Capítulo 330: Chapter 330: So Weak!
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Uchiha Madara's sharp Sharingan observed the movements of the elephant-headed warship from afar.
He couldn't help but smirk.
This poor fellow didn't know what he was dealing with.
"When you saw me, instead of running away, you're coming straight at me? Bold, to the least. I, admire your courage."
A small smile crept across Madara's face.
Thanks to the intel provided by Doflamingo, he knew exactly who was on board—the infamous Jack the Drought, one of the top three officers in the Beasts Pirates.
"Perfect," Madara mused.
"He can lead me right to this Kaido fellow."
In the next instant, a massive blue Susanoo emerged around Madara, its towering form rising into the sky.
In its hand, a long, narrow sword of pure chakra condensed, radiating power.
Madara wasn't one to waste time.
"Let's say hello first."
With a slightly evil smile, Madara swung the sword.
A devastating slash erupted, slicing through the sea.
The water plummeted tens of meters, forming a cascading waterfall in the sea as the sword energy raced toward the warship.
The massive attack showcased Madara's versatility.
Known for his unparalleled Sharingan abilities, he was also a master of ninjutsu, taijutsu, and kenjutsu.
Even against someone like Senju Hashirama, his skills had always been formidable.
This casual slash was leagues beyond what most swordsmen could achieve, and with the added strength of his Susanoo, it rivaled even the legendary Hawkeye of this world.
On the ship, chaos broke out as Jack and his crew watched the incoming attack.
The sheer scale of the slash made escape impossible.
Jack, however, didn't flinch.
With a powerful leap, he soared into the air, his Zoan Devil Fruit abilities activating mid-jump.
His form transformed into a gigantic mammoth, tusks gleaming as he braced for impact.
Boom!
The slash struck Jack head-on, sending him hurtling into the sea below.
Blood spurted from his wound as his massive form splashed down.
The warship itself was obliterated, reduced to scattered debris that quickly sank beneath the waves.
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From a distance, Madara frowned.
His Susanoo's wings flared as he flew closer to inspect his handiwork.
His sensory abilities picked up Jack's faint life force beneath the water, so he scooped him up.
Jack, now reverted to his humanoid form, hung limp in Madara's grasp.
"Why are you so weak?" Madara muttered, his tone laced with disdain.
"You're worth a billion-berry bounty? That attack wasn't even serious."
Despite his pain, anger flickered in Jack's eyes.
Zoan fruits granted immense vitality, and his injuries were already healing.
With a roar, he tried to break free from the Susanoo's grip, but Madara simply tightened his hold.
"Don't move," Madara commanded coldly.
The fingers squeezed, and the sickening sound of bones breaking filled the air.
Jack's screams echoed as his body was crushed, his abilities unable to dull the pain.
Madara stared at him with disgust.
"Compared to that red-haired man's lieutenant, you're not even worthy of carrying his sandals."
His gaze drifted to Jack's massive tusks.
A thought struck him: ivory this large could fetch a considerable price.
But before indulging in such trivialities, Madara needed information.
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Using the Sharingan's genjutsu, Madara extracted everything Jack knew.
The Beasts Pirates' stronghold was Onigashima Island, Kaido's lair.
Jack also mentioned the Flower Capital, where Wanokuni's General Kurozumi Orochi often met with Kaido.
After some thought, Madara decided to head for the Flower Capital first.
He was curious about Wanokuni and figured that even if Kaido wasn't there, his actions would draw the tyrant out.
Dragging the broken Jack along, Madara took to the skies, leaving the shipwrecked crew to fend for themselves in the sea.
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It didn't take long for them to reach the land.
Wanokuni was unlike any other place Madara had seen.
The outer sea was surrounded by towering cliffs and cascading waterfalls, making entry almost impossible for ordinary ships.
Beyond the waterfalls lay the vast inland sea, where the main island of Wanokuni and Onigashima were located.
As he flew over the region, Madara observed the land below.
Villages and towns dotted the landscape, but the poverty was palpable.
The people were gaunt, their faces hollow, moving about like lifeless husks.
The sight irritated Madara.
From below, villagers looked up at the Susanoo's colossal form.
Some the very moment they spotted him, knelt in prayer, mistaking him for a deity sent to deliver them from their suffering.
"Mistaking me for a god? How absurd." Madara scoffed, though the comparison stirred something in him.
The scene reminded him of the Warring States period, where civilians suffered endlessly under the tyranny of constant conflict.
Madara clenched his fists.
The flame of his old ideals—the dream of peace he once shared with Hashirama—burned faintly within him.
Yet, his resolve remained cold and sharp.
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Finally, Madara arrived at the Flower Capital.
Unlike the rest of Wanokuni, this place was vibrant and colorful, its streets bustling with activity.
But beneath the surface lay the same oppression and despair.
Madara's Susanoo descended, casting a massive shadow over the city.
He landed in the heart of the capital, his presence sending waves of fear and curiosity through the people.
"Let's see what's special about this 'Kaido' ruling this land," he muttered, his crimson Sharingan gleaming as he prepared for what lay ahead.
Capítulo 331: Chapter 331: Repeat That For Me
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The Flower Capital of Wano truly lives up to its name.
Amidst the desolation of the surrounding regions, this city sparkled like a jewel.
Its streets, adorned with vibrant flowers, stood in stark contrast to the barren and war-torn lands of Wano.
Ancient architecture intertwined with bursts of color created a breathtaking view, encapsulating the essence of beauty.
Yet today, the bustling capital was even more lively than usual.
The Mansion, perched at the highest and most visible point of the city, echoed with laughter and music.
