That night, all of Wano was filled with music. The melody flowed through the air like a gentle tide, carrying warmth and power within every note. It wasn't just music—it was divine, the kind of sound that reached beyond the body and touched the very soul. The people who heard it stopped whatever they were doing, their eyes turning toward the sky as the music washed over them.
Those whom Hiyori saw as allies were the first to feel its effect. Their fatigue vanished as if it had never existed. Weakness faded from their limbs, their bodies growing stronger and lighter with each passing moment. Hunger and pain disappeared, replaced by a deep, fulfilling peace that nourished them more than food ever could. The music itself became their meal, filling them completely.
Throughout the land, laughter and cries mixed as people flooded into the streets, looking toward the direction of the sound. Among them were those who had eaten the Smile fruits—men and women who had been doomed to laugh endlessly, unable to show sorrow or joy. For the first time in years, their laughter stopped. Their faces softened, their emotions returned, and tears fell freely down their cheeks.
They cried not from pain, but from relief, overwhelmed as the curse that had bound them finally lifted beneath the sound of Hiyori's divine song.
"That's enough," Billy said firmly, stepping forward as Hiyori continued to play. He could see the strain in her movements, her hands trembling slightly with every note she struck. Sweat rolled down her face, her breathing uneven as she forced herself to keep going. The music was still beautiful, but beneath it was the sound of exhaustion.
She had never been physically strong to begin with, and all that power flowing through her body was draining what little strength she had left. Still, even in her weakened state, she had done something remarkable—her song had spread through the entire city, touching every corner of the city. The air itself still shimmered faintly from the lingering sound.
"I can do more," Hiyori said weakly, her voice almost pleading as she gripped her shamisen tighter, unwilling to stop when she could still feel that connection to her music.
Billy sighed, stepping closer until he stood in front of her. Without a word, he reached out and flicked her forehead.
"Are you stupid? Why can't you do that slowly over time? We're attacking Kaido in two days. Take that time to use your powers and recover," Billy said, his tone sharp but controlled. "I'll go find more people to join us."
He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the two vanished in a flash of light. Another snap followed a moment later, and Billy disappeared once again, reappearing somewhere else entirely.
"Well, what's up?" he said casually, his voice breaking the quiet of the forest.
Before him stood a naked girl staring at her reflection in the mirror, her expression glowing with joy as she admired her restored figure—her beauty returned after being hidden for so long beneath her former weight. The sudden sound of his voice made her jump in alarm. She gasped, spinning around as her face turned red, quickly covering herself in panic.
"I come in peace. What happened to you is thanks to the power I granted Hiyori, daughter of Oden," Billy said with a calm smile. The woman froze in shock, her eyes widening at his words before she hurried to grab her clothes, dressing quickly while he continued speaking.
"Go to Hiyori. I want you to join my crew, just as she did," Billy said.
"What? She joined your crew?" the woman asked, startled, but her surprise quickly shifted to determination. "Then I shall join as well!" she declared, unwilling to let Hiyori travel with pirates alone and unprotected.
"Alright, allow me to give you the same power I gave her. I should warn you—once you receive this power, betrayal will never be an option," Billy said with a faint smile, his tone calm but leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"Unless you give me a reason to, I shall remain forever loyal," she replied firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "But allow me to see Hiyori first."
Billy nodded once before snapping his fingers. In an instant, the woman vanished from sight, teleported directly to Hiyori's side. Her name was Shinobu—a loyal subordinate of the Kozuki clan, known for her unwavering dedication to those she served.
'I wish for Yamato to be teleported here—without her handcuffs, and with full understanding of why I've summoned her,' Billy thought before snapping his fingers.
In an instant, light flared before him, and a tall woman appeared. Her long white hair shifted into shades of aqua green and deep blue toward the ends, her presence radiating strength and confidence.
"I can't join your crew, for I am Oden!" Yamato declared, her voice firm and full of conviction. Yet even as she spoke, confusion flickered in her eyes. She didn't know how she had arrived, but the knowledge within her mind explained everything—why she was here, who had called her, and what he intended.
Still, despite her bewilderment, she managed a grateful smile. "But… I thank you for freeing me," she said, her tone softening slightly, though her spirit remained unshaken.
"How can you be Oden without a harem?" Billy asked with a laugh, his tone light and teasing. Yamato blinked, caught completely off guard by the question, clearly not understanding what he meant.
"At fifteen, Oden already had a harem," Billy continued with a grin, his voice full of amusement. "I plan to have one that far outclasses his. I will be known as the Harem King."
Yamato froze for a second, her expression turning serious as if she were accepting a challenge. "No! I shall have become the harem," she declared proudly, pointing at him with absolute confidence. She never thought about the harem part, but indeed, when Oden was but a 15-year-old, he had an harem. It was only right that she follow in his footsteps since she was Oden.
On that note, she needed someone to join her harem… and who better than the person who had just summoned her? Her eyes scanned Billy up and down for a moment before she nodded and pointed at him. "And you'll be the first member to join mine!" She declared.
The two locked eyes, neither backing down, the air between them tense with stubborn energy. Billy wanted to point out how she had completely misunderstood the idea—considering her "harem" should consist of women, not men—but he decided against it.
"Fine, let's settle it," Billy said, his tone firm as a spark of excitement lit up in his eyes. "The winner joins the others' harem. And if I win, you'll no longer be Oden—because I plan to bring the real Oden back to life." His words carried weight, his battle spirit flaring like a blazing sun.
"You can do that?" Yamato's eyes widened, but her surprise quickly turned into determination. "Then let's do it!" she declared boldly.
Without hesitation, she began removing her clothing, her confidence unwavering. Billy followed suit, matching her readiness step for step. As the two closed the distance between them, tension filled the air, heavy and unyielding. Billy's gaze stayed locked on her, and deep inside, he made a wish within his heart.
"I wish to become a master of sex," Billy thought, and instantly, with a snap, he gained unparalleled knowledge in the subject. With a single glance, Billy instinctively identified all of Yamato's most sensitive spots, knowing exactly how to stimulate her to maximum pleasure.
His body seemed to adapt and respond, becoming more agile and skilled in movement with each passing moment, as if he had unlocked some innate mastery. Every touch, every motion, was now perfectly calibrated to her reactions, making the experience intensely immersive and overwhelming.
Thirty minutes later, Yamato lay sprawled on the ground, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Sweat covered her entire body, evidence of her exertion. She had truly tried her best—at least during the first few minutes, when her excitement was still new and fresh.
But Billy's skill and the way he made her feel had completely taken over her senses, and all her initial efforts dissolved into pure sensation. Nothing else mattered anymore—her only focus was on the overwhelming pleasure that each thrust brought her, pushing her further into a state of blissful surrender. Every nerve in her body seemed alight, and she was utterly consumed by the intense waves of sensation that washed over her.
"So, wife, are you ready to join my crew?" Billy asked with a confident smile as he stood over Yamato, who looked up at him with a mixture of surrender and anticipation. She nodded slowly in submission, her breathing ragged from the intensity of their previous moments together. Her eyes drifted downward, instinctively fixating on the thing between his legs, still moist and glistening from her liquids. The fact that he remained so hard and vigorous made her realize just how thoroughly she had been outclassed in this battle—her efforts, no matter how passionate, had been no match for his skill and control.
"I submit," she whispered softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and desire. Billy responded with a quiet, knowing nod, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he recognized her surrender.