When the fire subsides and the smoke finally vanishes around the rubber pirate, the youthful monk no longer is standing before them. Where once a man stood, the party will find a what appears to be a child-like resemblance to Luffy. Panting heavily, the shrunken lad tries to regain the use of his lungs while heavy, rapid breaths fill his smaller chest with air.

His voice, when he speaks, has drastically changed. Sounding more like a pipsqueak than ever, he turns around while holding a hand to the hat atop his sized-down head.

"That.. That was a close one.."

He blinks curiously at his burnt hand, staring at it for a moment before he realizes why it's been charred a deep black.

".. OWWW~!! MY HAND!!"