One Piece: My Descendants All Become Monsters

"Ushimaru!"

Shimotsuki Yasuie and Shimotsuki Ushimaru both had extremely grim expressions.

Neither of them had expected this situation at all.

The current situation was simply strange.

Kozuki Oden had died inside the Shimotsuki clan's shrine.

Kozuki Sukiyaki had immediately sent people to attack.

Most importantly, the person sent was the daimyo of Kuri.

The relationship between the Kozuki clan and the Shimotsuki clan…

Anyone who was not an idiot would understand it clearly. And under the premise of understanding this relationship, even if Kozuki Sukiyaki was truly furious and even believed there was something wrong with the two of them, he should have summoned them to the Flower Capital first before acting.

"Brother!" Shimotsuki Ushimaru sat there with an ugly expression and said in a low voice, "What exactly is going on? Oden-dono clearly would not…"

"Someone is targeting our Shimotsuki clan."

"There is also a problem inside our Shimotsuki clan."

Shimotsuki Yasuie knew very well that something had gone wrong inside their clan.

This was definitely a problem among the upper levels of the clan. The Shimotsuki-style swordsmanship that killed Kozuki Oden was fundamentally not something ordinary people could come into contact with.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru's killing intent began spreading from his body.

"Ushimaru." Shimotsuki Yasuie said calmly, "Calm down! It is not only our side that has a problem. If nothing unexpected has happened, Shogun-sama has probably already been controlled. Otherwise, Shogun-sama would never make such a choice."

"Now…"

Shimotsuki Yasuie said seriously, "Ushimaru, we have only one choice. We kill our way into the Flower Capital and rescue Shogun-sama. But! If we truly kill our way into the Flower Capital, even if we rescue Shogun-sama, we will never be trusted again."

"Then?"

Shimotsuki Ushimaru seemed to have guessed something and asked softly.

A fierce light flashed in Shimotsuki Yasuie's eyes. "Ushimaru, kill the daimyo of Kuri and his samurai, then fight into the Flower Capital!"

As for what came after that…

Shimotsuki Yasuie did not need to say anything more.

However.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru already understood very clearly. The facts were exactly as Yasuie had said. The choice had already been placed before him. Now, it depended on what decision he would make.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru's voice became hoarse as he said seriously, "Are we really going to do this?"

"There is no choice." Shimotsuki Yasuie shook his head and said, "In this war, we are not certain to win from the beginning. Since the other side chose to act, that means they have confidence in victory."

"I understand!"

Shimotsuki Ushimaru said nothing more. He stood up and left.

In the end, they chose to prepare. There was no need to say anything more. They would make all necessary preparations.

Five days later.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru stood among the samurai formation, holding the famous blade Shusui, one of the 21 Great Grade Blades. This was once the famous blade of Shimotsuki Ryuma, the ancestor of the Shimotsuki clan and the Sword God of Wano Country.

At this moment, it was aimed at his own countrymen.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru hesitated slightly, but in the end, he said nothing and stepped onto his warhorse.

There was nothing he intended to say, because it was meaningless.

Each region of Wano Country was separated by rivers, and travel required crossing bridges.

At this moment.

Standing on this enormous bridge were the two sides.

On the other side.

It was the brothers Shimotsuki Yasuie and Shimotsuki Ushimaru.

Both sides looked at one another.

As long as one was not a fool, they could see the other side's situation clearly.

There was no unnecessary talk.

The battle began just like that.

Seimei commanded a grand army of thirty thousand people.

As for the Shimotsuki clan, their samurai were the most elite samurai in Wano Country. Although there were only a few thousand of them, during this war, for a time, it seemed that neither side could gain the upper hand.

"Big Sister?!"

Seimei looked at his elder sister beside him.

Artoria said calmly, "Don't worry. There will be no problem. Protect yourself."

As Artoria spoke, she directly leapt down from the spot.

"Lord Red Count!"

Kurozumi Semimaru lowered his head slightly, indicating that he understood.

Redfield stood silently, watching everything without saying a word. His duty was to protect the two of them.

On the other side.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru held Shusui in his hand and was slaughtering in all directions. In terms of prestige, he might not compare to Oden, but Shimotsuki Ushimaru was a genuine quasi-Admiral-level fighter.

The current Shimotsuki Ushimaru truly cut through everything.

The person he had to face…

The two sides were not too far apart in strength. And when their strength was nearly equal, he could naturally fight. But facing elite troops was still extremely troublesome.

However.

Seimei did not care how much strength this battlefield could preserve.

He only cared about one thing.

That was the most fundamental core reason.

Semimaru could not participate in the battle.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru suddenly raised his head. A figure entered his eyes. It was a girl wearing a cloak and blue armor. She looked only around twelve or thirteen years old, and she held a holy sword in one hand.

With that familiar face, she had already launched an attack from above.

Accompanied by a sharp sound, Artoria swung down with the Sword of Promised Victory in hand. Brilliant light flashed, then transformed into streams of light that directly shot downward.

