Reshaping Yamato's Worldview

"Kill me. I am Kozuki Oden, Shogun of Wano Country... A true man would rather die than submit."

Yamato's words were defiant, but her tone no longer carried the fervor it had held twelve hours ago.

Dawn sat down cross-legged beside her, took out a rice ball wrapped in oil paper from his Pocket Dimension, and handed it to her.

Yamato stared at that hand for a long time. Its fingers were slender, its knuckles distinct, its skin smooth as jade. It was this very hand that, over the past twelve hours, had shattered all her pride, all her resolve, and all her fantasies bit by bit through sheer strength.

At last, she reached out and accepted the rice ball, moving as slowly as a decrepit old woman. She tore open the wrapping and took a bite.

The warmth of the rice, the tartness of the pickled plum, and the savory saltiness of the seaweed burst across her tongue.

It was such a simple flavor, yet her eyes suddenly burned. She could no longer remember the last time someone had made her a rice ball.

She ate in small bites as tears silently rolled down her face, mixing into the rice ball with their bitter saltiness.

Then Dawn's voice sounded beside her ear at just the right moment.

"I won't kill you. No matter what, you're still my fiancée."

Yamato stopped chewing. She raised her head and looked through her blurred tears at that outrageously handsome face.

"That was just something that bastard Kaido decided on his own. I'm a man. How could I marry another man?"

As she said this, her gaze avoided Dawn's eyes. A blush surfaced on her dust-covered pretty face. Twelve hours ago, if she had heard herself called his fiancée, she would have glared furiously