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In the ancient cradle of the primeval world, where giants still roamed and the earth itself seemed to breathe, the day broke heavy with expectation.
Mist curled low over the dense jungles of Little Garden, whispering secrets in a tongue only the oldest trees understood. The sky, burning gold and crimson, bore witness to the forging of something new — something reckless, defiant, and full of potential: the next pieces of Tika Datta Guragain's crew.
Two pillars of light split the heavens, painting the canopy with fierce, blinding brilliance.
**The Summoning had begun.**
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*ohshitohshitohshit here we go again i hope they don't like immediately try to kill me or something what if they're weirder than izuku what if one of them's like seven meters tall and breathes fire fuckfuckfuck–*
Tika stood atop a mossy stone, bare feet slipping slightly, heart doing the cha-cha against his ribs.
Izuku hovered at his side like an over-caffeinated bee, muttering to himself.
> "O-okay okay okay, we need to create a welcoming environment, analyze threat levels, establish communication lines, formulate contingency plans–"
"Bro," Tika hissed under his breath, "shut *up*, they're literally dropping in."
**BOOM.**
The first body hit the ground like a sack of rice — a messy heap of red hair, white jacket, and...was that a frying pan??
The second body landed with surprising precision — a tall, skinny guy with wild white hair, a smirk too sharp to trust, and an entire lab coat that somehow managed not to get dirty despite falling out of the literal sky.
There was a beat of silence.
Birds stopped chirping.
The wind forgot how to blow.
Soma Yukihira and Senku Ishigami sat up, blinking, taking in the primeval hellscape around them. Their eyes locked onto Tika and Izuku.
And then — pure chaos.
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"I'M GONNA STARVE TO DEATH OUT HERE!!"
Soma roared, flailing to his feet. "WHERE'S THE NEAREST KITCHEN?!?"
"Hoho," Senku chuckled darkly, brushing off his coat. "Primitive environment. Extremely hostile. 10 billion percent chance we die a horrible death unless we apply *science*."
Both turned to Tika at the exact same time.
Tika, meanwhile, was internally combusting.
*why are they looking at me like that am i supposed to have like a kitchen and a lab ready like WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS FOUR SEASONS JUNGLE EDITION I–*
"Yo, are you the captain or what?"
Soma asked, grinning.
Tika puffed out his chest. "Damn straight."
*FUCK I GUESS I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW NO BACKING OUT.*
Senku snorted, clearly unimpressed.
"Captain of what? Malnourishment and certain doom?"
Izuku finally snapped out of his crisis mode, bowing ninety degrees.
"Welcome to the crew!! I'm Izuku Midoriya!! I-I'm the vice-captain!!!"
Soma and Senku exchanged a glance.
"...Sure," said Soma.
"Fine," Senku drawled. "But only if we don't die in the next five minutes."
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### The Devil Fruits
No sooner had the introductions been made (badly) than Tika's system went off again.
A bright, floating screen no one else could see blinked before his eyes:
> **Reward: Devil Fruits granted to new crew members.**
> **Use wisely. Or don't. Chaos is inevitable.**
A *shimmer* in the air — two weird-ass fruits appeared.
One looked like it had veins of molten chocolate swirling through it (Soma's), and the other looked like a twisted gear made out of marble (Senku's).
Senku squinted. "That's...not naturally occurring biology."
Soma shrugged. "If it's edible, it's edible!"
Before Tika could even say "maybe you should check for poison," Soma had already bitten into his.
**CHOMP.**
**BANG.**
A small explosion of pink smoke erupted from the ground under him.
Tika and Izuku dived for cover like traumatized war veterans.
When the dust cleared, Soma stood there, blinking — hair slightly singed — but grinning even wider.
"That...was AWESOME!!!"
he cheered.
He held up a hand — a raw fish in one palm — and a bunch of spices **materialized in the air** above it, weaving into a perfect *tuna tataki* mid-fucking-air.
*holyshit i have a goddamn food wizard now holyshit we're gonna be UNSTOPPABLE–*
Meanwhile, Senku was examining his own fruit like a scientist faced with a suspiciously radioactive banana.
"Technological manipulation at a cellular level," he muttered. "Potential for rapid resource conversion... unlimited creation pathways... ha."
He took a dainty bite.
A *shiver* ran through the air.
Senku lifted his hand — and the broken twig he picked up morphed into a **tiny, fully operational drone**.
Tika's jaw unhinged like a cartoon character.
"SCIENCE, BITCHES," Senku cackled.
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### Chaos (And Feelings)
The next hours were a blur.
- Soma whipped up meals that caused minor earthquakes.
- Senku built a distillery out of tree sap.
- Izuku accidentally short-circuited his brain by trying to "analyze" everything at once.
- Tika... Tika ran around trying to **not** die.
*how the fuck did my life turn into babysitting three hyperactive disasters with the power to level cities, how how how–*
But somewhere, between the food fights and gadget malfunctions, Tika caught it — that feeling blooming in the pit of his stomach.
**The start of a real crew.**
**The start of something bigger than himself.**
It terrified him.
It thrilled him.
*...shit. this is actually happening. no turning back now. no fucking way.*
And even as the sky darkened into a blood-red sunset, even as the roars of dinosaurs echoed across the island, Tika stood there grinning like an idiot, surrounded by his first real nakama.
The world awaited them.
And it didn't even know what was coming.
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# [End of Chapter 3]
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