I'll Probably Forget You in the Next Second

Facing Kozuki Oden's six retainers, Dimon felt a bit of interest.

He'd been fighting high-level opponents before, so now he finally had a chance to stomp on some weaklings.

Stomping on weaklings, now that was fun!

"Who exactly are you? What do you want with Lord Oden?"

Denjiro wore a pair of glasses and looked like a civilian official, a civilian samurai.

He first shouted a question, then quietly said to his companions:

"Kikuemon, Izo, go check on Raizo's condition."

The two brothers exchanged a glance, immediately retreated a few steps, and turned to find the ninja who had been sent flying by Dimon's blade.

But just as the two ran a few meters, a shadow flashed, and Dimon had already intercepted them.

"So fast!"

The elder brother, Izo, looked horrified. His movements were too fast for the naked eye to follow. He instinctively shielded his younger brother, "Careful..."

"Mizukuni."

A giant sword energy struck like a cannonball, instantly hitting Kikuemon and Izo.

Izo spat blood and was sent flying backward.

His brother, Kikuemon, whom he was protecting, wasn't faring any better and was also caught in the blast of Mizukuni.

"Izo, Kikuemon!"

Kanjuro's eyes widened in disbelief. He picked up his brush and began drawing something on the ground.

Superhuman-type Devil Fruit user, the Brush-Brush Fruit.

Dimon noticed the man's actions and immediately closed the distance, slashing down with his sword.

A figure cut in from the right, and with a clang, a samurai sword blocked his attack.

"Oh? You could react? Not bad." Dimon complimented.

Ashura Doji's expression was grim. He gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt of his sword. An immense pressure emanated from the opponent's black sword.

It felt less like facing a human and more like facing a mountain.

Sizzle!

Armament Haki erupted with dark lightning during their clash, radiating outwards in pulses like ripples.

"Dodge, Kanjuro! I can't hold on much longer..." Ashura Doji roared.

Denjiro, a dual-wielding samurai, seized this brief opportunity and struck fiercely.

"Oden's Two Sword Style: Peach Blossom Ten Fists!"

It was the exact same swordsmanship as when Kozuki Oden had previously clashed with Kaido. A cross slash delivered after an extremely fast close-quarters approach.

"You're a far cry from your Lord Oden."

Facing the attack, Dimon calmly brought his left index and middle fingers together and pointed at Denjiro from a distance.

Instantly, a five-pointed star magic circle opened up.

The sword energy of the cross slash was swallowed by the magic circle and vanished without a trace, not even causing a ripple.

"What?" Denjiro's face was blank with shock.

In that moment of stunned silence, Dimon flicked Ashura Doji away with his sword and, in the same motion, kicked Denjiro in the head.

The blow, like a steel whip, was something even Saturn couldn't withstand, let alone a civilian samurai.

Denjiro spat blood and was sent flying, dragging a long distance on the ground like a rag doll.

"Denjiro!"

Ashura Doji's heart trembled. What kind of enemy was this? In just a short while, four of their six members had been defeated.

Only he and Kanjuro remained.

Kanjuro was still drawing on the ground.

Ashura Doji glared at Dimon in anger and shouted:

"Kanjuro, stop drawing! This is not an opponent you can handle. Take the others and run, I'll hold him off!"

Kanjuro abruptly stopped his movements, his face filled with unwillingness.

Seeing this, Dimon's expression turned somewhat mocking. He couldn't help but say:

"Such deep camaraderie between colleagues, but misplaced. I called out your names earlier, didn't I?"

"His name is Kanjuro Kurozumi. Didn't you hear?"

"Or perhaps you heard, but didn't pay attention?"

Ashura Doji's pupils contracted as if he had realized something.

He glanced slightly at Kanjuro, only to see Kanjuro's expression turn somewhat grim.

"Kanjuro, you're called Sudden Rain Kanjuro..."

Dimon smiled indifferently. "That's an alias. He's an excellent spy. You've worked hard, [Kurozumi] Kanjuro."

"You... Who exactly are you?"

Kurozumi Kanjuro remained silent for a long time before finally asking.

He was indeed a spy. As someone from the Kurozumi family, his hatred for the Kozuki clan was irreconcilable. He had been lurking by Kozuki Oden's side, waiting for the day he could take revenge. Could it be an assassin sent by Kurozumi Orochi?

Kanjuro could no longer maintain his disguise. He stood up, his expression no longer panicked but cold. With a lightning-fast movement, he brandished his brush and drew a monster on the ground.

"Kazenbo!"

In mere seconds, a burning black monster transformed from a two-dimensional plane into a real entity.

Ashura Doji was stunned. "N-no... Didn't you have terrible drawing skills? How do you explain this, Kanjuro!"

"Explain what? My identity is already exposed anyway," Kurozumi Kanjuro grinned, then turned to Dimon and asked directly, "Did Lord Orochi send you?"

"He's not worthy?"

Dimon flashed forward and pierced Kurozumi Kanjuro's chest with a single strike. He then casually drew his sword, a column of blood following.

"You..." Kurozumi Kanjuro clutched his wound and fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Why? Weren't your enemies Oden and his crew? Cough cough..."

"No, it's the entire Wano Country."

Dimon flicked the blood off his sword and turned towards the last remaining person.

"Honestly, beating up weaklings is getting a bit boring. You're the strongest, Ashura Doji. Try to last a little longer."

Ashura Doji was completely bewildered. The continuous twists and turns overloaded his simple mind. However, seeing Dimon charging at him, overthinking now was pointless.

"I will win! I am Ashura Doji!!" he roared, charging forward to meet the attack.

He was once the bully of Kuri, known as "Kuri's most dangerous monster." Two years ago, he was defeated by Kozuki Oden, was moved by his character, and willingly followed him. The battle back then was still vivid in his memory; it was an evenly matched clash, though he was slightly inferior.

Several hours later.

Thump.

Ashura Doji's samurai sword was knocked flying, and he fell backward stiffly. His body was covered in wounds, and bright red blood stained him from head to toe.

"Cough... Damn... monster!" he cursed weakly, then slowly closed his eyes, falling into a coma from blood loss.

Dimon stood beside him and couldn't help but shake his head. "Not very interesting. I'll probably forget you in the next second." Compared to the high-level battles he'd fought before, this wasn't even a warm-up, aside from being somewhat durable.

After dealing with these retainers, Dimon turned and left.

Not long after.

On a small hillside, Dimon sat cross-legged, quietly watching the battle between Kaido and Kozuki Oden. The two were indeed evenly matched opponents, and the fight was fierce and unresolved. No, if he had to say, Kaido was slightly stronger, and Kozuki Oden was at a disadvantage. However, defeating Kozuki Oden would still be very difficult for Kaido. This was a battle of attrition. In the world of pirates, evenly matched opponents could fight for days on end.

Night quietly passed, and the stars dimmed. As the sky began to show a hint of dawn, Kozuki Oden, after more than ten hours of intense fighting, finally succumbed to exhaustion. Kaido seized the opportunity and knocked him out with a single blow.

"Hoo..."

Kaido reverted from his hybrid form to his human form, his breathing rapid. Dimon approached the unconscious Kozuki Oden and looked him over.

"Well done, Kaido. I thought it would take a few days to decide the victor."

"Hmph, that was just a warm-up."

Kaido snorted proudly.

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