Although Shimotsuki Ushimaru said few people in the Flower Capital recognized him, out of caution, Yasuie Shimotsuki and Mousse insisted that all the samurai, including him, disguise themselves. The makeup skills Mousse displayed once again refreshed everyone's understanding of him.
But Mousse had only dabbled in it a little. All he could say was that after his intelligence increased, he learned everything quickly. Sure enough, when he had developed the Book-Book Fruit's abilities, prioritizing quantity and grinding proficiency to the max first had been the right choice.
While applying makeup and disguising the samurai, Mousse took the opportunity to explain his plan. It was very simple:
"First, see whether Kaido is here. If he isn't, you guys help me clear away the onlookers so I can get close to the execution ground. Uncle Ushimaru, protect me before the crowd is driven off. After that, do whatever you want. As long as I have a clear line of sight, no one can hurt me. King? Same goes for him!"
Mousse even wanted to set a trap for King. Though the latter had suffered at the hands of the Book World before, he did not know that distance was calculated from Mousse rather than Amon. If he lunged at Mousse, Mousse only needed to have the distant Amon use Soul Capture to take him alive again.
"We got a genetic sample before, but who knows whether the clone will be any good? If we can capture the original, then naturally, capturing the original is better."
Mousse thought expectantly.
Speaking of which, Mousse had initially felt somewhat conflicted. After all, the Lunarian race's fate was truly tragic, and King himself had endured endless torment in the World Government's laboratories.
But over the past few days, Mousse had gained a deep understanding of his