**"Where am I?"**
In the vast darkness, a weak and lonely figure drifted aimlessly through an endless void. No one knew how this figure came to be here, nor could anyone define what kind of place this was.
"Yo, are you the one destined to inherit my power?"
A casual, confident voice suddenly echoed in the darkness. The figure looked toward the source of the sound and saw a tall, slender man with striking silver hair. He adjusted his sunglasses with a smirk, revealing a pair of mesmerizing pale blue eyes.
"This place is strange," the man remarked, glancing around. "Even my Six Eyes can't see through this space."
"Are you… Satoru Gojo?"
The baby, despite being far too young to speak, somehow managed to articulate the name clearly. Recognizing the iconic features and the man's unique demeanor, he was certain of the identity before him.
"Oh ho! So, you've heard of me?" Gojo grinned, feigning modesty. "Gotta admit, it feels good being famous even across worlds!"
His expression, however, betrayed his pride. He might as well have been shouting, *Look at me, the one and only Satoru Gojo—recognized even here!*
"I don't know how I ended up in this place, but some mysterious voice told me to pass all my powers to you. It's like a copy-paste transfer—get it?"
"So… I'm dead? And I've transmigrated into another world? Is this the world of *Jujutsu Kaisen*?"
The thought stirred an unexpected excitement. To inherit Gojo's abilities meant being the absolute strongest, unmatched by anyone except, perhaps, Gojo himself.
"Who knows?" Gojo shrugged. "But get ready, little one. My powers aren't exactly small fry. They'll take you to a whole new level."
A blinding white light enveloped Gojo as he finished speaking. The baby was consumed by it, the world around him dissolving into a bright void.
When he opened his eyes again, the darkness was gone. So was Gojo. In their place stood a rugged, imposing man with a broad grin.
**"Who's this guy? He looks so terrifyingly strong, it's almost comical."**
Yet, what escaped the baby's lips was not words, but a piercing cry.
"Why is this little guy crying?"
The man—Vice Admiral Garp—scratched his head, looking completely out of his depth. Luckily, he had some experience with children.
"Maybe he's hungry," suggested one navy officer.
"No, he probably needs to go to the toilet," argued another.
Their debate quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, dividing the crew into two camps.
"Enough!" Garp bellowed, silencing them all. "We'll do both—feed him *and* let him go to the toilet. That'll solve it!"
The crew exchanged awkward glances. Garp's logic was bizarre, but no one dared question him.
Meanwhile, the baby—now realizing he had been reborn into the world of *One Piece*—was utterly exasperated. **"What kind of insane logic is that?!"**
"Vice Admiral, perhaps we should give the little one a name first," suggested Bogard, Garp's loyal adjutant.
"Good idea!" Garp nodded, stroking his chin. "Hmm… What should it be?"
"How about *Satoru D. Monkey*?"
"Satoru? Why that name?" the crew questioned, puzzled by the choice.
"I don't know," Garp admitted. "Something just feels right about it—like it's destiny."
"Monkey D. Satoru… Has a nice ring to it," Bogard commented, silently relieved the name wasn't something more outlandish.
"Satoru, how about it?" Garp asked, addressing the baby. "Do you like the name your grandpa picked for you?"
The baby—now Satoru—could only manage a giggle. But inwardly, he thought, **"Of all people, I ended up with Garp as my grandfather?!"**
He recalled the legendary tales of Garp's *training methods*: throwing Luffy off cliffs, strapping him to balloons, and leaving him in the wild. **"I'm doomed!"**
"Hey, you little brat," Garp teased, noticing Satoru's rolling eyes. "You're already disrespecting your grandpa? Let me show you the power of my *Fist of Love*!"
Before Garp could act on his threat, Bogard quickly intervened.
"Vice Admiral, if you hit him, he might not survive…"
Garp hesitated, lowering his fist with a sheepish grin. "Guess I'll save that for when he's tougher."
Satoru, meanwhile, was plotting his survival. **"Forget Devil Fruits and treasure—I need to avoid becoming this guy's punching bag at all costs!"**