In a room somewhere on Sweet Island, Yamato sat on the bed, visibly displeased.
The bed was a mess, with blankets and clothes strewn about haphazardly.
On the floor, several slippers lay scattered and a twisted iron rod rested on the table.
The potted plants meant for decoration had been mercilessly tossed aside.
"Dammit! They won't let me go! Aaargh! I'm so frustrated!"
Yamato angrily tore at the stuffed teddy bear in her hands, pulling out its stuffing and scattering it everywhere.
She wore loose pajamas, though not the same ones as before—no longer clad in her eternal Oden attire.
Her well-proportioned figure filled out the oversized pajamas.
Since leaving Wano Country, Yamato had no longer been shackled by handcuffs or any other restraints.
In fact, within Totto Land, her status was extremely high—after all, she was Kaido's biological daughter.
Here, Yamato could go wherever she pleased, enjoying absolute freedom.
Her daily routine consisted of waking up naturally, stepping outside and indulging in food and drink across the islands of Totto Land without spending a single berry.
If she wanted to visit or explore somewhere, a ship would immediately be arranged to accompany her.
This kind of life was incomparably more comfortable than what Oden's journal had described.
Gone was the environment of Wano, where she was fawned over by the Gifters and despised by its people.
Yet occasionally, Yamato would still recall the scene of Momonosuke being obliterated by Caesar right before her eyes.
Truthfully, she held no particular affection for Momonosuke.
It was just that, as a child, her world had been filled only with Oden's journal, which had nourished her spirit.
It had shown her that beyond the tiny confines of Wano, there lay a vast sky and wondrous adventures.
Back then, how desperately she had wanted to set sail and seek adventure.
But every time she asked Kaido, he would cruelly refuse, citing the dangers of the outside world and her own weakness.
Over and over, countless times, Yamato's resentment grew.
She began to wonder if her father had some deep-seated need for control—to dictate his children's lives just as he dictated Wano's.
Yamato yearned for freedom, for adventure on the high seas.
This longing burned even fiercer when outsiders like Ace burst into her world, like oil poured onto flames.
When Ace first arrived, Yamato still referred to Kaido as 'Father'.
But after Ace left, the turmoil in her heart reached its peak.
This twisted, overwhelming desire made her begin to despise her father.
Lost in these chaotic thoughts, Yamato stepped outside still clad in her loose pajamas.
Her mind was a jumble as she wandered aimlessly through Sweet Island.
Eventually, she reached the island's edge, a wooded area by the sea.
"Sanji, come quick! There's a bird's nest here—with baby birds inside! Come see it!"
Suddenly, Yamato heard a familiar woman's voice.
Peering ahead, she spotted Pudding in a flowing dress, flitting between the trees like a dancing butterfly.
Behind her, Sanji—dressed in a purple suit—followed her with a doting smile.
"Sanji?" Yamato knew full well that Caesar had arranged for the Marine to bring Sanji to Totto Land precisely for the sake of the girl before them now.
Pudding's abilities seemed to be highly valued by Caesar, and her status among Big Mom's children was now second only to Katakuri.
Over the past few days, Yamato, like Sanji, had been somewhat mentally distracted, so neither had noticed the other.
It wasn't until now that Yamato remembered this matter.
Seeing the smile on Sanji's face, Yamato felt an inexplicable surge of anger rise in her heart and immediately strode over.
"Heh, Sanji, you seem to be having quite a good time, don't you? How can you marry the daughter of the enemy who killed your comrades without feeling even a shred of guilt?"
Yamato's mocking voice rang out clearly through the woods, without any attempt to conceal it, loud enough even for Pudding ahead to hear her.
"Yamato?"
Sanji's body stiffened as he stared in shock at Yamato's sudden appearance.
The faint smile on his face vanished, replaced by a complicated, indescribable expression.
In an instant, his face was filled with shame and embarrassment, leaving him at a loss for words.
"Sanji!" The joy on Pudding's face disappeared.
Like a frightened little rabbit, she cautiously glanced at Yamato while moving to Sanji's side, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Yamato looked down at the two of them huddled together, a cold sneer forming on her face.
"I've read the newspapers. Your comrade Brook is dead. Zoro lost an arm. And all of this was caused by Caesar. Why—why can you so easily and happily be with this woman without a care in the world?"
Sanji's face instantly turned deathly pale.
A deep sense of guilt surged in his heart, along with an overwhelming feeling of betrayal toward his comrades.
His heart twisted painfully, and large beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Pudding bit her lip.
Seeing Sanji's devastated expression, her fear of Yamato inexplicably vanished.
Spreading her arms, Pudding stepped in front of Sanji, meeting Yamato's gaze without backing down.
"Yamato!" she said sharply. "Don't talk to Sanji like that! You couldn't possibly understand the pain in his heart! He's the kindest man I've ever met! Someone like you, who doesn't even respect her own father, has no right to speak to Sanji that way!"
Yamato was taken aback.
She didnt expect Pudding to dare speak to her like this.
A surge of anger rose in her heart as she suddenly recalled that day in the Whole Cake Chateau, when she had been on the verge of having her memories erased by Pudding.
If not for Pudding, she wouldn't have had to humiliate herself by begging her father, Kaido.
At this thought, a flash of fury crossed Yamato's face.
Her pajamas fluttered despite the absence of wind and a chilling aura gradually rose around her, enveloping Pudding.
"You detestable woman with your vile abilities—hah! I get it now. It must have been you, wasn't it? You altered Sanji's memories, didn't you? You used your disgusting powers to mess with his mind, making him so heartless that he doesn't even care about the deaths and injuries of his comrades? Pudding, I despise you—and your abilities even more. You hypocritical witch!"
Yamato's words were like nails, piercing Pudding's heart and shattering the courage she had mustered.
Her lips trembled, her eyes reddened and tears welled up inside them.
Pudding turned to look at Sanji, only to see him standing like a statue, his eyes a lifeless gray, as if all vitality had drained from him.
Her heart twisted violently at the sight, nearly making her faint.
Gritting her teeth, Pudding glared at Yamato once more and shouted.
"Yamato! You have no right to say that about anyone! If you want to know whether I changed Sanji, whether he feels no guilt, no responsibility, no sense of duty as a man—fine! I'll show you right now why I say you don't even deserve to compare yourself to him!"
With a sudden turn, Pudding reached out towards Sanji's head—a movement that sent a chill down Yamato's spine.
A clear reel of film was yanked straight out of the dazed Sanji's mind and thrust before Yamato's eyes!
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