Severe Gender Identity Disorder

Onigashima.

The enormous skull-shaped island sat upon the sea, its gaping mouth like a gate to hell. Dawn stood at the island's edge as the transparent battle suit rippled like water across the air before quietly fading away.

After leaving the Flower Capital, he had come here alone. This place held the last person he intended to take away from Wano Country—and the most important one.

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

Kaido had left with his officers. On all of Onigashima, the strongest person left behind could only be that one.

An open area beside the massive skull.

A tall woman was holding a worn diary.

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

Her long hair faded from snowy white at the crown to emerald green in the middle, then sea blue at the tips, flowing with an unusual sheen in the dim light.

Her loose sleeveless samurai robe curved over her full breasts. Around her waist was an enormous shimenawa rope identical to Kaido's, while a red pleated skirt spread over the rock beneath her.

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

Suddenly, she stopped moving.

Her face, covered by a hannya demon mask, slowly turned toward a certain direction—an expanse of empty air.

"Who's there?"

The air rippled like water disturbed by a tossed stone. The transparent battle suit peeled away from Dawn's body, revealing his full figure.

The instant Yamato saw his face, her body stiffened. The next second,