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!"
Capítulo 332: Chapter 332: A chance
(T/N: There is now a p.atreon for this work, and any new work I add will be dropped there first. check it out for an early release of up to 30 chapters edited smoothly. https://www.p.atreon.com/INeedRest)
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Queen swallowed hard; his gaze fixed on the massive sword hovering near him.
If Madara's hand so much as twitched, the 100-meter-long blade would impale him on the spot.
"Madara-san! Please don't be impulsive!" Queen hurried to say, sweat dripping down his face.
"We can talk this out! Kaido-sama will be here at any moment now—there's no need for any unnecessary bloodshed!"
Unlike Jack the Drought, Queen was a coward through and through.
He was keenly aware of his limits and never picked fights with anyone stronger than him.
His personality, built on bullying the weak and fearing the strong, disgusted anyone with a sense of honor. But he didn't so much care for that.
From where he stood high above, Uchiha Madara's sharp eyes flashed with contempt.
Compared to Queen's sniveling demeanor, Madara found himself harboring a grudging respect for Jack's reckless audacity.
At least Jack had the nerve to face him head-on.
"Pathetic," Madara muttered, retracting his blade.
Engaging with someone as unworthy as Queen was a waste of his time and energy.
He dispersed his Susanoo and landed on the ground, his expression as calm as ever.
"Where is Kaido?" he demanded, his voice carrying the weight of authority.
Queen, feeling the sword's absence for the first time, nearly collapsed in relief.
Gasping for air, he quickly replied, "He's on his way! Kaido-sama should arrive any moment now!"
Looking around at the devastated General's Mansion, Madara turned his gaze to the dancers and oiran present.
His lips curled into a faint smirk as he took a seat amidst the ruins.
Holding his chin with one hand, he said coolly, "I noticed it was lively here earlier. Don't stop on my account. Continue."
The crowd exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do.
"Huh?" Madara's piercing gaze swept across them, his tone turning ice-cold.
"Did you not hear me? Keep the music playing. Continue the dancing!"
Queen, jolted by fear, immediately yelled, "Get moving! Prepare a new banquet for Madara-san! Komurasaki, what are you doing? Start performing instantly!"
Forgetting his usual gentle and caring tone toward Komurasaki, Queen barked orders with uncharacteristic rudeness.
The surviving attendants of the Shogun Mansion scrambled to prepare another lavish feast, their hands trembling as they worked.
Soon, the ruined mansion played host to an unsettling banquet.
Komurasaki, her hands delicately strumming the strings of her instrument, cast furtive glances at Madara.
Who was this man? Why was Queen—one of Kaido's Three Calamities—reduced to a trembling wreck in his presence? And why didn't the Six Flying Headliners or Kurozumi Orochi dare to so much as raise their heads against him?
'What's going on?' she had so many questions in her mind.
Could this be the savior her mother had prophesied for Wano?
'No,' Komurasaki shook her head, dismissing the thought.
It wasn't time yet.
Her mother had said that their salvation would come twenty years in the future.
'In 20 years…'
The same doubts plagued Orochi.
Turning to Kyoshiro, he whispered, "Who is this man?"
Keeping his movements discreet, Kyoshiro cautiously explained who Uchiha Madara was.
Orochi's face went pale as the weight of his opponent's identity sank in.
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The banquet stretched on into the evening.
Queen, who had been forced to dance non-stop, was drenched in sweat, his body aching from head to toe.
'Kaido-sama, where are you?' he lamented silently.
'If I keep going, my legs will give out'
'Even worse, I'll lose my charm and charisma!'
Finally, Madara raised his head, catching Komurasaki's attention.
She had been on the verge of stopping, her fingers sore from playing for hours.
It was at that moment that the sound of rushing wind filled the air.
A massive dragon silhouette appeared in the night sky, its roar reverberating through the ruined place.
Kaido had arrived.
Despite being visibly intoxicated, Kaido had managed to sober up slightly upon hearing about today's gathering.
Yet, as he approached the Mansion, he was greeted with an unexpected sight.
The once-pristine mansion was reduced to rubble.
Komurasaki played her music while Queen—one of his most fearsome lieutenants—danced awkwardly, his movements painful to watch.
The rest of the Flying Six and Kurozumi Orochi clapped along like fools.
At the center of it all sat a man with long black hair and crimson armor, casually sipping wine as if he owned the place.
Kaido blinked.
He was so stunned by the absurdity of the scene that he sobered up almost entirely.
"Queen! What the hell is going on here?!" Kaido roared, his draconic voice shaking the ground.
Transforming into his human form mid-descent, Kaido landed with a thunderous crash, creating a massive crater beneath him.
"Kaido-sama!" Queen wailed, running toward him like a child seeking comfort.
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he cried, "That bastard Uchiha Madara! He nearly killed us all!"
Kaido's expression darkened at the mention of Madara's name.
Despite his drunken haze, the name was enough to make him pause.
Before Queen could continue his whining, Kaido sent him flying with a powerful kick.
Turning to Madara, he snarled, "So, Uchiha Madara... did you come here looking for a fight?"
Madara stood up, dusted off his armor, and shook his head.
"No, I didn't come here to fight you."
Kaido narrowed his eyes.
"Then why are you here?"
Madara smirked, stepping forward. "I came to give you a chance."
"A chance?" Kaido's interest was piqued. "What kind of chance? Are you here to propose some sort of deal?"
Madara's smirk widened.
"No, I'm here to give you a chance... to be my underling."
The air grew heavy with tension.
Everyone froze, their eyes darting between Kaido and Madara in disbelief.
This guy sure had balls of steel.
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