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Fortunately, Hoshigaki Kisame proved himself a fish-man who honored his commitments. After successfully capturing Sea Knight Jinbe through the hostage negotiation, Admiral Kisame deliberately refrained from making additional difficulties for the Big Mom Pirates. The professional restraint demonstrated impressive discipline—if he'd reneged on the agreement and resumed combat at that critical juncture, one of the Four Emperors' organizations might have been directly destroyed by a single Marine Admiral.
Charlotte Hikaru had played the pivotal role in forcing that negotiation. Relying on her Susanoo's absolute defense and the Mangekyō Sharingan's terrifying techniques, the five-year-old girl had compelled Admiral Kisame into tactical retreat despite his overwhelming advantage. Big Mom's newest daughter had turned the tide of battle through her individual strength alone—a genuinely astonishing accomplishment for such a small child.
—Real World—
"The Uchiha clan's bloodline possesses such overwhelming strength," Charlotte Smoothie breathed, her tall frame leaning forward with unconcealed admiration. "It will represent a tremendous blessing for the Big Mom Pirates if Mother gives birth to more daughters like Hikaru in the future."
The Sweet Commander's wistful sigh redirected the assembled siblings' attention toward a question that had been haunting them since Charlotte Hikaru's first appearance: Who exactly is Hikaru's father?
To produce such a beautiful, powerful daughter—possessing both Mangekyō Sharingan abilities and what appeared to be tremendous raw potential—the father had to be someone genuinely exceptional. The combination of genetics involved suggested careful selection or extraordinary circumstances.
Two names immediately dominated the collective speculation: Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Shisui. The assembled brothers and sisters began mentally matching their mother with each candidate, weighing which man might become the Four Emperors Big Mom's newest husband. The exercise carried both fascination and a certain uncomfortable awkwardness—nobody particularly enjoyed contemplating their mother's romantic liaisons in clinical detail.
"Charlotte Hikaru's appearance leans heavily toward Wano Country's racial characteristics," Charlotte Perospero observed thoughtfully, twirling his candy cane. "From that perspective, her father's genetic influence clearly surpasses Mother's contribution. Perhaps that represents one of the conditions required for inheriting the Sharingan bloodline limit."
The implications carried weight. Sharingan abilities demonstrated such apocalyptic power—Amaterasu's inextinguishable flames, Susanoo's impenetrable defense, techniques that forced Marine Admirals into negotiation. When combined with a naturally powerful physique and Charlotte Linlin's monstrous innate strength, the advantages granted to resulting offspring proved almost unfairly overwhelming.
No wonder Big Mom, who'd been effectively childless for several years due to age and declining interest, would make an exception for the Uchiha clan specifically. Producing another daughter—especially one carrying Sharingan genetics—justified whatever arrangements or compromises such conception required.
Charlotte Linlin herself had become increasingly agitated since witnessing Hikaru's performance on the Sky Screen. The Four Emperors Big Mom, already infamous for her obsessive desire for daughters, had transformed that fixation into something approaching manic desperation. The woman's eyes gleamed with barely restrained fervor as she paced her chambers, enormous frame trembling with barely controlled energy.
Her thoughts spiraled into increasingly frantic territory: I need to catch an Uchiha. Sit him on the bed. Force him to give me another child. Another daughter like Hikaru. More Sharingan children. Build a collection of the most powerful bloodlines!
"Uchiha Shisui seems a bit too young for my preferences," Charlotte Linlin muttered aloud, apparently conducting an internal debate externally. "But Uchiha Madara—conservatively estimated at over eight hundred years old—shouldn't mind my current appearance, right? I certainly don't care about his age! Madara, where are you hiding? Are you still lurking somewhere in Wano Country? I'll leave immediately! We can make babies together!"
The sheer intensity of Charlotte Linlin's fixation alarmed her gathered children. With her notoriously stubborn temperament, absolutely nobody could dissuade Big Mom once she'd committed to a particular course of action. Her willpower, legendary across all seas, made rational persuasion essentially impossible when she entered these obsessive states.
"Mother, please reconsider!" Charlotte Oven interjected desperately, stepping forward despite the obvious risk. "You cannot simply travel to the Beasts Pirates' territory without proper arrangements or permission!"
"Kaido isn't even on Onigashima right now," Charlotte Daifuku added, flanking his twin brother in a unified appeal. "If one of the Four Emperors rashly appears in Wano Country during his absence, it could trigger catastrophic misunderstandings between our organizations!"
