The Will of the Overlord's Recognition, Mangekyo Awakened!

"You!"

Shanks's eyes flashed red.

He was clearly no longer as calm and detached as he had been when facing the bandit king Higuma.

"Shanks, calm down. This guy is just trying to provoke you!"

Beckman stood up and positioned himself between Shanks and Brando.

He knew why Shanks had stayed here, and he believed someone like Brando was not worthy of dying by their hands.

Killing this man here would provoke Foosha Village's hostility and make their next steps troublesome. Killing him would only dirty their hands.

"Getting mad?"

Brando's body had just endured the Conqueror's Haki leaking from Shanks, and his face was somewhat pale.

Yet he remained completely fearless, raising a hand to point at Shanks mockingly.

Right now, he could take a little pressure.

He had once been an ANBU expert who used a White Mask at one sliver of health to pull off a one-versus-three comeback. Back then, he had not felt the slightest fear!

Besides, for some reason, he felt pretty great right now. This was the Will of the Overlord, a power used only against the strong!

"That tastes awful!"

Suddenly, Luffy's voice rang out through the silent tavern.

Shanks looked startled, but at the same time, a trace of delight appeared on his face.

"Hey, Luffy, how could you eat that?!"

Shanks sounded anxious, but Brando thought his acting was a little fake.

That Devil Fruit had been placed far too conspicuously. Brando had spotted it the moment he entered the tavern, but he had no interest in it. It was not something he could touch right now, and besides, these things depended on the person. Brando did not think it suited him.

"You had the audacity to reprimand and mock a great pirate with a one-billion-Beri bounty, who was also a Celestial Dragon. You have gained the recognition of the Will of the Overlord."

"You have obtained the Uchiha bloodline, awakened the Kekkei Genkai Mangekyo Sharingan, and obtained the ocular techniques Amaterasu and Kagutsuchi!"

At the same time, the reward from the Will of the Overlord arrived.

Brando felt a stabbing pain spread through every cell in his body, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the pain coming from his eyes.

Bloody tears streamed directly from the corners of his eyes, and an extremely cold, sinister aura radiated from him.

Shanks, who had been holding Luffy by his right hand and scolding him like he was a rubber band, noticed it instantly. His gaze locked tightly onto Brando, and surprise appeared on his face.

"This is..."

Shanks recalled the cold, sinister aura he had felt when facing that person in the Holy Land. Even now, remembering it made him break out in a cold sweat.

Although the villager before him could not compare to that person at all, the feeling he gave off was extremely similar!

"Hahaha..."

"HAHAHAHA!"

As he received the system reward, pain wracked his entire body, but Brando did not make a sound.

The moment the reward ended, Brando covered his face with his right hand, then raised his head and began the classic Uchiha maniacal laugh.

The other members of the Red-Haired Pirates were all dumbfounded, thinking Brando had something wrong with his head.

However, everyone who could see Brando's face discovered those eyes of his, glowing with an ominous red light.

"Who exactly are you?"

Shanks realized that the person before him was not an ordinary Foosha Village resident.

What he was doing now could not be discovered by anyone with ulterior motives. If this person truly had ties to the Holy Land, then he would personally deal with this brat here...

"Brando. That's my name. I'm a ninja."

Brando lowered his hand, revealing what he considered an extremely cool and aloof expression, like some old master.

It was just that the bloodstains at the corners of his eyes were rather ill-timed, making him look less handsome than intended.

"?"

Shanks searched his memories for information about ninjas.

In the end, he only recalled that, back when he was on the ship, Brother Kozuki seemed to have said that the ninjas of Wano Country were retainers of the Kozuki family.

"Um, Shanks... Brando may have something wrong with his head. A week ago, he fell into the water and swallowed some. After we saved him, his mind hasn't been right."

"These days, he often curses people, and his mouth is terribly foul. He wasn't like this before. He's just sick."

Makino walked over to Shanks's side and whispered into his ear.

"So he grew up in this village all along?"

Shanks asked.

"Yes. After his parents died a few years ago, he became much quieter. I never expected him to become like this today."

Makino nodded sadly.

Only then did the killing intent in Shanks's heart fade away.

"Hey, I'm not crazy!"

Brando could not help defending himself.

He had never felt anything so wonderful before.

"Although I don't know what's going on with you, what you said earlier did make some sense."

"I won't do something that stupid again."

Shanks looked calmly at Brando as he spoke.

Thinking about it now, he did feel it had been foolish. Although he did not want to attract attention, that kind of guy could not even serve as a warm-up. Simply getting rid of him would have been easier instead.

"Tch."

Brando sneered and did not continue mocking him. He simply turned around and left.

He had already gotten what he wanted and released the Will of the Overlord as well. There was nothing worth staying for. If he kept yammering on here, it would only make him seem less impressive.

"Men, the party continues!"

Shanks cheered to his crew again.

"Yeah!"

Seeing that their captain was no longer pursuing the matter, the Red-Haired Pirates naturally said nothing more and resumed drinking.

"Should we keep an eye on him?"

"Or deal with him directly?"

Beckman handed Shanks a glass of wine and asked quietly.

His Observation Haki was on the same level as Shanks's, so naturally, he had sensed the cold, sinister feeling coming from that villager.

However, he felt that the other's presence was far too weak. His body did not possess the physical qualities of a strong person at all; it was merely at an ordinary person's level.

"Forget it. We're leaving soon anyway. If he provokes me again, I'll act."

Shanks did not want to leave a bad impression on the villagers.

As long as the other party was not from the Holy Land, it did not matter much. The earlier provocation had made him very unhappy, but that was a small matter. With his magnanimity, he could tolerate it.

"All right."

Beckman nodded and said no more.

Coming to Foosha Village had been Shanks's decision. Beckman did not know much about the specifics, so he stopped paying attention and continued drinking.

"It isn't an Eternal Mangekyo. Without Hashirama Cells to support it, this is a double-edged sword."

At home, Brando stared into the mirror at the pair of Mangekyo Sharingan identical to Sasuke's. The longer he looked, the more handsome he thought they were.

There were flaws, though. Otherwise, Brando felt that he could probably bully the weakest Shichibukai without much trouble.

"My chakra reserves aren't enough either. Using Haki in the village every day only gave me small increases in chakra. After awakening the Mangekyo, I probably only have the chakra of an ordinary Jonin. With the Mangekyo, I'm about as strong as an Elite Jonin."

"My foundation is too weak. I haven't mastered even a single elemental nature transformation or shape transformation. Still, there is one ninjutsu every villager knows: the Rasengan!"

"I'll make that my training goal for now."

Brando began preparing to form spiraling spheres.

As a villager, if you didn't rub out a bubble Rasengan while bathing, then I wouldn't acknowledge you as a villager!