One Piece: Winged Dragon of the Beasts Pirates

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Shimotsuki Gyuumaru hissed angrily, "I thought you, Madam Shi, had some profound insights. If you insist on waiting until you're absolutely certain of victory before taking action, then you might as well go play house!"

Kozuki Toki looked excited, "Lord Ushimaru—"

"Alright, Mrs. Shi,"

Fuyuki Yuki shook his head. "If you stand idly by while your own country is in peril, what kind of warrior are you? What kind of man are you?"

Speechless under the bright moon.

"This may be the best opportunity in who knows how many years to come."

Amatsuki Tenfuro said seriously, "Although Oden is dead, Orochi was also killed by Kaido, and he handed over the position of Shogun to a child. The Flower Capital must be in chaos now."

"There won't be a better chance. The Beasts Pirates will only get stronger! Unless Oden can be resurrected."

"..."

Kozuki was speechless.

She sensed resentment in the words of several prominent figures.

Yes, if Oden were still alive, if Oden had waited a little longer, if Oden hadn't been deceived, wouldn't everything have been different?

She was overcome with grief.

We couldn't stop them; we couldn't stop the warriors from bravely facing their deaths.

Oden, it's all our fault.

Chapter 30 The Final Battle (Please read on!!)

2024-06-04

Flower Capital, Castle Tower, on a terrace on one of its floors.

Ian transformed into a golden-armored winged man, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

With his right hand outstretched upwards and his left hand gripping his right wrist, a ball of golden flame surged from his palm, dancing continuously before Ian's eyes.

Ian frowned, his eyes fixed on the flames before him.

He is practicing.

I don't understand what willpower is at all.

But since it's called willpower, it must be related to mental strength, right?

Ian is now trying his best to focus his mental energy on the flame in his hand.

Concentrate, concentrate again, think of nothing, let your heart be completely filled with the flame in your hand.

To have complete control over the flames.

Ian almost stopped breathing.

"call--"

He suddenly let out a long sigh of relief.

It's totally useless.

It's definitely not that easy to get started.

But the method should be correct.

Ultimately, isn't willpower just the power of thought? Focusing your attention should be the right approach.

Take it slow, you'll succeed eventually.

"Your Majesty Ian!"

Fukuroku arrived in a hurry and knelt on one knee in front of Ian. "We have found out that the rebels from the three villages have joined forces and are camped at the border between the Flower Capital and Udon. They should launch an attack tomorrow."

Ian reverted to human form. "Have the troops assembled?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Fu Lu Shou nodded and said, "We can strike at any time."

His plan was to launch a night attack while the enemy was resting, and that would decide the outcome in one battle.

"Then let's set off tomorrow morning."

That's what Ian said.

Fu Lu Shou didn't understand.

No matter how you look at it, a night raid is much easier to win than a head-on confrontation, right?

"Yes."

However, he still nodded respectfully.

He was just a ninja; all he needed to do was obey orders.

Ian's idea was actually very simple: since those ordinary soldiers were insignificant, the real opponents were only those few daimyo.

Going early or late makes no difference, so why not get a good night's sleep?

"I'll go prepare now."

Fu Lu Shou (福禄寿) take their leave.

Ian watched the guy's departing figure.

To be fair, although he's a fence-sitter, his professional skills are truly outstanding; he handles all tasks assigned to him in an orderly manner.

Ian was about to continue his workout when he suddenly raised an eyebrow as a small, red horn appeared from the edge of the door frame.

A slight smile played on his lips. "Come out."

"hey-hey!"

Yamato's happy face peeked out from behind the door. "I heard you!"

"Huh? What?"

Ian looked bewildered and asked, "What did you hear?"

Don't try to fool me!

Yamato strode over with a huff, looking down at Ian. "I heard you! Ian, you're going to do something really interesting, right!"

"I! Want! To! Go! Too!"

She spoke word by word.

Ian pursed his lips. "That's not fun at all."

How could war possibly be interesting?

Killing was never something that would make Ian happy.

"Moreover, it would be very dangerous."

Ian looked intently into the girl's golden pupils.

I'm fine. Even if I can't win, with my defense and flight ability, no one can stop me from running away.

But this girl won't do.

She is indeed exceptionally talented, but she is still too young and her strength is still too weak.

"That's precisely why I'm going along!"

Yamato replied matter-of-factly, "How can I let you face the danger alone!"

Ian's lips twitched slightly.

I'm very touched, but is it possible that taking you along would actually make things more dangerous?

"I don't care anyway!"

Yamato sniffed, plopped down next to Ian, grabbed Ian's arm tightly, and puffed out his cheeks. "I want to go with you! I won't let go unless you agree!"

She truly meant what she said; when Ian went to take a shower, she was ready to sneak into the bathhouse.

Ian could only be considered a dirty thing for the time being, after all, Yamato had never considered himself a boy.

When it was time to sleep, she unceremoniously crawled into Ian's bed, and she even argued, "It's been a long time since I've slept with Ian! We used to sleep together all the time!"

Because you're growing up, little girl.

When they were four or five years old, we could sleep together and I could tell them stories, but that's not appropriate as they get older.

Wait a minute, even Kai-sensei has never spoiled Yamato like this, right? Could it be that I'm the one playing the role of her father?

Ian thought to himself, but said aloud, "Because I'm afraid you'll wet the bed."

This girl has exceptionally high sleep quality; once she falls asleep, it's very difficult for her to wake up, which is why she often wet the bed when she was little.

"Humph!"

Instead of feeling ashamed, Yamato proudly raised his chin and said, "I haven't wet the bed in a long time!"

Is this something to be proud of?

“Ian!!”

Yamato shook Ian's arm vigorously, "Let me go! I want to go too!"

She's so clingy.

That makes sense, since she was two years old, they've never been apart.

Ian would certainly not feel at ease if she were to do anything dangerous.

"Okay, okay,"

Ian finally grew a little impatient. "Go ask Mr. Kai. If he agrees, I have no objection."

"Great!"

Yamato jumped up instantly, "I'm going to ask Dad right now!"