"Divine Dragon Tail Swing, eighteen consecutive strikes!"
At this moment, Yamato's voice rang out, and her massive body began to slither through the air, moving as quickly as a fish swimming in water. A figure-eight trajectory appeared, with Aramaki at the center point.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yamato was incredibly fast, her tail whipping continuously at Aramaki, striking him so hard he swayed from side to side, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.
"Damn it, how does she have such speed?" Aramaki was battered and disoriented, his face full of disbelief. Logically speaking, the larger the physique, the less likely it is to be fast, but when it came to Yamato, that didn't seem to apply at all. After eighteen consecutive strikes, Aramaki felt pain all over his body and could barely stand steady.
"How about it, Aramaki? Is this Young Miss's Divine Dragon Tail Swing eighteen-hit combo impressive?" Yamato flew above Aramaki, looking down at him condescendingly.
"You bastard!" Aramaki was furious. What was the difference between this and being slapped eighteen times? It was just that Yamato used her tail. "Go to hell!" Aramaki raised his massive fist and smashed it toward Yamato.
Yamato tilted her body, dodging the fist, and then slithered down along his arm. "Let me perform some surgery on you," Yamato said, opening her mouth to exhale a Heat Breath. It was like a crimson longsword, rotating as it severed Aramaki's arm.
"You—" Aramaki was shocked. How could someone with such a massive body be so agile?
A few seconds later, Aramaki's hand had been sliced into pieces and fell away. Yamato had already reached Aramaki's front, and her Heat Breath, still active, swept directly across his head. Aramaki's head, topped with a tree canopy, was pierced through by the Heat Breath, leaving a large hole.
"Got you!" Suddenly, Aramaki's voice rang out. His other large hand reached toward Yamato, transforming directly into many tree roots that entangled Yamato's body.
"Got me? You little Aramaki, you're dreaming. If I were to wrap my entire body in flames, how would you deal with that?" Yamato was not in the slightest bit flustered. As she finished speaking, Yamato's body began to emit blazing flames, and those tree roots were quickly burned to ashes.
"Ah—so hot, so hot!" Aramaki screamed in pain, quickly retreating, not daring to get close to Yamato.
"Hahaha, Aramaki, now I'm letting you grab me, do you dare?" Yamato was wrapped in flames, like a roaring fire dragon. Looking at Yamato like this, Aramaki's face twitched. He had really had enough. This person truly loved playing with fire. "Damn it, how can there be such a Mythical Zoan ability in this world?" Aramaki cursed in his heart.
"Aramaki, let me show you another magic trick," Yamato said, having thought of something fun. Upon hearing this, Aramaki was so angry he felt like he was steaming. This person was simply too arrogant. Immediately after, he saw the flames on Yamato's body begin to recede, replaced by golden lightning.
Crackle!
Golden lightning wrapped around Yamato's entire body, transforming her from a fire dragon into a lightning dragon. Golden bolts of lightning continuously burst forth, striking the ground and exploding. Even Aramaki could feel that dangerous aura.
"This should be called Lightning Dragon Mode, and next up is—Wind Dragon Mode," Yamato said, the golden lightning on her body beginning to fade again. As the lightning receded, a cyan light emerged, and the power of wind quickly enveloped Yamato's entire body.
Following the golden lightning dragon, Yamato had once again transformed into a cyan wind dragon, both forms so majestic, as if a creature from mythology had descended. Aramaki was stunned. Flames, lightning, and hurricanes—to be able to control three natural forces. Wasn't such a Mythical Zoan a bit too absurd?
In reality, Yamato had a sudden flash of inspiration and thought to do this. It was Kaido's "Flame Dragon Torch" move that had given her the idea, which is why she thought to do it. The facts proved that this was indeed no problem.
"Aramaki, you've seen it now, no comments?" Yamato looked at Aramaki and raised an eyebrow. Aramaki's expression was gloomy. What kind of positive comments could he have? Even if he did, it would just be that he found it absurd. "Why aren't you talking? Aramaki, don't tell me you're scared by this Young Miss? It's okay, it's normal. Take a deep breath; being afraid is normal." Yamato flew above Aramaki's head, eyeing him like a tiger.
