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Chapter 362: Whitebeard: Become My Son!
A short few seconds. For Brulee, it felt as long as a century.
When the last piece of dead skin fell from the bridge of her nose, and when that tingling sensation completely disappeared, she raised her head, trembling slightly. She looked at a mirror not far away—a decorative mirror on the wall of the tavern.
At this moment, it reflected a face that felt incredibly unfamiliar to her, yet familiar to her very bones. In the mirror, the old witch who always hunched her back and looked gloomy was gone. Replaced by a stunningly beautiful face with skin white as snow and features exquisite as a painting!
In those large violet eyes, tears of disbelief were currently welling up. That scar that had made her feel inferior for half her life, that had caused countless people to mock her as looking "like a ghost"... had completely disappeared!!!
"This... this is me?" Brulee tremblingly touched her cheek. The sensation from her fingertips was as smooth as a peeled egg. No grotesque protrusions. No ugly gullies. This was her. This was the appearance she should have had if that accident hadn't happened all those years ago!
"Ah..." Brulee opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she couldn't make any sound. Tears rolled down like broken pearls. Ever since she was disfigured by those thugs, she had lived in the shadows. She forced herself to become gloomy, to become scary. She told herself she was the "Mirror Witch".
But what girl doesn't love beauty? What girl is willing to live her whole life with a face that people call a "monster"?
"Brulee..." A tall shadow enveloped her. Katakuri slowly crouched down. Even crouching, he was still a head taller than Brulee. In that large hand, a clean white handkerchief had appeared at some point. He carefully, as if treating the most fragile treasure in the world, gently wiped away the tears on Brulee's face.
"So beautiful." Katakuri grinned. In that smile, there was no dignity of a Sweet Commander. No burden of being the "Perfect Man". Only a brother, seeing his sister finally obtain happiness, feeling that satisfaction coming from the depths of his soul. "Just like when we were little. No... even more beautiful than when we were little."
Watching this scene, many people in the tavern felt their eyes redden. Even those pirates who killed without blinking were touched by this pure familial affection. Who could have imagined that Katakuri, fierce and notorious across the seas—that man like a monster—would have such a gentle side?
"Waaaah—!!!" Brulee couldn't hold it back anymore. She threw herself fiercely into Katakuri's arms and cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances, inferiority, and pain of all these years.
"Big Brother... Big Brother... Uuuu..."
"Alright, don't cry."
"Is... is this Brulee?" The candy cane in Perospero's hand had been crushed by him at some point. Sticky syrup dripped down through his fingers, but he was completely unaware. That long face, always wearing an insidious smile, was now written with an expression of having seen a ghost.
As the eldest son of the Charlotte Family, he was one of the few old-timers who had seen Brulee before she was disfigured. The cute little girl in his memory instantly overlapped with the beautiful woman before him.
"Not only healed the scar... even her temperament has changed..." Perospero swallowed hard. A trace of extremely complex emotion flashed through his eyes. Jealousy? Envy? Or... fear?
He looked at Katakuri, who stood like a mountain in front of Brulee—the "Perfect Brother" who used to obey his every word. He was now revealing that mouth of hideous fangs without any scruples. The aura emanating from his body was as violent as an ancient beast that had just broken its chains. Just looking at him once, Perospero felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.
"Gurararara..."
Right in this dead silence, a deep and heroic laugh suddenly broke the silence. The laugh wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a unique vibrational frequency, shaking the tables and chairs in the tavern slightly and making everyone's eardrums buzz.
Katakuri's originally tender gaze suddenly focused. He slowly turned his head, those crimson eyes locking deadly onto a table in the center of the tavern.
There, an old man, still hooked up to IV drips but leaking dominance, was holding a sake bowl bigger than a normal person's head, throwing his head back and drinking deeply. Liquor flowed down his iconic crescent-shaped white mustache, spilling onto his broad, scar-covered chest.
"Whitebeard..." Katakuri's muscles tightened slightly. Although he had just obtained the Demon God Body and his strength had skyrocketed, facing the existence known as the "World's Strongest Man," that oppression originating from the depths of the soul still made him dare not be careless. Especially since he had seen with his own eyes how Whitebeard had nearly overturned the face of the entire World Government for a few brats unrelated by blood!
Burp—
Whitebeard slammed the sake bowl down heavily, making a muffled thud. His golden eyes examined Katakuri with interest, like appraising a peerless piece of uncut jade that had just come out of the furnace.
"Truly interesting..." Whitebeard reached out his large hand and casually wiped the liquor stain from the corner of his mouth. That heroic bearing made the surrounding pirates unconsciously straighten their backs. "That old hag Linlin, whose brain is filled only with sweets and political marriages... could actually give birth to a seed like you?"
As soon as these words came out, Perospero and the others' faces instantly turned pale. On this sea, someone who dared to openly call Big Mom an "old hag"—besides the dead Roger—probably only this monster before them remained!
Katakuri didn't speak. He just frowned slightly. Although he hated his mother's coldness and ruthlessness, as the second son of the Charlotte Family, that sense of family honor carved into his bones still made him instinctively want to retort.
However, before he could speak, Whitebeard's next words directly froze him in place.
"For your sister's sake, you dared to smash that hypocritical 'Perfect' sign to pieces." Whitebeard looked at Katakuri. There was no hostility in his eyes; instead, they held an undisguised appreciation. "Even with a scary mouth, your brat's soul is cleaner than ninety-nine percent of the people on this sea!"
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed loudly again. "Since you can't find the feeling of home with that crazy woman... Since you live so tirelessly... Then stop doing it!"
"Gurararara! Become my son!!!"
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