Wano Country had always been regarded as forbidden territory by the Beasts Pirates—Kaido's personal domain and primary base of operations. The closed island nation represented more than mere strategic positioning; it symbolized the Beast King's sovereign claim. Once the Four Emperors Big Mom suddenly materialized in Wano Country without prior negotiation or invitation, the Beasts Pirates might interpret the intrusion as an open declaration of war.
What consequences would genuine enmity between two Four Emperors' organizations generate? Nobody present dared contemplate that apocalyptic scenario. The collateral damage alone would devastate entire regions, and the ultimate victor remained uncertain. In the current tense maritime situation, with every major power focused on protecting their existing forces and territory, a sudden violent outbreak between Yonko benefited neither side. Such conflict risked creating a mutually destructive scenario where some third force—likely the Marine—would swoop in to claim the spoils while both sides lay bleeding.
Charlotte Katakuri represented the most crucial core figure within the Big Mom Pirates besides their mother herself. Only he possessed sufficient authority and respect to directly challenge Charlotte Linlin's decisions when necessary. The Sweet Commander stepped forward now, his towering frame radiating quiet confidence despite the scarred mouth normally concealed beneath his scarf.
"Mother, you don't need to rush immediately to Wano Country," Katakuri stated firmly, his deep voice carrying absolute conviction. "First, we remain fundamentally unfamiliar with that island's internal geography and political landscape. Second, locating the hidden Uchiha Madara without proper guidance from an informed contact will prove extraordinarily difficult—perhaps impossible. I strongly recommend we dispatch our intelligence personnel to thoroughly investigate Wano Country's current situation before Kaido returns to Onigashima. Gathering actionable intelligence takes priority over hasty action."
The man's strategic reasoning proved characteristically sound. Wano Country's unique terrain made unauthorized access genuinely challenging—the island's natural defenses rendered it easy to defend but extremely difficult to attack or infiltrate. Even successfully reaching Wano's shores represented a significant logistical obstacle for any pirate fleet. Without someone on the island providing internal guidance, they'd likely return completely empty-handed after enormous expenditure of resources and risk.
Too many critical secrets remained buried within Wano Country's closed borders. What was the true relationship between Kaido and Uchiha Madara? What conspiracy was Kurozumi Orochi cultivating behind his facade of weakness and cowardice? Where had Kozuki Momonosuke gone after his Dragon Gate transformation? All these mysteries demanded systematic revelation rather than impulsive investigation.
Even though audiences watching the Sky Screen felt their curiosity burning like physical fire, scratching at their minds with desperate urgency, they could only stand passively and wait. Nobody could fast-forward to the specific content they most desired. The Sky Screen operated according to its own inscrutable agenda, completely indifferent to viewer preferences. The mysterious broadcasts couldn't be destroyed, altered, or influenced by any external force yet discovered.
Charlotte Linlin reluctantly subsided at her son's reasoning, though her enormous frame still trembled with barely suppressed desire. The promise of another Sharingan daughter consumed her thoughts like an all-devouring flame.
Charlotte Brûlée voiced the concern that had been haunting her thoughts since Admiral Kisame's departure from Totto Land. The Mirror-Mirror Fruit user's distinctive features twisted with genuine anxiety as she addressed her assembled siblings.
"My two brothers suffered catastrophic injuries and completely lost their combat effectiveness," Brûlée stated, her voice carrying unusual gravity. "Mother simultaneously experienced severe personality disorder complications. Under those circumstances, how did we possibly stop the Rumbling—that terrifying power Eren Yeager unleashed that affected the entire world?"
The question hung in the air like a suspended guillotine blade. After Hoshigaki Kisame's departure from Totto Land, the Sky Screen had shown Eren launching the Rumbling's full power from Dressrosa. The timing could finally be confirmed with certainty: the invasion of Totto Land and Dressrosa's major catastrophe had occurred simultaneously, forcing the Big Mom Pirates to defend against threats on multiple fronts.
How had Cake Island withstood the Rumbling's indiscriminate cleansing? Only fragmentary scenes had appeared on the Sky Screen—brief glimpses showing brothers and sisters fighting desperately against endless waves of Colossal Titans while their mother Charlotte Linlin stood behind them, weapon in hand, making remarkably few actual movements.
That scene hadn't attracted overwhelming attention initially, dismissed as just another battle amid countless conflicts. But when connected to Totto Land's invasion timeline and analyzed alongside Charlotte Katakuri's catastrophic injuries, the Big Mom Pirates finally understood a horrifying fragment of their future's true nature:
Their mother genuinely possessed major psychological problems in the coming years.