Aramaki looked up at Yamato, his expression becoming a bit more serious. He could feel a dangerous aura coming from above his head. The opponent's peculiar state, with hurricanes capable of tearing everything apart surrounding her body, made Aramaki feel it was very troublesome. Unless he had a way to directly break through the hurricane, even if the opponent stood right in front of him and let him hit her, he wouldn't be able to.
"Damn it, this monster. Now I'm in a real predicament," Aramaki's heart sank as he sensed that things were going poorly. If he had known, he wouldn't have made a move. Now that he had run into such a troublesome person, leaving wouldn't be easy.
Yamato also sensed Aramaki's thoughts and laughed. "Aramaki, you can't just run away now. Coming and going as you please? This Young Miss isn't that generous." As she spoke, Yamato descended to the front of Aramaki, her golden pupils gleaming with a cold light. "Aramaki, you only have two choices now: one is to fight me to the death and then get captured by me; the other is to surrender voluntarily, so you don't have to get hurt. Tell this Young Miss, what is your choice?"
As she finished speaking, a startling chill quickly spread, causing Aramaki's whole body to tense up. He suddenly woke up to reality; the person in front of him was the Young Miss of the Beasts Pirates, an existence whose strength was not inferior to Kaido's.
"Want me to surrender? No way!" Aramaki roared, raising his hand to unleash dozens of tree roots. They shot toward Yamato like spears, their tips coated in Armament Haki.
"You're smart to realize immediately that only Haki could counter my ability, but when it comes to Haki, you're just a little brother in front of this Young Miss," Yamato smiled faintly. In an instant, shocking Conqueror's Haki erupted from Yamato's body, and red and black lightning swept out like a gale. Aramaki's dozens of tree roots stopped as soon as they got close, trembling continuously as if they had hit an invisible wall, unable to advance even an inch.
"This—how is this possible? Has your Haoshoku actually reached such a level?" Aramaki felt a terrifying pressure. Under the influence of Yamato's Conqueror's Haki, his own abilities even began to recede, giving him a feeling that he was about to be forced back to his original form. At this moment, in Aramaki's eyes, Yamato's figure became incredibly terrifying. Those golden pupils stared at him, making him feel his soul trembling, as if he were being watched by a god.
"Aramaki, do you understand now what kind of existence this Young Miss is within the Beasts Pirates?" Yamato said slowly, her Conqueror's Haki continuing to intensify. Aramaki trembled all over, and his body began to be surrounded by Yamato's Haoshoku. Furthermore, that terrifying Conqueror's Haki seemed to have a consciousness of its own, landing on him one wave after another. In that instant, Aramaki felt as if shackles had been placed upon him. Even those shackles felt like Sea Stone, suppressing Aramaki's abilities, causing them to recede bit by bit and then deactivate.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Aramaki's massive body began to shrink, and the giant tree-man transformed back into human form bit by bit.
"Damn! My ability has been forced to deactivate!" Aramaki was terrified. As far as he knew, on the sea, there should only be one person with such terrifying Haoshoku at this age, and that was Red Hair. But now it seemed that the Young Miss of the Beasts Pirates in front of him also possessed such Haoshoku; this was simply unbelievable. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and experienced it himself, Aramaki would never have believed that the Young Miss of the Beasts Pirates would have such strong Conqueror's Haki. Such Conqueror's Haki could definitely be considered top-tier on the sea.
It was in these short ten-plus seconds that Aramaki, under the pressure of the Conqueror's Haki, completely deactivated his ability. Haoshoku bound Aramaki like ropes, making him feel powerless, and he fell to one knee. In front of such Conqueror's Haki, Aramaki felt helpless for the first time.
"Damn it, am I really going to be captured today?" Aramaki felt very unwilling. He was an Admiral, after all. If he were captured by pirates here today, it would surely be a huge joke if it got out. When that time came, how would the world view him? Just thinking about it made Aramaki's scalp tingle. "Stop, I give up, I surrender," in order to avoid the worst-case scenario, Aramaki had no choice but to beg Yamato for mercy.
Although begging a pirate for mercy made him feel ashamed, there was no other way. As long as he could escape safely, he would only be losing face here. If he couldn't escape safely and got captured, he would lose face in front of the whole world. Aramaki could still distinguish between what was light and what was heavy.