Seeing this strike, Shimotsuki Ushimaru did not dare show the slightest carelessness. He raised the famous blade Shusui in his hand and released a resplendent blade light.

The next moment.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru made his move.

A dazzling blade light swept across, directly cutting through all the lightning. His entire body retreated backward. After stabilizing his steps, he looked at Artoria, who was already charging straight toward him.

He had no unnecessary words either.

Artoria held her spear in one hand, spun it in a spear flower, and followed immediately with repeated thrusts. Every spear strike was so sharp. Although she looked young, the skill and strength she displayed were astonishing.

Of course.

These were not enough to frighten Shimotsuki Ushimaru. This little girl was indeed extraordinary.

The other side's weapon was extremely strange, and the other side's armor was even stranger. Most importantly, there seemed to be an invisible and intangible layer around her that could block his attacks.

This was simply ridiculous.

Of course.

These things were still manageable. For Shimotsuki Ushimaru, who had mastered Haki, there were still ways to handle them.

But then, another problem appeared.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru discovered that during this little girl's battle with him, at first glance, she seemed like someone who had been learning at home and had not truly trained on the battlefield.

Yet merely during the process of fighting him, she was gradually becoming more and more skilled. Her battle experience was increasing rapidly, and many useless techniques from her original movements were being discarded.

No joke.

This was simply absurd. It made people fundamentally unable to imagine or understand it.

After ten minutes of fighting, Shimotsuki Ushimaru was forced to open some distance. He stared at Artoria and said, "Little girl, what is your name?"

"You are Shimotsuki Ushimaru, right?"

"Wano Country's number one swordsman."

Artoria shook the spear in her hand. The corner of her mouth carried a faint smile as she looked at Shimotsuki Ushimaru.

The scabbard at her waist was Avalon.

The holy sword was the Sword of Promised Victory.

The spear in her hand was Rhongomyniad.

The blue armor on her body was also growth-type armor specially forged by her seventh brother.

Right!

Right!

Even the cloak behind her was a specially forged growth-type cloak.

One could only say.

Artoria was truly armed to the teeth. On top of that, with her own Haki reserves, even if she carried five growth-type weapons alone, she could easily support them without the slightest problem.

As a result?!

Now.

Although Artoria only had the level of a Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral, facing Shimotsuki Ushimaru, who possessed quasi-Admiral-level strength…

Her own strength was definitely inferior to yours, right?

Fine!

But my family is rich.

Sorry.

The divine-level forging master is from my family. I am truly sorry.

"Wano Country's number one swordsman?" Shimotsuki Ushimaru shook his head and quietly looked at Artoria. "Edward Family… In other words, all of this was caused by you people."

"Not important."

Artoria merely said quietly, "These are not matters I should answer, nor are they matters you should do anything about anymore, because you fundamentally cannot leave here alive."

Artoria held Rhongomyniad, then drew the Sword of Promised Victory from her waist.

The next moment.

A cold light burst from her eyes. Artoria held the spear in her left hand and the sword in her right, charging directly toward Shimotsuki Ushimaru.

Watching the battle, Redfield could not help sighing softly. "Eldest Young Miss's talent is truly terrifying! She is only twelve years old, yet at such an age, she has already reached this terrifying level?"

"Truly frightening!"

It was not only Redfield who felt this way.

The strength Artoria displayed—or rather, the gift that should be called instinct—was truly terrifying. It was simply absurd. This was no joke.

At only twelve years old, her rate of progress was astonishing. She was even improving continuously during battle.

It was not an increase in raw strength. If her raw strength truly increased mid-battle, that would be far too outrageous. But whether it was experience or combat skill, being able to improve these things during battle was already incredibly unbelievable.

These were all real facts. Progress like this was already genuinely frightening.

Redfield exhaled slightly and maintained his calm. He quietly watched the war unfolding before him.

However.

Redfield discovered in his heart that, before he knew it, time had passed again and again like this.

Before he knew it, he had already changed.

The passage of time and the bonds between people would change a person.

In the past.

If he saw someone like Artoria, he would feel admiration and want to protect her.

He would want to protect Eldest Young Miss.

He silently believed that he would not let anyone hurt her, no matter who it was.

Of course.

The reason for this was partly because of family affection, partly because of Artoria's ability, and partly because of her position.

It was still the same saying.

The child who could truly become the core of the family, who had the ability and age for it, was Artoria.

In reality, to Ike, she could be considered the second core after himself.

If!

Ike, as the father, died, then the family would continue operating smoothly.

But if Artoria truly died on the battlefield or died here, then for the entire family, it would more likely fall into chaos. The family could continue developing and growing, but no one would submit to anyone else. Everyone would end up acting independently.

At that time, the most suitable person to lead the family and establish a nation would be Ike himself. No other person would possibly be suitable.

This was the current situation of the Edward Family.

This was also why, when Ike made his decision, almost everyone opposed it.

It was very simple.

Artoria was similar to Zhu Biao of the Ming Dynasty. If Zhu Biao lived, no one had any objections. If Zhu Biao died, everyone would be unhappy.

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