"AHHH!!!"
In the dead of night, Sanji was deep in a dream where he swam freely through the All Blue, plucking the liveliest fish from an endless sea to fill his basket—
When a piercing scream right beside him jolted him awake!
"Pudding-chan! What's wrong?!"
Sanji bolted upright, instantly alert.
Pudding clutched her chest, still shrieking in terror, her petite body trembling as if haunted by nightmares.
Relieved, Sanji moved to embrace her and offer comfort—
But the moment he shifted, his gentle smile froze.
In the darkness, there seemed to be another presence—and Pudding was farther away than she should have been.
"Wha...?" Sanji was dumbfounded.
What in the world was happening?
Bewildered, he got up and fumbled for the light switch.
Click.
The next moment—
"PFFFT—!!!"
Twin geysers of blood erupted from Sanji's nose as he flew backward.
Right between him and Pudding, sprawled out in a wild ungraceful sleep, lay a woman.
She was exceptionally tall—over three meters—and her sleeping posture was anything but elegant.
Apparently drunk, her snow-white skin glowed with a rosy flush, making her all the more enticing.
Disturbed by the light, she smacked her lips, mumbled something, then rolled over—pulling the trembling Pudding into her arms.
Sanji lay on the floor, dazed and pale, as if drained of blood.
"Yamato! Let go of me—let go! What are you doing?!"
Pudding's eyes snapped open to see a familiar face—none other than Yamato, her crimson horns unmistakable in the dim light.
Yamato, reeking of alcohol, held Pudding tightly in his arms.
Pudding's small head was pressed firmly against him, almost suffocating her.
Pudding struggled for a long time, her delicate body drenched in fragrant sweat, yet she simply couldn't break free from Yamato's embrace.
"Sanji! Sanji! Are you still there? Help me move Yamato away!" Pudding shouted loudly.
Sanji's unfocused gaze was startled by Pudding's voice, gradually sharpening as he climbed to his feet in confusion.
"Pudding-chan? What happened... Gah!"
Sanji spewed blood again and was sent flying.
His body twitched a few times on the ground and then.....
He passed out!
Pudding sighed.
Sanji was still too shy—even after all this time as a married couple, he was still so... sensitive.
Realizing she couldn't break free from Yamato, Pudding stopped struggling.
After all, they were both women—it wasn't a big deal.
"Hmm? Is Yamato drunk? This is a good opportunity to take a look at her memories."
Pudding's eyes lit up as she recalled the incident at the Cake Tower, where Caesar and Kaido had clashed fiercely over the matter of altering Yamato's memories.
Later, in the woods of Sweet Island, Yamato had provoked Sanji again.
These events had left a knot in Pudding's heart, making her want to understand this woman, Yamato.
Yamato's status was noble—her former position in the Beasts Pirates was, comparatively, even higher than Katakuri's in the Big Mom Pirates.
After all, Kaido had only one daughter, while Katakuri had an older brother and a twin sibling.
Yet this young lady, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, standing above the vast majority of people since her birth...
Within just a few short years of her life, her temperament had drastically changed.
Though she was born female, she dressed as a man.
She resented her father yet idolized her father's rival.
She was crazed, even delusional—to the point of believing herself to be Kozuki Oden and viewing Oden's son as her own.
For this, Yamato had even rebelled against her father and betrayed her own faction.
Was this a distortion of human nature? Or the collapse of morality?
With great effort, Pudding extended one hand, piercing directly through Yamato's forehead and delving deep into her brain.
With a gentle tug, Pudding pulled out a reel of undulating film from Yamato's mind!
The film showed the world from Yamato's perspective.
The most recent footage was of Yamato leaning against a window, watching with great interest the intense battle unfolding inside the room.
"Eek!"
Pudding's hand trembled, nearly dropping Yamato's memory reel.
Her face flushed crimson, as if about to steam.
She never expected that Yamato, this... pervert, had been peeping her from the window from the very beginning.
Did that mean...?
"This is so embarrassing! What is Yamato doing? Is she drunk?"
Pudding continued browsing further back.
Soon, she saw Yamato entering the room, taking off her clothes, lifting the covers, muttering indistinct words.
Pudding's face practically steamed, her ears burning red.
"Pervert, pervert, Yamato, you perverted woman!"
Blushing furiously, Pudding kept flipping through.
Gradually, time sped up before Pudding paused it again.
This was a room—Yamato was clearly sitting on her large bed, clutching a pillow and tearing at it repeatedly.
Occasionally, suppressed sobs could be heard from her.
"Why... why can Sanji forgive his wicked father, but I can't?"
"But... but Kaido is different, Kaido he..."
"Kaido! I can never forgive him, he..."
"I don't hate him for tempering me since childhood, nor for locking me in dark prison cells, nor for chaining me up and preventing me from setting sail on adventures."
"But I hate him... for killing my mother!"
"Ahhh! This is the one thing I can never forgive! Kaido! I must kill him! To avenge my mother!"
"Wuuu... but, but, why do I always inexplicably miss those childhood days? Those times when I rode on my father's shoulders like that little girl, laughing joyfully?"
"I remember riding on my father's back when he transformed into the Azure Dragon, soaring through the skies to pluck clouds."
"I also remember father personally teaching me his Thunder Bagua technique, and the smile that appeared on his face when I managed to mimic it decently."
"I remember King transforming into a pterosaur and taking me on tours around Wano Country."
"I remember Queen turning into a brachiosaurus and letting me slide down his back like a slide."
"I remember Jack pulling out his tusks and telling me his swords were the most expensive weapons in the New World."
"I still remember..."
"But... I still can't forgive you, Kaido!"