Keen's Conqueror's Haki

However, just as everyone was preparing to leave the bridge and return to the Ashen—

"Hey! Pink Scales!"

A white figure suddenly leaped high from the secondary turret atop Pluton's prow, tracing a nimble arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the deck at the bridge exit!

Yamato carried her lightning-wreathed kanabo over her shoulder. Her crimson oni horns looked especially fierce beneath Pluton's ghostly blue glow as she raised a finger and pointed straight at Keen, who was about to leave with Rain.

"I've been holding this in since earlier!"

Yamato's voice was crisp and brimming with fighting spirit. She stared fixedly at Keen's pink dragon scales and the faintly visible dragon horns on his forehead, a complicated fire burning in her eyes. "Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Azure Dragon Form... the exact same ability as my bastard father! When I watched him fall, I really did feel relieved, but something inside me also became empty!"

She sharply swung her kanabo, its tip pointing right at Keen's nose as her battle intent soared into the heavens.

"You look too much like him! The same scales, the same presence, even that same infuriating laugh! My hands have been itching for a long time! Come fight me! Let me see exactly how the same Azure Dragon power differs in your hands from that bastard's!"

"Zehahaha?"

Keen froze for a moment, then an unprecedented fiery light erupted from his dragon eyes. He licked his lips, the dragon scales across his body standing on end from excitement as azure flame clouds swirled wildly around him. "Interesting! Too interesting! Kaido's daughter wants revenge for her father? No, you want to use me to completely sever your attachment to that bastard, don't you?"

"Enough talking! Are you fighting or not?!"

"Why wouldn't I?!"

Keen laughed