That's right—Rosinante's Devil Fruit had awakened. When his body no longer constrained the fruit's power, when he began drawing on its abilities without restraint, it finally broke through… and awakened.

The power of the Silence Fruit's Awakening was silence in its purest, most fundamental form—not the ordinary kind of silence Rosinante had used until now, but a far deeper, more absolute quiet: an eternal silence of will.

Under the influence of this eternal silence, everything within a two-hundred-meter radius of Rosinante lost its color, the world turning black and white like an ink-washed scroll. In that radius, all things—people, objects, even the very air—were drowned in silence. It wasn't just about muting sound anymore. It was deeper than that: attacks, bodies, strength, and Devil Fruit abilities were all affected by this oppressive silence of will.

Rosinante's "Silent Power" had originally been a compressed form of his Silence Fruit—so refined it could suppress even energy. When combined with his Haki, especially Observation Haki, it became a terrifying force. After all, everything in this world has a "voice"—even energy. His silent power muted those voices, silencing energy flows, nullifying momentum, friction, gravity, and pressure.

But the awakening went beyond even that. The Eternal Silence Will was silence in its most pristine form—so absolute that even the heavens seemed to fall mute. Under its influence, the very workings of the world—the spinning of the sky, the rhythm of nature—trembled.

Of course, the heavens themselves cannot be silenced or erased. But Rosinante's power disrupted their balance, and in doing so, triggered a backlash from the world itself. That was why everyone in the affected zone felt an oppressive force weighing down on them, tightening their chests, freezing their limbs. This wasn't Rosinante's power alone—it was the world's rejection, nature's resistance to his meddling with its fundamental laws.

And Rosinante wasn't immune either. Being inside the muted zone meant he too was affected by this cosmic pressure. However, thanks to his awakened fruit's eternal will of silence, he could mute a portion of the world's backlash, reducing the impact on himself significantly.

More terrifying was that within this space, everyone's strength was greatly diminished. Even someone as powerful as Sengoku could only muster about seventy percent of his full power. And as for ordinary people? They were crushed by the weight of the world's wrath and the eternal silence, pinned helplessly to the ground.

The members of the 2nd Division who had rushed to support were now lying flat, eyes wide with horror, unable to move a muscle. Rosinante could feel it—within this domain, he could even stand toe-to-toe with someone like Whitebeard.

"So this… is Devil Fruit awakening…" Rosinante murmured thoughtfully. In the world of black and white, he alone could still speak. The silence had acknowledged him as its master.

He could feel that his abilities had undergone a transformation. Previously, he had to compress his Silence energy to the limit to achieve that high-grade "Silent Power." But now, under the influence of this Eternal Silence Will, even unrefined silence was potent enough to manifest those same effects. His ordinary abilities now carried the weight and depth of awakening.

"Devil Fruit awakening? That's impossible!" Akainu said in shock from outside the muted field.

He had trained relentlessly for years, pushing his Magma-Magma Fruit to its limits, but he still hadn't touched the threshold of awakening. Admittedly, Logia fruits were notoriously difficult to awaken—but seeing Rosinante unlock such overwhelming power sparked a deep fury in him. His fists clenched, magma dripping and hissing to the ground.

"I didn't expect it to happen now of all times…" said Kong with a grave expression.

"It's not all that surprising," Tsuru replied calmly. "With the pressure Sengoku was putting on him, combined with the removal of his bodily constraints and the massive vitality he has stored… under these three conditions, a breakthrough was bound to happen. But the real trouble is this: the Silence Fruit's awakened form is far more terrifying than we anticipated."

"There's no historical record of anyone ever awakening the Silence Fruit," Kong muttered. "But from the look of this—where even heaven and earth lose their color—this isn't just an ability. This is something… beyond."

"What about Sengoku?" Tsuru asked with concern.

Kong shook his head. "Sengoku is not someone who falls easily. But just in case, I'll be ready to act. Tsuru, I'll leave the rest of the field to you."

"Yes," she replied without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Doberman, in the middle of a fierce battle, froze for a moment, blocking Raelmann's punch as his gaze flicked to the shifting black-and-white world in the distance. "What… is that?"

"That power…" Raelmann looked over and his face twisted in shock. "It's the Captain's."

"The awakening of a Devil Fruit…" muttered Onigumo, who had also paused his assault. "Now that's one hell of a power."

"Heh… what a monster," Raelmann laughed, awe shining in his eyes. "I knew I didn't bet on the wrong man. Our Captain truly is on a different level. Only a monster can contend with monsters."

Rosinante, standing at the center of his silent world, gazed into the monochrome void. "Sound represents authority," he said quietly. "Only those with power are allowed a voice. Even the voice of the heavens… represents the heavens' dominion."

"If I can silence the voice of the heavens… then doesn't that mean I've seized the authority of this realm?"

The moment those words left his lips, Sengoku's expression changed drastically. He moved immediately, attempting to retreat from the black-and-white domain.

"Suppress." Rosinante's voice echoed out, low and commanding.

With that, the entire field seemed to collapse inward. The suppressive force that had been evenly spread across the battlefield suddenly focused solely on Sengoku. The rest of those within the domain felt the pressure ease—but Sengoku staggered under its full weight.

His eyes widened. His body slowed. Though he still had the strength to retreat, his speed had noticeably decreased under the immense pressure. Every step felt heavier.

Still, he managed to escape—barely—past the threshold of the silent world.

"Hah…" Sengoku exhaled deeply as the pressure finally lifted and color returned to his surroundings. "Such a terrifying power… I didn't expect the Silence Fruit's awakening to be this overwhelming."

His expression hardened, his voice steady but filled with determination.

"I cannot allow you to leave here alive. You're far too dangerous."

Now outside the silent field, Sengoku could finally speak again. But his tone made it clear:

He would stop Rosinante at any cost.