Shirou's Thirty Million Avatars

"Imitation Fruit?"

Clap, clap...!

Doflamingo clapped repeatedly, laughing. "I like dealing with smart people—saves a lot of talking."

"Who do you plan to have impersonate me? Even with the Imitation Fruit, daily habits, speech patterns—those are hard to fake, aren't they?"

"True enough. So, after I kill you, I'll hold a selection match within the family overnight. The winner gets the Imitation Fruit and becomes the new head of the Adventurer's Guild."

"Good. You've just saved your own life."

Shirou chuckled lightly. He'd been looking for the Imitation Fruit, and now it was practically handed to him.

"Doflamingo, since you've brought me a gift, I'll spare you today. But besides the Imitation Fruit, you owe me ten Devil Fruits as compensation."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Can't you see the gap in our strength?" Doflamingo sneered.

"No, the one who can't see the gap is you."

Shirou said no more and walked forward slowly.

With each step, his Conqueror's Haki and Dragon's Pressure grew stronger.

The floor suddenly cracked. Walls and ceiling splintered with one fissure after another.

"How can he be this strong? He's just some rookie who just set sail!"

Doflamingo gritted his teeth, forcing down the physical and mental discomfort. He raised both hands, fingers curled like claws, and slashed through the air repeatedly.

With the motion of his hands, countless invisible threads cut through the air, lashing against Shirou's body.

But it had no effect.

Shirou stared at him expressionlessly, clenched his right fist, and threw a punch.

Bam!

Doflamingo flew backward, crashing into the wall, several bones snapping on impact.

Another punch.

Bam!!

Punch after punch. In no time, Doflamingo's face was swollen like a pig's head. His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, but not a trace of regret.

That expression oddly gave Shirou the feeling that Doflamingo still thought he was the winner, as if everything was going according to plan.

"Looks like I need to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Shirou's mind stirred, and his pupils instantly shifted into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

A red light shot from his left eye, straight into Doflamingo.

As the light entered his body, Doflamingo began to change.

His body shrank, his height dropped. A bulge formed on his chest. His skin grew smooth, his short hair lengthened, and the swelling on his face faded.

"What did you do to me?"

Hearing his own voice turn unnaturally shrill, almost like a woman's, Doflamingo's face twisted in terror.

"Bastard! What kind of ability is this? What... what happened to me?"

"Hahaha... That look suits your outfit, Doflamingo." Shirou laughed heartily.

Chapter 45: There's Always a Clone That Likes to Stir Trouble

Section 45, Chapter 45: There's Always a Clone That Likes to Stir Trouble

"You...!"

Doflamingo suppressed his rage and asked, "What do you want? What do I have to do to get you to change me back?"

"Spilled water can't be gathered up again."

Shirou looked her over from head to toe and said with a light smile, "Live the rest of your life as a woman, Doflamingo."

"Ten—I'll add ten more Devil Fruits!"

"I like someone who knows when to yield. But unfortunately, I can only turn men into women. I can't reverse it."

"Fifteen!"

"Don't believe me? But I'm not lying."

Shirou said no more. As he turned to leave, he paused and added flatly, "Within three days, deliver the Imitation Fruit and three other Devil Fruits to me. Otherwise, I'll show you what hell really looks like."

Behind him, Doflamingo gritted her teeth, eyes blazing with fury. Several times she thought about attacking from behind, but never made a move.

As she stood up, feeling the shorter perspective and the unmistakable feminine curves on her chest, Doflamingo's rage peaked. She couldn't help slamming her fist into the wall.

Boom!

"Damn it! Even your strength has gotten weaker?"

Where did someone this powerful come from? Why had he never heard of them before?

Until now, Doflamingo had always thought that the so-called Adventurer's Guild master, since he was willing to cooperate with the Celestial Dragons, must be a spineless coward.

There were countless such people in the world, at most as strong as a Navy Vice Admiral.

That was why he set up this scheme, to test the waters.

But the result ended up backfiring on him.

On the other side.

Walking on the way to the inn, the Celestial Dragon beside him suddenly burst out laughing for no reason.