"Surrender? Oh my, our Admiral Aramaki has actually surrendered? However, I still prefer that unruly look you had before. Recover it and show me," Yamato looked at him with a smile.
Aramaki was furious when he heard this, but he dared not show it. "I'm serious, I surrender. As long as you let me go, I guarantee I will never step foot in Wano Country again."
"Negotiating terms with me? Aramaki, oh Aramaki, is there something wrong with your brain? I'm a pirate; how could I possibly negotiate terms with a Marine? Besides, you are currently a turtle in my jar; I can do whatever I want. Let you go? You're dreaming," Yamato sneered.
"You—if you detain me, that is declaring war on the Marine and the World Government. Even if you are the Young Miss of the Beasts Pirates, you should understand what that means, right?" Aramaki threatened.
"What of it? I'm just detaining you, not slaughtering you. If I slaughtered you, that would be declaring war on the Marine and the World Government. Merely detaining you isn't that serious. Moreover, this time you invaded our Beasts Pirates' territory; you are the invader. Being caught by me on my turf, you deserved it. Do the Marine and the World Government even have the face to complain? Aramaki, you need to understand first that you were the one who provoked the Four Emperors," Yamato looked at him coldly.
Aramaki didn't know what to say for a moment, because Yamato was right; he was the invader.
"Alright, enough nonsense. Surrender obediently; I won't take your life, and when the time comes, I will naturally send you back completely intact. If you refuse to cooperate with this Young Miss, then don't blame this Young Miss for bullying you, an Admiral," Yamato said with an unfriendly tone. As she spoke, the Conqueror's Haki binding Aramaki intensified a bit more.
Aramaki's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. "This guy, her Conqueror's Haki can still increase?!"
At this moment, Yamato took out a transponder snail. "Haruko, bring a pair of Sea Stone handcuffs over. I've caught a big fish." Hearing what Yamato said, Aramaki's face turned black and then green; the other party wasn't even bothering to hide it.
A dense sense of humiliation swept through his entire body. Aramaki roared directly; even if he couldn't use his ability, he could still use Haki to resist. "I will absolutely not let you pirates capture me! Don't underestimate an Admiral!" Aramaki shouted, slowly standing up and mobilizing his own Haki to resist Yamato's Conqueror's Haki.
Finally, Aramaki regained a certain degree of mobility and turned to run. Although he was restrained by Yamato's Conqueror's Haki and couldn't run very fast, at least he could run.
"Young Miss, who was that shouting just now? Is it Admiral Aramaki?" Haruko heard that sentence from Aramaki over the transponder snail. How should she put it? That sentence sounded a bit—tragic?
"It's him. This kid wants to run. Alright, enough talking. Bring the Sea Stone handcuffs over, the best ones," after speaking, Yamato hung up the transponder snail. Then, Yamato looked at Aramaki, who was struggling to escape. "Truly worthy of being an Admiral; you certainly have backbone. But do you really think you can get away?"
As she spoke, Yamato flew toward Aramaki and quickly blocked his path. Looking at the figure in front of him, Aramaki stopped, his expression ugly to the extreme. "If you have the ability, remove your Conqueror's Haki and let's fight head-on!" He had to try every possible way to find an opportunity to escape; even if people called him despicable, it didn't matter.
"Fight head-on? Oh my, our Admiral Aramaki actually wants to fight this Young Miss? Did I hear that right? Let alone whether you can beat me, it's obvious you can't. So, for you to still say that is quite intriguing. You must be wanting to run away, right? I am 100% certain," Yamato saw through his thoughts at a glance.
"No, I didn't. I just wanted to fight uprightly like a man and then be defeated uprightly," Aramaki spouted, just deceiving himself.
"Hahaha, Aramaki, oh Aramaki, it's truly lucky that a weirdo like you could become an Admiral. You even know how to spout nonsense. Let's see if this Young Miss buys that. Alright, this Young Miss has seen enough of this show. Be sensible and stand still, otherwise, I'll beat you up," Yamato said indifferently.
Hearing Yamato say this, Aramaki's heart sank to the bottom. He knew that the opponent would not let him leave today. If he, an Admiral, were captured, the impact would be very bad. Aramaki wanted to avoid this outcome at all costs.