knocked him on the head. "Don’t let it go to your head, uand? You did well, keep it up…"

  El approached with a smile, pig up Dal and ruffling his hair. "When you grow up, I’ll personally fe a Supreme Grade Sword just for you!" As El gazed at his third child, a mix of Lunarian, Three-Eyed, and Giant blood, he saw immeential.

  Though Dal hadn’t ied an iructible body like Thor or Sif, his talent, intellect, and sharpness were unmatched among his siblings. Physically, he was still monstrous by normal standards, and El was fident that with enough effort, Dal could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his more physically gifted siblings.

  El couldn’t help but anticipate Dal’s future, believing he might even cim the title of the world’s greatest swordsman someday.

  "Sif, Thor, Willie, Eden, Frey… this applies to all of you!" After setting Dal dowuro his other children with a smile. "As long as you train hard, whatever on you desire, I’ll fe it for you myself! Of course, Medusa, your ability works best with hand-to-hand bat, so you won’t need one."

  "Really?"

  "That’s amazing!"

  "Dad, you’re the best!"