Final Chapter, Third Movement!

Crimson blood stained his fingertips, and droplets of blood were sucked clean by his sharp fangs.

"Damn it, how could we let the Navy sabotage His Majesty's data collection? I'd rather you sleep forever in the cold sea, and I'll take your lifespans instead."

The white-haired, hunched-over naval officers lay on the ground, their hearts filled with despair and resentment, and they closed their eyes in resignation.

On the watchtower, Citrus was radiant, a faint blush lingering on her face.

"Every time I lose a year of my life, I feel like I'm a few years younger. I really hate aging. Luckily, that word will never come to me, hehehe~"

The wrecked naval warships drifted on the sea, holding an unexpected funeral for the naval officers and soldiers who rushed to the rescue.

"That little Yamato's Haki is getting stronger and stronger, almost catching up with Red-Haired Shanks. Hiyori, Yamato the other hand, is more aware of her own strengths and weaknesses and has chosen the most terrifying power."

"Hmm? There are still changes!"

Within the Anti-Membrane, a pale white, sharp power clung to Ame no Habakiri. Every time the blade was swung, the piano claws extending towards Hiyori's eyes would be severed in response.

The enraged Song Demon King, Tot Musica, opened his maw once more. Before the terrifying lightning and sparks could even rage, two powerful bursts of energy directly blasted into his mouth, detonating it first.

A dazzling golden light erupted as a massive mushroom cloud rose into the air, and hundreds of surging ice-blue wolves and blood-red griffins roared and surged into the blast wave.

"Domineering Entanglement - Pack of Wolves!"

"Domineering Entanglement - Divine Departure!"

As the dust settled, Tot Musica, half frost and half charred black, came into view. Shanks smiled, his eyes showing approval as he looked at Yamato.

"To be able to wield Haki to this extent at such a young age is something that only Kaido's children can explain. This child has a bright future!"

"And what is that strange power? Is it the power of Devil Fruit?"

Shanks subconsciously turned his gaze to Hiyori's blade. The power, almost imperceptible to the naked eye yet undeniably real, made him feel a growing sense of danger.

"Isn't this over yet? If this keeps up, we won't be able to hold on..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One lead bullet after another destroyed the note soldiers, but a steady stream of note soldiers would reappear, putting immense pressure on the entire Red-Haired Pirates.

"Hang in there! Uta will never have this much energy again. It'll be over soon!"

The shouts echoed through the space, and the agitated Tot Musica suddenly stopped moving.

"It's over?"

"No, it's the final movement, the third movement!"

Her pretty face was covered in frost. Hiyori hurriedly reminded her that ominous, angry, irritable, greedy... all sorts of strange shouts and confusion mingled together, and an ancient ballad rang out in reality.

The deep blue cloak that had covered his entire body vanished, revealing a massive, bloated body, like a pudding covered in jam.

The black and white piano keyboard arms were born, the top hat was transformed, and the sharp teeth became the decorations of the crown, adorned with rubies and gold.

The pure white wings that spread high seem to tell a story of past redemption, replacing the anger in smiles and venting a mottled and mixed rage.

The songs that were sung turned the surroundings into chaos, blurring the boundary between reality and the Anti-Membrane.

The colorful musical notes and Utakata, constantly bursting and reborn, evoke a profound sense of despair in all those who confront their existence.

"It's... too late. The Song Demon King, Tot Musica, has appeared in this world. The world is going to be destroyed!"

Gordon slumped to the ground, his face filled with despair. Why did this happen?!

Her singing voice, which was clearly the salvation of humanity, why did it become the key to destroying the world...?

"Destruction and redemption are not relative terms; they are often interconnected at certain times, just like the collapse of the old order and the birth of the new order."

Gentle and kind words lingered in the ears of all the people of Elegia, and a ray of bright moonlight pierced through the dark clouds, shining into everyone's heart.

"And you are?"

"Your Majesty! The information you requested includes rubbings of texts from ancient ruins, as well as all forms of the Song Demon King Tot Musica."

Emerging from the shadows, Citrus lowered her head and looked meek, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

"That's enough. Let's put an end to this pointless farce."

As Yamato looked back from Anti-Membrane, his eyes filled with excitement. Finally, he no longer had to fight this boring guy who was impossible to kill.

"Since my elder brother is here, there's no need for me to interfere. Let's retreat, Yamato!"

The two hastily retreated, and the Red-Haired Shanks, who had been lost in amazement at the future, snapped out of his reverie and shouted.

"Brothers, step back!"

"Back off?"

Before anyone could react, the Anti-Membrane surrounding them shattered with a crash, revealing the striking white haori fluttering in the wind.

"Kamui!"

Tot Musica's face contorted with rage, his furious features shattering in the distorted space. The surging musical note soldiers were like floating duckweed, fragile and powerless, swept away by the tide.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The illusory black flames dissipated in the wind, and the petite figure surrounded by flames slowly descended, embraced by a pair of fair arms.

"This is really bad, Your Majesty."

Uta, his face flushed and forehead burning hot, was brought before Citrus, who spoke with an air of smug satisfaction, as if he were enjoying the spectacle.

"His physical strength has been completely depleted, and even his will and soul have been affected by that ugly fellow. He may not have much time left..."

His veins bulged, his Red-Haired Shanks turned pale, and he stared at Citrus before him.

"You deserve some credit for this, don't you? Uta is our daughter, not a tool for you to achieve your own goals. Are you prepared to die?"

"Oh dear, shall we start a war? I might not be able to beat you, but I can certainly take away the lifespan of all of you, hehehehe!"

"Citrus ..."

"Your Majesty~"

"Step back."

Citrus glared at Shanks, snorted coldly, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't worry, your brother won't let little Uta die here. There's no need for an innocent child to bear the burden of this incident."

Hiyori slowly opened her mouth, while Huayue remained silent. A black and blue immortal mask appeared, intertwining in her palm.

"Immortal Technique: Rebirth Through Life"

"Wait, why would Your Majesty use your own life force to save this completely unrelated little girl!"

Upon hearing this, even the Red-Haired Shanks, who was in a fit of anger, was slightly taken aback.

"The failure of subordinates is the leader's responsibility. Any so-called mistakes should also be attributed to the leader. I will return Uta to you intact..."

"But shouldn't we consider how to give her a reasonable explanation, Shanks?"