I Choose In The One Piece Class, Do I Have A Choice?

As Finn towered over the battlefield, his massive form cast an imposing shadow over the wreckage of the fallen stone giant. The female soldiers clung to his legs and arms, their eyes wide in awe.

"Wow, young master, you're unstoppable!" one soldier cheered.

"He's so powerful!" another exclaimed, peeking over the edge of Finn's massive shoulder.

The fight had been one-sided. Gladius' desperate cries echoed as Pica, the mighty stone giant, scoffed at Finn's towering size. "Being big doesn't make you strong!" Pica sneered. "If that were true, the giants would've ruled the seas!"

Yet as Finn's fist, pulsing with advanced Armament Haki, collided with Pica's reinforced body, it shattered the massive rock construct like a brittle shell. The ground trembled beneath the force of the blow, and rubble rained down. Pica and Gladius lay amidst the debris, both unconscious, bodies broken, the fight drained out of them.

"His Haki... it's beyond anything I've ever seen," Gladius whispered with the last of his strength, watching as Finn began to shrink back to his original size.

Finn straightened his clothes as he returned to his normal height, brushing off the dust as if it was just another day at work. The female soldiers, still giddy from the experience, bantered back and forth about the surreal fight.

"I jumped right onto his shoulder—felt like standing on an island!" one boasted.

"You think that's impressive? I ended up by his waist," another teased.

Their laughter filled the air, but Finn, his focus sharp, turned to them. "Stop gawking. We've got work to do. Get the seastone handcuffs ready."

As the soldiers scrambled to cuff the downed enemies, Finn's phone rang. It was Hina.

"Colonel, what's happening at the factory?" Finn asked, his voice calm but serious.

"There's a riot inside," Hina responded, her voice tense. "We surrounded the factory like you ordered, but something triggered chaos inside. They're fighting among themselves!"

Finn frowned, piecing it together. The little people wouldn't rebel, so what happened? Then it clicked. "Sugar... she must've been knocked out."

The moment the words left his mouth, the realization hit. Sugar's Devil Fruit powers were nullified the instant she fainted. All the people she had turned into toys would have been freed, and their rage would explode like a dam bursting.

Finn shook his head with a wry smile. "Alright, let's head to the factory."

A short while later, they arrived at the gates. The chaos inside was deafening—explosions and shouts echoed within the walls. Finn approached the massive seastone doors. He could sense the tension building inside, the energy of freed slaves and prisoners fighting their captors.

"Stay here," Finn ordered, stopping Tashigi and Robin. "I'll handle this."

With a single, effortless push, Finn sent the massive seastone doors flying open. The force blasted several guards backward, scattering them like leaves in the wind. Inside the factory, all eyes turned toward the entrance. The fighting froze, and a hush fell over the crowd as Finn stood in the doorway, brushing dust from his trousers, annoyed.

"What's with this weak door?" he muttered, completely unimpressed.

The workers and prisoners, who had been struggling to break through the same gate for what felt like hours, stared in disbelief. The seastone gate, a symbol of their entrapment, had been ripped open by a single man.

"Damn..." one worker whispered, shaking his head. "Where did this monster come from?"

In that moment, it became clear to everyone that the tides of the battle had turned. Finn, with his unstoppable strength and calm demeanor, was more than just a force to be reckoned with—he was their path to freedom.

As Finn stepped forward, the remaining Donquixote Family guards hesitated, unsure of what to do. For them, the fight was already lost.