One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

"alright."

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts and unable to extricate themselves from the enormous shock, Lynn's clear, childlike voice rang out.

He clapped his hands, seemingly announcing the end of the old game.

"Dad, here's the toy for you. Take good care of it."

"Oh ho ho ho! Of course! Young Master!" Kaido puffed out his chest and responded loudly, like a primary school student who had been praised by his teacher.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction, then looked around at his "subordinates" below, each with their own distinct expressions, including the Soul Society captains still kneeling on the ground and the Arrancar standing to the side with complex expressions.

His pure golden eyes gleamed with the light of having found new fun.

"Now, let's play a new game!"

He announced crisply.

"A new...game?"

Upon hearing this word, everyone's heart skipped a beat, from the Beast Pirates' executives to the Whitebeard Pirates' captain, and even the Grim Reaper and Arrancar who had just surrendered.

They looked up at the "demon child" with an innocent smile on his face, but a chilling feeling welled up in their hearts.

Each of his "games" signifies a subversion of rules and a shock to the world.

What will it be this time?

### Chapter 255: The Reorganization of the Zero Division, an Absurd Game!

Lynn's "New Game" manifesto was like a boulder thrown into a still lake, stirring up violent ripples in everyone's hearts. Fear, curiosity, numbness... all sorts of emotions intertwined and spread among the crowd.

They had witnessed too many times just how outrageous this two-year-old's "game" really was.

"You are all my subordinates now." Lynn hovered in mid-air, pointing his little finger at the Shinigami below, then across the Arrancar, and finally landing on the pirate army he had brought. "There are too many people, and their names are all over the place. What's with all this talk about the Gotei 13 and the Espada? It doesn't sound fun at all."

He wrinkled his little nose, seemingly quite unhappy with the titles.

"Therefore, we need to regroup! We need to build a new, strongest team!"

Regroup?

Yamamoto Genryusai and Stark, among others, felt a jolt of excitement. This sounded like standard post-war reorganization procedures. Could it be that this child was finally about to establish his own new order?

Just when they thought Lynn would propose some kind of division standard based on strength or function, Lynn's next words caused their thinking to crash once again.

"How do we decide on the group assignments..." Lynn tilted her head, thought seriously for a moment, then clapped her hands, a "I'm so smart!" look on her face. "Let's use this to decide!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge wooden lottery box covered with cartoon patterns appeared out of thin air in front of him.

A lottery box?

Everyone was stunned.

"The rules are simple," Lynn explained in a childlike voice, pointing to the lottery box that was completely out of character for him. "There are many lots of slips in here. Everyone draws one. Those who draw the same color slip are opponents in the same group!"

"An opponent?" A burning desire for battle instantly ignited in Kenpachi Zaraki's single eye. "Oh? You want to fight? That'll be more interesting!"

"No, no, no," Lynn shook his finger, denying his idea, "It's not about fighting."

He cleared his throat and continued, "The two people who are drawn into a pair will have a 'rock, paper, scissors' match! Best two out of three!"

"Rock...paper...scissors?"

Byakuya Kuchiki's lips parted slightly, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face, which had been frozen in time for a thousand years. He even wondered if he had misheard. To decide the fate of these powerful figures who had once held sway over the world with a child's game of "rock, paper, scissors"?