Beating Up Yamato

Dawn stopped three meters in front of Yamato. She was struggling to pull herself out of the rock wall, rubble pattering down to reveal her battered body.

Her kimono was torn in several places, exposing the snowy skin beneath, but her eyes still shone as she stared fixedly at Dawn.

"Y-You bastard, your strength is actually this great... No wonder that bastard Kaido wanted to use me to win you over."

Dawn's gaze fell on her wrist.

"If you don't take that off, you can't beat me. I can help you, so you don't fail to show your true strength."

Yamato froze for a moment, then shook her head like a rattle drum.

"Are you trying to curry favor with me? Give it up! Even if you do this, I still won't like you! I'm a man!"

Dawn did not respond to that. The air behind him exploded with a ring of shockwaves, and he appeared before Yamato as if he had teleported, his left hand gripping the connection between the cuffs.

Yamato's expression changed drastically.

"Wait! Let go! This thing will—"

Dawn tightened his five fingers. A flowing, cherry blossom-pink sheen covered his palm as Armament Haki seeped into the cuffs, shattering them like fragile biscuits.

Boom!

The instant the cuffs broke, flames burst from between his fingers. Scorching tongues of fire licked at Dawn's palm and Yamato's exposed wrist, but upon touching the dark vortex in Dawn's hand, they vanished without a trace.

Yamato stared blankly at her unscathed wrist and fell silent. She looked up, just about to say something, when she saw Dawn raise his right hand expressionlessly, his palm aimed at her.

An invisible Gravity Field abruptly enveloped Yamato. Her knees smashed into the ground, her spine groaned, her organs compressed, and her blood nearly