"Imitation Fruit?"
Clap, clap...!
Doflamingo applauded repeatedly and laughed.
"I like talking to smart people. It saves a lot of breath."
"Who are you planning to have impersonate me? Even with the Imitation Fruit, things like daily habits and manner of speaking would be difficult to fake, wouldn't they?"
"Indeed. So after killing you, I'll hold a selection contest within the family overnight. The winner will receive the Imitation Fruit and become the new president of the Adventurer's Guild."
"Very good. You've successfully saved your own life."
Shirou chuckled. He had been looking for the Imitation Fruit, yet it had been delivered right to his door.
"Doflamingo, since you brought me such a treasure, I won't kill you today. But aside from the Imitation Fruit, you'll need to compensate me with ten Devil Fruits."
"What stupid nonsense are you talking about? Can't you see the gap in strength between us?" Doflamingo sneered.
"No. The one who can't see the gap in strength is you."
Shirou said no more and slowly walked toward him.
With every step, his Conqueror's Haki and Dragon's Pressure grew stronger.
The floor suddenly cracked, and fissures appeared across the walls and ceiling.
"How can he be this strong? He's clearly just some brat who recently set sail!"
Doflamingo gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort in both body and mind as he curled his fingers into claws and swung them repeatedly through the air.
Following the movements of his hands, countless invisible threads sliced through the air and continuously lashed Shirou's body.
Yet they had no effect whatsoever.
Shirou looked at him expressionlessly, clenched his right hand, and threw a punch.
Bang!
Doflamingo was sent flying into the wall, several of his bones snapping in succession.
Another punch.
Bang!!
Punch after punch, and in the blink of an eye, Doflamingo had turned into a swollen-faced mess. His eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, but not the slightest trace of regret.
For some reason, that expression gave Shirou the feeling that Doflamingo was the true winner, as though everything had gone exactly as he expected.
"Looks like I need to teach you a profound lesson, one you'll remember for the rest of your life."
With a thought from Shirou, the pupils in his eyes instantly transformed into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
A red beam shot from his left eye, flying straight toward Doflamingo.
As the light entered his body, Doflamingo's body gradually began to change.
His body shrank, his height decreased, his chest began to swell, his skin became smooth, his short hair gradually grew long, and the swelling on his face faded away.
"What did you do to me?"
When he realized his voice had become unusually shrill, almost like a woman's, Doflamingo's face immediately filled with terror and fury.
"Bastard! What kind of ability is this? I... What happened to me?"
"Hahaha... That look suits your clothes perfectly, Doflamingo." Shirou laughed heartily.
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"You...!"
Doflamingo forcibly suppressed the fury in her heart and asked,
"What do you want? What do I have to do for you to restore me to normal?"
"Spilled water cannot be gathered back up."
Shirou looked her up and down, then said with a light chuckle,
"From now on, live as a woman forever, Doflamingo."
"Ten more! I'll give you ten more Devil Fruits!"
"I like people who know the times, but unfortunately, I can only turn men into women. I can't do the reverse."
"Fifteen!"
"You don't believe me? But I really wasn't lying."
Shirou said no more. As he turned to leave, he stopped and added indifferently,
"Within three days, deliver the Imitation Fruit and three additional Devil Fruits to me. Otherwise, I'll show you what hell is."
Behind him, Doflamingo ground her teeth, her eyes burning with rage. She considered launching a sneak attack several times, but never managed to act.
As she got to her feet, feeling her lowered viewpoint and the obvious feminine features on her chest, Doflamingo was so enraged that she could not help punching the wall.
Rumble!
"Bastard! Even my strength has gotten weaker?"
Where had such a powerful person come from? Why had she never heard of him before?
Previously, Doflamingo had believed that since the so-called president of the Adventurer's Guild was willing to cooperate with the Celestial Dragons, he had to be someone without any backbone.
There were countless people like that on the sea. At most, they would have the strength of a Vice Admiral.
That was why she had arranged this test.
Yet the result had only trapped her in her own scheme.
Elsewhere.
As they walked toward the inn, the Celestial Dragon beside him suddenly started laughing for no apparent reason.
