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Sanji's transformation had fundamentally altered more than just his physical appearance—his entire worldview had shifted to match his new gender identity. Where once he had been the perpetrator of unwanted romantic advances, he now found himself in the position of protecting other women from exactly the sort of harassment he had once inflicted. The irony wasn't lost on him, and it made his protective instincts burn even more fiercely.
"Listen here, you snot-nosed brat," Sanji snarled, his voice carrying all the maternal fury of a lioness defending her cubs. "Go home and drink your milk before I teach you some manners!"
Without hesitation, he channeled Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki) into his right leg and launched a devastating kick aimed directly at the young samurai's face. The attack carried enough force to hospitalize an ordinary person for weeks—exactly the sort of lesson this perverted child needed to learn about respecting women.
To his complete shock, the boy's head didn't budge an inch. Sanji's Haki-enhanced strike connected with what felt like solid steel, producing no visible damage whatsoever. Not even a bruise marked the spot where his kick had landed, let alone the knockout blow he had intended to deliver.
"What the hell?" Sanji gasped, staring at his own foot in disbelief. "Is this brat's skull made of iron?"
5 years of training and improvement should have made such an attack devastating against any normal opponent. The fact that his full-power strike had been completely negated forced him to reevaluate the threat level standing before them.
Rather than showing anger or pain from the assault, the kneeling suitor simply continued his inappropriate courtship as though nothing had happened. "Allow me to properly introduce myself, beautiful lady. My name is Kozuki Momonosuke, and while I may appear young, circumstances have made me mature beyond my years. I wish to make you my wife and bring you back to Wano Country, where you can share in the wealth and glory of a shogun's consort!"
Nami's eyes immediately locked onto the bouquet in his hands, her practiced thief's instincts recognizing the paper flowers for what they truly were—folded Bailey bills worth at least several million. The sight of so much disposable wealth being used for decoration set her mercenary heart racing with possibilities.
For a brief moment, she entertained thoughts of elaborate marriage fraud schemes that could net her hundreds of millions without any real commitment. The plan was already forming in her mind when two women burst through the crowd, their faces streaked with tears and expressions of heartbreak.
"Momonosuke, you bastard!" the older woman cried, her voice carrying the pain of betrayal. "You disappeared this morning while I was sleeping, and here you are chasing after another woman!"
"You promised to share your fortune with us," the younger woman added, her resemblance to the first making their relationship obvious. "Was everything you said just lies?"
The crowd of onlookers erupted into scandalized whispers as the true nature of the situation became clear. A mother and daughter pair, both apparently involved with this young warrior, confronting him about his infidelity in broad daylight—such drama was better than any theatrical performance Dressrosa had to offer.
Rather than showing shame or embarrassment at being exposed, Kozuki Momonosuke simply opened his arms and gathered both women against his chest with practiced ease. His shameless confidence in the face of public humiliation revealed the depths of his moral corruption.
"How could I ever abandon either of you?" he cooed with the smooth tongue of a practiced manipulator. "You're both precious to me—I'm destined to become Wano's shogun, and a man of my stature needs multiple companions to match his greatness."
The casual way he dismissed their pain while simultaneously embracing them in public made Nami's skin crawl. Any thoughts of marriage fraud evaporated instantly as she witnessed the psychological manipulation firsthand. This wasn't just some rich, naive young man she could take advantage of—he was a predator who collected women like trophies.
"Get out of my way, you disgusting creep," Nami snarled, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a lying manipulator who preys on women's emotions. Don't you have any shame?"
"My dear lady, I would gladly endure divine punishment if it meant winning your heart," Momonosuke replied without missing a beat, his attention still fixated on her figure with obvious hunger. "Lightning strikes, public humiliation, family curses—none of it matters if I can make you mine."
The casual dismissal of his other victims' feelings, combined with his continued harassment despite clear rejection, pushed Nami beyond her breaking point. If words couldn't penetrate his thick skull, perhaps electricity would prove more persuasive.
"Raiun!" (Thunder Cloud!)
Dark storm clouds materialized directly above Momonosuke's head, crackling with barely contained electrical energy. As a master of the Kumo Kumo no Mi (Cloud-Cloud Fruit) and skilled meteorologist, Nami could precisely control both the intensity and targeting of her lightning attacks. The crowd's presence required her to be surgical rather than overwhelming.
After several seconds of ominous rumbling, brilliant white lightning erupted from the storm cloud and struck downward with the fury of nature itself. To everyone's amazement, Kozuki Momonosuke simply tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, allowing the electrical discharge to pour directly down his throat like he was drinking water.
When the lightning finally dissipated, the young samurai merely burped politely and exhaled a small puff of smoke mixed with sparks. Not only had he taken no damage whatsoever, he appeared to have actually consumed the attack entirely.
"Delicious," he commented with genuine appreciation, licking his lips as though he'd just enjoyed a fine meal. "Your lightning has excellent flavor—no unpleasant aftertaste at all."
The display of supernatural resilience made his intentions toward Nami even more disturbing. Someone with that level of physical invulnerability wouldn't be deterred by conventional resistance, and his hungry expression suggested he was already contemplating more direct methods of claiming his prize.
Before the situation could escalate further, a middle-aged samurai pushed through the gathered crowd with obvious embarrassment. Unlike his charge, this man possessed enough honor to recognize inappropriate behavior when he saw it.
"I am deeply sorry for my lord's conduct," he said, bowing at a perfect ninety-degree angle toward Nami in the traditional gesture of sincere apology. "Kozuki Momonosuke-sama has caused great offense, and I beg your forgiveness on his behalf. Gomen'nasai!"
Character Profile: Leader of the Nine Red Scabbards of Wano Country - Foxfire Kin'emon, user of the Fuku Fuku no Mi (Clothe-Clothe Fruit)
The revelation of the Kozuki surname sent ripples through the observing crowd, particularly among the older generation who still remembered stories of the legendary samurai Kozuki Oden. That such noble blood could produce someone so thoroughly debased served as a sobering reminder that heredity meant nothing without proper character.