Hancock's Conqueror's Haki Infusion

Late at night, in the bedroom.

Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting a silvery glow over everything. Yamato lay in Dawn's arms, her long hair spread across the pillow, the sweat on her forehead not yet dry. Her breathing gradually steadied, but her amber eyes remained open, fixed on the patterns in the ceiling.

She suddenly spoke, her voice languid after their intimacy, with a barely perceptible edge.

"Hancock is the most important person here, right?"

Dawn wound a strand of her white hair around his finger but did not answer.

Yamato rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow, looking straight into his eyes.

"I want to challenge her."

"Even if I'm your woman, I have to be the most important one."

Dawn smiled faintly and reached out to take her chin. His hand was large enough to cup her entire jaw.

"Before that, there's something you need to learn."

"What?"

"How to address yourself." Dawn's finger brushed her lips, warm and slightly rough.

"When you're with me, you'll refer to yourself as 'this humble wife.'"

Yamato froze. A rare trace of embarrassment appeared on her face. For most of her life, she had thought of herself as a man, imitating Kozuki Oden and using masculine terms for herself. Being defeated by Dawn, having him forcibly reshape her sense of self, and admitting she was a woman was one thing;

actually using a feminine term for herself was another. It was more than a change in words. It meant fully accepting who she was.

"I..."

She tried to speak, but the words stuck. They hovered in her throat and refused to come out.

"Say it."

Yamato took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Moonlight fell across her trembling eyelids, casting fine shadows.

"This... this humble wife..."

She