This made Borsalino reveal a curious look.
"Did you think of some joke? Why not share it so I can be happy too?"
"Nothing. I just thought of something amusing."
As the Water Clone Jutsu was released, the clone's memories flooded into his mind. Remembering what Doflamingo looked like as a woman, Shirou could not help laughing.
It had to be said that female Doflamingo truly suited her usual outfit.
After laughing to himself for a while, Shirou turned his gaze toward the CP0 member leading the way ahead to his left and asked,
"Are we not at the inn yet?"
"About five or six more minutes. If you are tired, I can carry you there."
The CP0 member stopped, lowered his head slightly, and spoke with respect and sincerity.
"No need. It's only a few more steps. I'm not that delicate."
Shirou looked around at the deserted shops lining the street and pondered aloud,
"There's hardly anyone on the streets. Was Mock Town always such a deserted place?"
"Probably because all those noisy Pirates at the docks have already died." Borsalino said casually.
Impossible!
On the way there when the clone went to teach Doflamingo a lesson, it had clearly seen many people on the streets. It had been extremely noisy.
Shirou calmly glanced at the CP0 agents and the Vice Admiral beside him, thinking,
So it really is because of them.
With these people around, even sightseeing has become boring.
Once we get to the inn, I'll have a clone sneak out and transform into someone else to wander around.
If one were talking about places with the most convenient access to information, naturally it would be places like bars.
That night, as the moon slowly rose, Shirou, using the Transformation Technique to take on the body of an ordinary-looking young man, slowly walked through the doors of a bar in Mock Town.
Inside the bar, a group of rough-looking men were drinking and chatting.
Many wore filthy clothes, and their hair looked as though it had not been washed for days. A faint smell of sweat filled the tavern.
Shirou unconsciously frowned, sat in a relatively clean spot, and ordered the most expensive drink.
So this is what real Pirates are like. Then again, fresh water is precious aboard a ship. Ordinary Pirates would find it difficult to bathe and change clothes often.
Luckily, I didn't set sail alone before. Otherwise, I'd have to wash my own clothes. How could I be as comfortable as I am now?
Just then, Shirou suddenly sensed someone approaching him.
Under his Observation Haki, the other person's movements immediately slowed.
A filthy large hand was reaching toward his shoulder.
So dirty!
Shirou took a chopstick from the bamboo holder on the table, used it to block the man's hand, and said in a low voice,
"Don't touch me!"
As soon as he said that, many people in the bar turned their gazes toward him.
"Looks like some young noble master who just stepped out into the world."
"His skin is so pale! Could he be a woman disguised as a man?"
"Teach him a lesson. Let him know this isn't a place nobles should come!"
Amid the jeers, Shirou turned his head. Beside him stood a burly middle-aged man, staring at him with an odd expression as though Shirou were fish on a chopping board.
"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."
"I see..."
Shirou sighed softly, suddenly understanding something.
In the many novels he had read before, why did protagonists always run into trouble whenever they arrived somewhere new?
Thinking about it now, the reason was actually simple. The protagonist did not fit in with the people around him at all. He was completely different.
And those who were different would naturally be rejected.
"This kind of place really doesn't suit me."
Seeing Shirou stand up, anger appeared on the man's face. He reached out with his filthy hand again.
"Kid! Who said you could leave?"
Shirou stopped and looked back.
In an instant!
Conqueror's Haki burst forth, and everyone in the bar collapsed to the floor.
He had arrived in high spirits and left disappointed.
Shirou walked out of the bar listlessly. His Observation Haki swept across the island, and he changed direction before walking away slowly.
"This place is truly awful. Sorry, main body, but I can't complete the task you gave me. I'd rather go bully Doflamingo."
When one was in a bad mood, one had to do something interesting to change it.
And right now, there was something amusing waiting for him on the island.
Thus, Shirou's water clone gave up on sightseeing and ran toward Doflamingo at the docks instead.
"Who are you?"
At the docks, Monet, who was directing her subordinates to carry supplies onto the ship, suddenly noticed a woman dressed in the same outfit as Doflamingo, slowly approaching with Doflamingo's distinctive gait.
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