Severe Gender Identity Disorder

Onigashima.

The enormous, mountain-sized skull island sat upon the sea, its gaping mouth like a gateway to hell. Dawn stood at the island's edge, the Invisible Suit rippling through the air like water before quietly fading away.

After leaving the Flower Capital, he had come here alone. The last person he needed to take away from Wano Country was here—and also the most important one.

Observation Haki spread in all directions like an invisible tide. Hundreds, even thousands, of presences flooded his senses, varying in strength. Dawn closed his eyes and searched for the strongest among them.

Kaido had left with his officers. The strongest person remaining on Onigashima could only be that person.

In an open area beside the giant skull.

A tall woman was holding a battered journal.

She sat atop a broken stone pillar, her bare feet gently swinging. Her wooden sandals, tied with red straps, had been casually tossed aside.

Her long, gradient-colored hair flowed from snow-white at the crown, to emerald green in the middle, and sea blue at the tips, gleaming with an unusual luster beneath the dim light.

Her loose, sleeveless samurai outfit was stretched into curves by her full breasts. A massive shimenawa rope identical to Kaido's was tied around her waist, while a red pleated skirt spread across the rock beneath her.

Most eye-catching of all were the pair of fiery red demon horns atop her head, like burning flames in the night.

Suddenly, she froze.

The face beneath a Hannya mask slowly turned toward a certain direction, where there was nothing but empty air.

"Who's there?"

The air rippled like the surface of water disturbed by a stone. The Invisible Suit peeled away from Dawn's body, revealing his full figure.

The instant Yamato saw his face, her body went stiff.