Dozens of split personalities represented too enormous a burden even if applied to someone from the giant race. The most probable explanation suggested fundamental issues with Big Mom's Soru Soru no Mi abilities themselves. Could the act of creating soul-infused homies have somehow been applied by Charlotte Linlin to her own consciousness? Had she accidentally generated additional souls within herself, birthing these competing personalities through her own Devil Fruit power?
"I never imagined the Soru Soru no Mi would spiral out of control in the future," one sibling whispered, horror dawning across their features. "Playing with souls apparently requires catastrophic prices after all."
"If Mother loses complete control of herself, what happens to this family?" another asked, voice trembling.
"Can Charlotte Katakuri genuinely support this entire fleet alone?" a third sibling questioned desperately.
The assembled brothers and sisters erupted into simultaneous anxious discussion, transforming Cake Island's atmosphere into chaotic noise. Dozens of voices overlapped, each expressing variations on the same fundamental terror: What becomes of us when Mother can no longer function?
Charlotte Linlin herself sat motionless in the chamber's central throne, maintaining ominous silence throughout the escalating panic. Big Mom hadn't anticipated her Soru Soru no Mi would develop such severe side effects in the future. The Sky Screen's continued absence of any mention regarding Mother Carmel also generated profound disappointment in the Four Emperors—she'd desperately hoped for some glimpse or message from her beloved nun.
Charlotte Pudding stood apart from her louder siblings, the Three-Eye Tribe girl maintaining characteristic distance. Her unpopular status within the family—a consequence of both her third eye and her relatively quiet demeanor—meant she typically observed rather than participated in heated family discussions.
But Pudding's photographic memory and analytical mind had been working overtime since the Sky Screen revealed future fragments. She'd meticulously documented every detail regarding her mother's condition, cross-referencing scenes and timelines with obsessive precision. The third eye on her forehead remained concealed beneath carefully arranged bangs, but behind that covering, Pudding's mind raced through implications.
In the future broadcasts, she'd noticed her own frequent presence beside Charlotte Linlin during the most chaotic moments. The pattern suggested a specific role—one that made terrible sense given Mother's condition and Pudding's unique capabilities.
My Three-Eye abilities allow me to view and potentially manipulate memories directly, Pudding realized with growing horror. In the future, I'm probably using that power to extract the memories of Mother's alternate personalities. Making each split identity completely amnesiac so they can't access their own experiences. Creating temporary stability by erasing the personalities' ability to remember their own existence between manifestations.
That would explain why Charlotte Linlin sometimes appeared functional despite harboring dozens of competing consciousnesses. Pudding was essentially performing emergency psychological maintenance—a living suppression system for her mother's fragmenting mind.
The responsibility felt crushing even contemplating it hypothetically. How long can I sustain that? What happens when the personalities adapt? When they learn to resist memory extraction?
No wonder the Big Mom Pirates would become the weakest of the Four Emperors in the future—their organizational instability stemmed directly from their leader's deteriorating mental condition. The bounties posted by the New Marine would reflect that fundamental vulnerability, marking them as comparatively manageable threats despite their nominal Yonko status.
Charlotte Pudding's analytical gaze drifted toward her youngest sister in the family portrait—little Charlotte Hikaru, not yet born in this timeline but destined to carry enormous expectations. Would this beloved younger sister, treasured by everyone from birth, possess the strength to hold this dysfunctional international family together when Mother could no longer function?
Can one five-year-old with Mangekyō Sharingan substitute for an entire Yonko's authority and power?
The question haunted Pudding as she continued documenting everything in her perfect memory. Time would ultimately prove whether Charlotte Hikaru represented salvation or simply another victim crushed beneath this family's collective dysfunction.
Across the Seas - Various Powers
The revelation that the Big Mom Pirates would lose effective Yonko status in the future represented absolutely crucial strategic intelligence. Every major power across the seas—Marine headquarters, Revolutionary Army cells, rival Yonko organizations, ambitious Supernovas—committed that information to memory with meticulous care.
Charlotte Linlin's personality disorder transformed from family secret into exploitable weakness. The knowledge would influence countless strategic calculations, inform resource allocation decisions, shape long-term planning across every faction.
An unstable Yonko represented opportunity. A declining Yonko invited vultures. And a Yonko dependent on a five-year-old daughter's Sharingan abilities to maintain organizational coherence?
That represented a power vacuum waiting to be filled.
Time would prove everything. The Sky Screen's revelations had set wheels in motion that couldn't be stopped—wheels that would grind the Big Mom Pirates between strategic imperatives and internal dysfunction until something fundamental broke.
And when it did, every ambitious power in the world would be watching, waiting, ready to capitalize on the chaos.