"The Gu Yue Family?"
Fūgetsu Kisaburō frowned; he'd never heard that surname in Wano Country.
In the Fūgetsu family's own records, the only similar line was the Amatsuki Family.
Kozuki, Tengetsu, Shimotsuki, Fūgetsu, and Ugetsu—the five great "moon" families of Wano.
Then the Tengetsu vanished overnight; legend says they sailed overseas on some secret mission.
The Kurozumi Family stepped into the vacancy, pledging fealty to the Kozuki as vassals.
Kurozumi replaced Tengetsu as the daimyō of Hakumai.
Decades later, when the Kurozumi plot to usurp the shogunate failed, the Hakumai seat passed to the Shimotsuki.
"Tin!"
"Shut your traps!"
Rocks unleashed Conqueror's Haki, crushing the idle chatter.
He'd come to recruit this Yakuza Warrior, not to dig up ancient gossip.
"Make your choice!"
"A straight fight—then let's begin!"
"Opt for a Davy Back Fight, and you might actually stand a chance."
Rocks grinned; whatever the contest, he was certain of victory.
Sword, spear, axe, fist, foot—he'd mastered every weapon and style.
"Hold on—what exactly is a Davy Back Fight?"
Fūgetsu Kisaburō spoke up; he didn't even know the rules. He'd spent the past days studying charts and charts alone.
Pirate customs and gossip bored him stiff.
Kiel Bastard briskly explained the rules to him.
No need for Vice Captain Fang Huo to waste breath on trivia.
"Set the rules and steal everything the other crew owns?"
Kisaburō's face darkened; in a brawl he hadn't a prayer.
In a Davy Back Fight he might walk away free—and keep these pirates from pressing him into their crew.
Frankly, a proud Yakuza Warrior of the Fūgetsu line had zero wish to become some foreign sea-thug.
Yet the Gu Yue vice-captain had said: join us and you'll find Kōzaburō's group faster.
Alone, who knew how many years it would take to track scattered comrades across endless oceans.
More importantly: the moment he signed on, the whole world would know his name.
Kōzaburō and the others would spot his news at once.
He agonized for ages!
"I'll take the Davy Back Fight!"
One throw decides it—high Dice wins!"
Let fate choose!"
Do you dare accept?"
If I win—you let me leave!"
If you win—I become your man!"
The Yakuza Warrior produced two Dice, tossing one to Rocks; Kisaburō was also a gambler at heart.
He'd even considered demanding they help search if he won.
But today's gutter-level treachery had shattered his faith in out-land gangsters.
He dared not add that clause; these pirates might break the rules in rage and still attack.
So he chose the safest demand—simple release.
If even that proved impossible, then every pirate and Yakuza beyond the seas was trash.
One day he'd cut down the whole lot of faithless dogs.
"worororo! Straight to the point—I like it!"
"One throw—winner takes all!"
Rocks caught the ordinary die—no tricks, no gimmicks.
But the world's strongest pirate, blessed with future-sight Observation Haki—afraid of a Dice roll?
"Highest number wins!"
Kisaburō smiled, confident.
Crush the opponent's cube and any number on his own would win.
Silently he wrapped the die in Ryuo, ready for a sneak strike.
Slightly underhanded, yes—but he had to escape.
Rocks' own grin widened.
He had glimpsed a future shard—his own die shattering.
So that's how you want to play!
Nothing in "highest wins" forbids smashing the rival cube.
Since the samurai chose that path, Rocks would teach him: mere outward Armament is nothing.
Have you people of Wano ever seen Conqueror's Haki Coating?
"Then let's begin!"
Fang Huo refereed with relish; if luck turned against Rocks, he was ready to tilt the table with the Gravity Fruit.
But he never imagined a simple Dice roll…
One coated in Ryuo, the other in Conqueror's Haki!
He'd thought of nudging the pips—yet both contestants planned to obliterate the enemy cube.
Lesson learned: when you're strong, just flip the whole table.
Rules? They're only chains for the other guy.
At Fang Huo's signal, both men hurled their Dice—straight at each other.
"Boom!"
Kisaburō's Ryuo cube was instantly pulverised by Rocks' Conqueror-coated die.
The victor's cube clattered to the floor—showing a single red pip.
"worororo! Sorry—one pip still wins!"
Rocks laughed, staring as if Kisaburō were a fool—try to cheat him? Never.
Kisaburō paled; he felt read like an open scroll.
He'd meant to shatter Rocks' die by surprise, yet the pirate had done the same—and Ryuo couldn't even scratch the enemy cube.
What power was that?
In Wano, Ryuo was hailed as the mightiest force, able to shatter a foe from within.
"Samurai, mere outward Armament doesn't cut it."
Rocks roared in triumph; without that glimpse of the future, the wily samurai might have snared him.
"I lose."
With a bitter smile, Kisaburō accepted: from today he was a pirate—someone else's underling.
"No shame in your loss—your Three Types of Haki are miles beneath this monster."
Fang Huo chuckled; he hadn't needed to lift a finger. Rocks had bagged the Yakuza blacksmith in one throw.
He wondered if his seven star demon sword could be upgraded; the blade's tricks were potent, yet it had shattered under Straw Hat Luffy and Zoro's assault—an awful record.
If reinforcement proved impossible, he'd have to nurse it slowly with Armament Haki.
"That's it? Weren't we supposed to kill him?"
Mafia boss Maron's face darkened—this was meant to be revenge, yet somehow the target had become a 'comrade'."
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