This was no ordinary day—it was the day Shogun Kurozumi Orochi hosted a banquet in honor of Kaido of the Beasts.
These banquets were more than simple festivities.
For Orochi, they were strategic opportunities to tighten his alliance with Kaido, a bond necessary to eradicate the remnants of Kozuki Oden's loyal samurai who still resisted his rule.
Queen, one of Kaido's top officers, was also in attendance.
Typically stationed in the Udon prison, he had made a rare exception for this event.
And for good reason—Orochi had invited Wano's famed oiran, Komurasaki, whose beauty and grace were said to be unmatched.
The mention of Komurasaki's presence had been enough to make Queen abandon his usual duties and arrive with eager anticipation.
Inside the lavish banquet hall, Komurasaki, clad in an exquisite kimono, played her shamisen with closed eyes, her fingers moving gracefully along the strings.
The hauntingly beautiful melody filled the air, captivating the audience.
Yet, curiously, the dancers who usually supported her performance stood awkwardly in a corner, their unease visible.
And then, the reason became apparent—a towering, rotund man was the center of attention.
Queen, with an enthusiasm disproportionate to his bulky frame, was dancing flamboyantly in the middle of the room. His grotesque yet oddly nimble movements contrasted sharply with the elegance of Komurasaki's music.
As her performance ended, applause thundered through the hall.
"Marvelous!" Orochi exclaimed, clapping loudly despite the clear disgust he tried to mask.
"I had heard rumors that Queen, one of the All-Stars, was as skilled in dancing as in combat. Seeing it today, I can confidently say that you exceed expectations!"
The other guests chimed in with exaggerated praise.
"Indeed! Queen-sama's way of dancing is unique—every performance feels like an entirely new creation!"
"Such a perfect pairing! Queen-sama's lively steps alongside Komurasaki's divine music—it's as if the heavens themselves orchestrated this moment!"
Flattered by the attention, Queen turned to Komurasaki with a beaming smile.
"Komurasaki, my dear, I created this special dance just for you! Tell me, did you enjoy it?"
Komurasaki forced a polite smile, hiding her discomfort.
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, a deafening explosion shook the building.
"What is going on?!" Orochi barked, his irritation clear.
Outside, shouts and clashes of steel could be heard as chaos erupted.
The samurai and guards scrambled, their cries filling the air.
The commotion grew louder, and moments later, a massive fireball crashed into the building, engulfing the guards outside in flames. Amid the rising smoke and flames, a silhouette emerged—a figure walking steadily toward the mansion.
"Who is this short runt?" Queen scoffed, his mocking laughter filling the hall.
"Shogun Orochi, it seems your samurai aren't as competent as you claim if they can't even handle one small intruder."
Orochi, his face twisted in anger, growled.
"Hmph! It's probably just another rogue Kozuki loyalist. Kyoshiro, deal with it!"
Standing beside Orochi, Kyoshiro nodded solemnly.
But beneath his calm demeanor, a storm brewed in his mind.
Known secretly as Denjiro, one of Kozuki Oden's most trusted retainers, he had spent years posing as Orochi's subordinate, all in preparation for a certain moment.
If this intruder was truly a Kozuki samurai, how could he ensure their survival while maintaining his cover?
Outside, the smoke began to clear, revealing the intruder's identity.
A flicker of crimson light shone in the figure's eyes.
It was Madara Uchiha.
Queen's earlier insult echoed in Madara's mind: short runt.
It hit a nerve.
Height had always been a sensitive topic for Madara, who often found himself comparing his stature to his rival Hashirama's.
It was one of the few battles he consistently lost.
He wasn't short per se, he was just shorter than the one who mattered.
And in this world that was even further of a problem, because everyone here was so freakishly tall.
Irritation flickered across Madara's face as a skeletal arm formed beside him, conjured by his formidable chakra.
In an instant, the arm struck the mansion, toppling the entire structure.
The guests screamed as they tumbled to the ground, the once-grand hall reduced to rubble.
"You idiot! You nearly crushed Komurasaki!" Queen roared, scrambling to his feet.
But as he caught a proper look at the intruder's face, his anger morphed into terror.
"Uchiha... Madara?!"
Queen's voice cracked as he recognized the legendary figure before him.
But, as soon as he said that, panic spread among the Beast Pirates as they realized who had appeared in their midst.
The stories were famous enough for them to hear them.
Madara had clashed with the Marines and fought Uchiha Sasuke and the Golden Fox Admiral to a standstill over the course of three grueling days.
Queen's earlier bravado vanished.
His massive frame trembled as sweat poured down his face.
He forced a nervous grin, stammering, "W-what an honor to meet you, Uchiha Madara-san! To what do we owe this pleasure?"
Madara stepped closer, his crimson eyes locking onto Queen.
The oppressive weight of his presence alone made the room feel suffocating.
"Didn't you call me a short runt earlier?" Madara asked, his voice calm but laced with menace.
"N-no, of course not!" Queen stammered, desperately backpedaling.
"I was talking about Orochi fool! Look at him—he's the only short one here I can see!" He jabbed a finger at the stunned Shogun, who stood frozen in confusion.
Madara's lips curled into a cold smirk.
"Heh."
As his Mangekyō Sharingan flared, a towering, 100-meter-tall Susanoo materialized around him, its ethereal form radiating overwhelming power.
The colossal figure raised a sword, pointing it directly at Queen.
The pirate, now reduced to a quivering mess, could only stare in terror as Madara's voice echoed like thunder from the heavens.
"Say it again!"
"Repeat your words now!"
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