Dropping from the sky with Kalifa, Chiga sized up Yamato's outfit and immediately saw through it—this girl was a die-hard Oden fangirl. She'd copied that idiot's clothing style down to the last detail.
Thankfully, Yamato was easy on the eyes. The outfit didn't look too bad on her. But on Oden? He looked absolutely ridiculous.
Thinking this, Chiga smiled faintly and asked,
"Should I call you Yamato or Kozuki Oden?"
As he said the name Kozuki Oden, a faint purple gleam flashed in his eyes.
Yamato's pupils contracted the moment she heard those names. Who was this guy? How did he know she called herself Kozuki Oden—and more importantly, how did he know her real name?
Still, she stood her ground and declared boldly,
She puffed out her chest with pride, acting like she'd just said the most righteous name in the world.
Behind Chiga, Kalifa sighed. She knew her boss couldn't stand Kozuki Oden—he practically despised the man. Now this Yamato girl was proudly declaring herself to be him? This wasn't going to end well.
Sure enough, just as Yamato raised her voice, Chiga suddenly vanished and reappeared in front of her, driving a punch straight into her stomach. The impact was so brutal that the shape of his fist could be seen bulging from her back.
He didn't even use his Sublimation Armament—just regular Busoshoku Haki. But even that was more than Yamato could handle.
Her face turned purple on impact. She doubled over, clutching her stomach and staggering backward. The pain left her completely speechless.
Once it dulled a little, she looked up at Chiga in shock.
She had been beaten by Kaido countless times since childhood, and her endurance was nothing to scoff at. But this punch—it had broken through all her defenses. How could someone this young be so strong?
Looking at his face, which looked even younger than hers, Yamato found it hard to believe. Even her idol Oden hadn't been , right?
Clenching her stomach, she asked through gritted teeth,
Chiga looked at her calmly and said,
"Marine Vice Admiral. Purple Kirin."
"Marine? You're here to capture my father? Just you and that woman?"
"I'm not bothering with your father yet. But when I do, I alone will be enough."
Yamato was stunned. As arrogant as his words were, she couldn't deny his strength. He was clearly leagues above her. But Kaido? That was a different story. Her father was a Yonko.
"You have no idea how terrifying he is," she said seriously. "If you're alone, you should leave. Come back with reinforcements."
Chiga was speechless. This was next-level filial piety. Kaido, you really raised a precious little darling.
Moved by her devotion, Chiga raised his Haki-coated fist again—time to reward this thoughtful daughter with another "pat."
Seeing this, Yamato gritted her teeth and raised her kanabo across her midsection. With Chiga's speed, dodging wasn't an option—defense was all she had.
But this time, Chiga changed tactics. He wasn't aiming for her stomach.
A dull thud rang out as he drove his fist into her chest. Yamato dropped to her knees in pain, her kanabo falling beside her.
This punch was clearly stronger than the last—her face went pale.
Behind him, Kalifa instinctively shielded her own chest and gave Chiga a horrified look. Her boss was getting more and more dangerous. She'd have to warn Ain to be careful.
Unfazed by her expression, Chiga examined his fist, as if admiring the sensation. It was like punching into a dense cushion.
Yamato was a tall woman—about 2.6 meters thanks to Kaido's genes—and solidly built, with not a bit of unnecessary fat.
Glaring at him while clutching her chest, Yamato shouted bitterly,
"You... where did you just hit!?"
Chiga looked at her in mock surprise.
"What? Aren't you Kozuki Oden? That's a name for a real man. But with a chest like that, you can't even take one punch?"
He continued, ignoring her reddening face,
"Or are you just a fake? A woman named Yamato pretending to be Oden?"
It was a deliberate jab. He knew she was female but still mocked her insistence on calling herself Oden.
Yamato was furious. Her cheeks turned bright red. She wanted to refute him.
Yes, she had been raised as a boy by Kaido. Yes, she idolized Oden and identified as male. But she hadn't forgotten she was biologically female.
The "hardware" was there, after all—undeniable.
Anyone with eyes could see she was a girl. He knew it, and he still hit her there. What a jerk!
But the image of herself proudly puffing out her chest while calling herself Kozuki Oden was still fresh in her mind. What could she say in response? Anything would just make her look like a hypocrite.
So Yamato kept her mouth shut and knelt there silently, refusing to look at Chiga's smug expression.
But Chiga wasn't going to let her off so easily. A fangirl needed to be "educated" early.
After all, the man she idolized wasn't a "legend"—he was more like a "chimp."
Those two punches were the start—meant to force her to face reality: She was a woman.
But that lesson wasn't over. The results hadn't shown yet. There was no backing down now.
The road to proper education was long and arduous!
With that noble thought in mind, Chiga once again looked at Yamato's trembling chest. His fist began to glow with Haki.
Yamato sensed something and looked up. When she saw the Haki glowing around Chiga's fist, she paled.
If she took one more punch, even the mountains would flatten.
Tears welled in her eyes as she screamed,
"I'm not Kozuki Oden! I'm Yamato! I'm a girl! Can't you act like a decent man, you jerk?!"