1.85 meters.
This was the height that Shano, a few years back, compressed himself to the extreme using Life Return and Kami-e without significantly affecting his combat power.
The reason for fixing it at this specific number was initially just because Belle-Mere was 1.86 meters tall.
He didn't want his mother to always have to look up at him.
Later life experiences also proved that this decision was quite comfortable.
Although still slightly higher than the average person, it no longer affected daily life or made him too conspicuous in a crowd.
After compressing his body density, he sacrificed a bit of power but became much more agile.
The target size was greatly reduced, which also significantly improved the effects of "Kami-e," granting each part of his body an instinctive evasive reaction.
This allowed him to easily gain an advantage in ordinary combat situations.
He named this form "Kami-e Martial Body."
If Lucci ever thinks of this name in the future, by the principle of first come, first served, he should obviously pay him a copyright fee.
As for his true form now...
"Hmm?"
Shano suddenly looked up at the ceiling, frowning slightly, "It's just the beginning of summer, and there are already mosquitoes."
Swish—!
His body suddenly swelled and shot upwards, and in an instant, his head was touching the ceiling.
His muscles knotted, sturdy and powerful, yet the overall lines were smooth, not lacking beauty, more normal than the rough figure he had a few years ago, like a muscle-bound devil—
If you ignore that terrifying 3.7-meter height, that is.
He flicked his finger.
That thumb-sized flower-spotted mosquito hadn't even flapped its wings before it turned into countless specks of dust, drifting down.
And the piece of the ceiling hit by the nail was unharmed, not even the surrounding dust fell.
This was a testament to controlling every muscle and even the tiny cells in his body to the pinnacle.
In this state, his terrifying power could be fully unleashed, and his defense and durability could also be maximized, each with its advantages and disadvantages compared to the Kami-e Martial Body.
...
Shano glanced at the mosquito turned into dust.
He nodded in satisfaction, snapped back to his regular daily form with a swish, and continued humming a little tune as he washed the dishes.
The whole process of transformation didn't even take half a second.
"You're going to scare someone to death!"
From the living room behind the door came Zoro's startled shout, "You suddenly got so big, I thought a bunch of enemies had showed up, but it was just to swat a mosquito!"
"Zoro."
Koushirou's deep voice followed, "Mind your manners, you're a guest. How could you be so rude when visiting someone else's home?"
"That sounds familiar. When I, as the host, received guests at the Isshin Dojo, you said the same thing, didn't you? So when will I finally get to be rude... Ouch, that hurts!!"
"Mr. Zeff, when did you get back?"
...
Hearing Zoro's cries, Shano couldn't help but smile.
It's kind of funny.
Besides the family members who live with him daily, almost everyone else he knows has taken his "Kami-e Martial Body" as his original form.
While his real original form has instead been regarded as some sort of transformation mode that's hard to maintain for long.
That kid Sanji once asked him discreetly if he had eaten a Human-Human Fruit Mythical Model and turned into a muscular monster, which earned him a good beating that sent him running away crying.
"Everyone's back?"
Just as he finished washing the dishes, Shano casually turned off the faucet and walked into the living room while drying his hands with an apron.
"Everyone's back except Ah Yin."
Zeff pulled his fist out of Green Algae Head with a pop, grinned, "We've basically said all the parting words during dinner, so it's time for us to set off, Captain."
"Yeah."
Kuina and Koushirou exchanged a glance, then looked away, stretching as if nothing was going on, "It's time to go, Captain."
"Now you're not calling him brother." Nojiko mumbled behind.
"Don't be so stingy." Shano ruffled his sister's hair, "You've decided? You really want to come along?"
"Yeah."
Nojiko nodded vigorously.
"So you've made up your mind early on, huh? Actually, from the start, before you mentioned practicing on the Orange Garden, you already wanted to join me at sea, right?"
"Trustworthy as always, brother, completely seeing through me."
Nojiko looked a bit embarrassed, but upon noticing Kuina's glance, she put her hands on her hips and huffed, "But back then, I really was too weak! Lacked confidence, didn't want to be useless baggage, so I purposely said I would stay in my hometown. But now..."
She clenched her fists, "I'm strong now! Not only can I protect myself, but I can also be helpful to you!"
"I believe it."
Shano chuckled softly.
This might be the tacit understanding between siblings. Nojiko and he, like him, had no talent in swordsmanship but showed remarkable talent in fist techniques and combat skills.
She started with "Breathing Fist Technique" as her foundation, then under Shano's guidance, trained in Rokushiki, mastering Soru, Moonwalk, and Finger Gun.
Besides this.
Over the years, Shano would buy any fist technique manuals he came across, whether they were useful to him or not, and handed them to Nojiko.
Through persistent training till now, Nojiko's abilities have advanced by leaps and bounds.
Although still far from the Sword Master Kuina, she certainly possessed the qualifications to venture into the Grand Line.
"Me too, I want to go too!!!"
The wooden stairs suddenly shook, and an orange-haired girl ran down with a clatter, her graceful figure as light as a bird, sliding down the last few steps of the handrail with a swish while raising her hand in excitement, "Don't forget about this beautiful girl, humph, remember, I'm the only navigator, you can't just leave me behind!"
"No messing around."
Shano flicked her forehead, "You're not even an adult yet, what's a child doing in this mess."
Men reach adulthood at eighteen, women at sixteen; Nojiko and Kuina are the same age and have just reached the age of adulthood this year.
While Nami is only fourteen, she still has to sit at the kids' table with Zoro and Sanji, there's still a ways to go.
"Child? Who's a child here?"
Nami puffed up in anger, about to puff out her chest to prove her point when Shano gave her a black face glare, causing her to shrink back with a quick eye-roll, then suddenly groan as she clutched her belly and sat on the sofa.
"Miss Nami!" Sanji slid into place on his knees, crouching in front of Nami anxiously, "What is it? Are you unwell?"
"When did you start acting like this?"
Zoro looked at him with disdain, "Still the same blockhead as before. It's that thing, you know, girls come of age, that thing comes along! Kuina beat me for the first time because of that unexpected visit."
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Kuina's face flushed red, furious as she reached out to scratch Zoro.
"Everyone's here, watch what you say! Besides, wasn't that just once? Don't forget that afterward, I beat you three thousand times!!!"