"Gurararara, kid, how do you plan to sail next?" Newgate asked casually.
Rhett chewed on his meat: "Lately I've been suddenly missing Oden, thinking of going to Wano to check things out."
Newgate glanced at him and suddenly asked: "You brat, you still haven't said why you're suddenly interested in Oden? That kid should be playing daimyo in Wano right now, no?"
Rhett paused mid-chew, his expression turning peculiar: "Oh? You really think so?"
Newgate frowned: "What do you mean?"
Rhett set down the meat, crimson mist coalescing in his palm to form an image—Kaido's Azure Dragon form hovering over Wano's skies.
"I saw the future. Your brother is currently being walked like a dog by this overgrown eel."
CRACK!
The barrel in Newgate's hand shattered into splinters, liquor dripping between his fingers. The entire feast fell silent instantly as everyone felt that terrifying rage.
"Kid... explain clearly." Newgate's voice was dangerously low.
Rhett sighed, "I only saw Oden being tricked by Kaido into dancing naked, then boiled alive. The rest I don't know well."
It wasn't that Rhett didn't know—he simply felt this much was enough.
As the mist shifted, Newgate's expression grew increasingly grim.
When he heard about Oden being boiled alive, he abruptly stood, his bisento slamming into the ground.
"That IDIOT!!!" Newgate roared, "Why didn't he come to me?! Did he never consider us family at all?!"
Rhett spread his hands: "Can't be helped—it was his country, his responsibility."
"Bullshit!" Fire burned in Newgate's eyes, "We'd never stand by watching family suffer humiliation in Wano!"
Marco quickly restrained the old man: "Calm down! Oden-nii he—"
"Gurararara..." Newgate suddenly let out a bone-chilling laugh, "Good, very good. Rhett, you didn't come just to tell me this story, did you?"
Rhett grinned tiredly but with sharp eyes: "Of course not. I'm going to Wano to confirm whether Oden's truly dead. After all, that guy's brain works differently—though I warned him, I need to see if he's disgraced our Roger Pirates legacy."
He swayed to his feet, extending a hand to Newgate: "Wanna come? I might not stop myself from killing him."
Newgate stared at Rhett's hand before bursting into laughter: "Gurararara! Interesting!"
He grabbed Rhett's hand and hauled him up, "Let's see where Kaido gets the guts to bully my family like this!"
Thick fog enveloped the sea as two massive pirate ships ghosted toward Wano's coastline.
Rhett stood at the prow, crimson mist swirling to completely conceal the Phoenix and Moby Dick.
"We're here." Rhett narrowed his eyes at the distant village with rising smoke, "Ebisu Town. Judging by the environment, Kaido's factories probably haven't expanded here yet."
Whitebeard strode to the bow with his bisento, white cape billowing: "Gurararara... looks peaceful enough. Kid, you being too careful?"
Marco circled overhead with phoenix wings before landing: "No Beast Pirates flags. Villagers seem normal."
"What're we waiting for?" Enel dug at his ear impatiently, "Just storm Onigashima! This god can—"
"Shut up." Rhett and Newgate snapped simultaneously.
Perona floated over, poking Enel with her parasol: "Dummy thunder god~ We're scouting, not starting wars."
"If Oden actually listened to my warnings and got smarter..." Rhett grinned as mist formed a transparent path ashore, "We'll ask around. If it's truly peaceful, we'll throw him a celebration."
The barkeep drew his blade: "As samurai, we protect our homeland. Pirates, leave our country."
Rhett yanked the man's daughter over, gripping her throat: "Talk or she dies."
The barkeep paled, agitated: "Don't hurt my girl! I'll talk... the Flower Capital... it's already under Kurozumi Orochi and Kaido—"
BANG!
Whitebeard slammed his cup down, making the man jump.
Rhett quickly restrained his arm, pressing: "Oh? I heard Kozuki Oden returned. Didn't he intervene?"
The barkeep looked terrified: "D-don't say that name! Lord Oden... he dances naked daily in the capital—"
CRUNCH!
Whitebeard crushed his cup to dust. Rhett blocked the shards with mist, still smiling: "How entertaining. Care to elaborate?"
After hearing the account, Whitebeard punched through a tree thick as three men: "That FOOL!!!"
The barkeep timidly asked: "M-milord, will you spare my daughter now?"
"What daughter? You're a bachelor." Rhett snapped his fingers—the girl dissolved into mist.
The man blinked. Right... no wife, no daughter.
Just temporary memory distortion—a petty trick.
Rhett leaned against the cliff face, expression dark as Kuzan's ice.
"So..." he said slowly, voice freezing, "Oden's really been dancing naked in the capital?"
The barkeep trembled: "Y-yes... rumors say Kaido promised to leave if Lord Oden kept dancing..."
"And he BELIEVED that?!" Whitebeard laughed furiously, "Gurararara... what a 'promise'!"
His Conqueror's Haki erupted uncontrollably.
"Shogun Kurozumi also guaranteed Kaido would honor the deal."
Rhett nearly laughed himself sick. After warning Oden not to trust pirates—
Damn it!
The old fool actually trusted Kurozumi Orochi?
Marco gripped Whitebeard's shoulder: "Easy! There are civilians here!"
Rhett took a deep breath as the crimson mist settled.
He approached the barkeep, tossing a bulging purse: "Sorry for the scare. This'll rebuild ten bars like yours."
The man gaped at the money. When he looked up, the terrifying pirates were already marching toward the Flower Capital.