This surprised Borsalino, who remarked:

"Did you think of something funny? Why not share it, so I can laugh along too?"

"Nothing, just remembered something amusing."

Because the Water Clone Jutsu had been dispelled, the clone's memories flooded into his mind. Recalling Doflamingo turned into a woman, Shirou couldn't help but laugh.

He had to admit, female Doflamingo really suited his usual outfit.

After laughing to himself for a while, Shirou turned his gaze to the CP0 member leading the way on the left and asked:

"Are we not at the inn yet?"

"About five or six minutes away. If you're tired, I can carry you there."

The CP0 member stopped, bowed his head slightly, and spoke with a mix of respect and seriousness.

"No need, it's just a few steps. I'm not that fragile."

Shirou glanced around at the desolate street-side shops and mused:

"There's hardly anyone on the street. Is Mock Town always this quiet?"

"Probably because all those noisy pirates are already dead by the docks," Borsalino said casually.

Impossible!

When the clone went to teach Doflamingo a lesson earlier, the streets were clearly packed with people and full of noise.

Shirou subtly observed the CP0 agents and the Navy Vice Admiral beside him, thinking to himself:

It must be because of them.

With these guys around, even sightseeing becomes boring.

Once we get to the inn, I'll have a clone sneak out, transform into someone else, and go explore the streets.

The best place for news is naturally a bar or something similar.

As night fell and the moon slowly rose, Shirou, using the Transformation Technique to take on the appearance of a plain-faced young man, walked slowly into the Mock Town bar.

Inside, a group of rough-looking men were drinking and chatting.

Many wore dirty clothes, their hair looking like it hadn't been washed in days, giving the bar a faint stench of sweat.

Shirou frowned unconsciously, sat down at a relatively clean spot, and ordered the most expensive drink.

'So this is what real pirates are like. Well, fresh water is precious on a ship, so ordinary pirates rarely get to bathe or change clothes.'

'Good thing I didn't set out alone before. Otherwise, I'd have to wash my own clothes. Nowhere near as comfortable as this.'

Just then, Shirou felt someone approaching him.

Under his Observation Haki, the other's movements slowed to a crawl.

A grimy, oversized hand was reaching for his shoulder.

So dirty!

Shirou grabbed a chopstick from the bamboo holder on the table, blocked the man's hand, and said coldly:

"Don't touch me!"

At those words, many eyes in the bar turned toward him.

"Looks like a young noble who just left home."

"His skin's so pale! Could it be a woman disguised as a man?"

"Teach him a lesson. Let him know this isn't a place for nobles!"

Amid the jeers, Shirou turned his head. Beside him stood a burly middle-aged man, staring at him with a strange look, as if he were fish on a chopping block.

"Kid! I'm in a bad mood today. If you're willing to buy me a drink, I can guarantee you'll leave this bar safely."

"Is that so..."

Shirou let out a soft sigh, suddenly starting to understand something.

In all those novels he'd read before, why did the protagonist always stir up trouble every time they arrived somewhere new?

Thinking back, the reason was actually simple: the protagonist stood out from everyone around them, a complete outlier.

And outliers, naturally, got rejected.

"A place like this really isn't for me."

Seeing Shirou stand up, the man's face twisted with anger as he reached out a grimy hand again.

"Kid! Who said you could leave?"

Shirou stopped, turning his head to look back.

In an instant!

Conqueror's Haki burst forth, and everyone inside the bar collapsed to the ground.

He came in high spirits, only to leave disappointed.

Shirou walked out of the bar with little enthusiasm, sweeping Observation Haki across the island in a flash, then changed direction and strolled off slowly.

"I really hate this kind of place. Sorry, original, but I can't do the task you gave me. I'll just go bully Doflamingo instead."

When you're in a bad mood, you need to do something fun to lift your spirits.

And right now, there was a good laugh waiting for him on the island.

So, Water Clone Shirou abandoned the shopping mission and headed straight for Doflamingo on the dock.

"Who are you?"

On the dock, Monet, who was directing her subordinates to load supplies onto the ship, suddenly noticed a woman wearing the same kind of coat as Doflamingo, slowly approaching with that distinctive strut of his.