Vivre cards are naturally drawn to each other.
This, Orin knew well.
The "sub-card" torn from the Vivre card would tend to drift slightly toward the "main card," and the card's burning indicated the owner's declining vitality.
It's worth noting that no matter how many sub-cards were torn off, there was only ever one main card. Even if only a sliver remained, it remained the main card and would not be drawn toward its offshoots.
Using this principle, Orin invented a tracking technique.
By teleporting a barely intact "main card" directly into the cardiac muscle fibers of the Vivre card's owner—
Aside from those with elemental bodies or the ability of the Op-Op Fruit, no one could escape his grasp.
This little trick with the Warp-Warp Fruit, Orin had never told anyone.
And those subordinates who offered up their Vivre cards had no idea it could be used like this either.
Only after being marked by Orin did they realize in horror—
No matter how they tore up the card, without exception, it would still point in their direction.
And by the time they understood how the trick worked, it was already too late.
This led to—
In the underworld of the future, the value of the Op-Op Fruit far surpassed the original 5 billion Belly. Countless underground tycoons made secret moves, throwing down over 10 billion Belly just to get its power.
And seeing these kings of the dark world kneel before him, Orin was quite pleased.
At least it saved him a trip.
To be honest, Orin was rather satisfied with this trip to Totto Land.
It had spectacle, and it didn't cost him much effort.
For a brief moment, Orin didn't even want to fight anymore.
But…
Having kids? Absolutely not. In this lifetime, that's never happening.
Backing out now would just piss Big Mom off and turn her into an enemy.
He'd have to find some way to barely stabilize the situation.
Orin racked his brains but came up with nothing. So, for now, he decided to eat and drink first.
With so many kinds of exquisite cakes and desserts…
At this point, might as well enjoy the food first.
Big Mom wasn't in a rush either. She thoroughly enjoyed the tea party atmosphere and the sweet treats.
During this time, Orin took the initiative to express his desire to imbue Yoru with a soul.
With a wave of his hand,
A lavishly designed black greatsword appeared in Orin's grip.
This startled everyone present!
Especially Big Mom's children. The moment they saw it, they shot up from their seats, their expressions turning grim as their hands went to their swords and guns.
"Sit down!!!"
Before they could act, a stern voice rang out from the crowd. Katakuri's expression was tense as he barked at his siblings.
His pupils glowed red—it was clear he had sensed something.
Not to mention, he had already noticed the two calmly seated at another table: Mihawk and Crocodile.
"Your Observation Haki has come a long way, Katakuri."
Orin chuckled and placed the Supreme Grade Greatsword—Yoru—on the table.
"Linlin, can I ask you for a favor? I'd like you to give this black blade a soul— Just like your Napoleon."
"Ma ma ma ma~ Oh, so that's all? Orin, you really love to joke."
Upon hearing Orin's words, Big Mom finally relaxed.
She had thought Orin was about to throw hands.
Imbuing a soul wasn't difficult. However, the more powerful the Homies, the stronger the souls required.
To show her sincerity—
With a wave of her hand, countless souls were drawn from the bodies of her Homies and poured into Yoru.
The entire process took only a few minutes.
At some point, Mihawk had silently walked up to the main table, his eyes locked onto Yoru, which now seemed to be undergoing subtle changes.
He looked just like a nervous husband outside a delivery room, waiting for his wife and child.
"No need to be that tense. Worst-case scenario, nothing happens."
Orin teased the little hawk, but for once, Mihawk didn't respond—he didn't even have the mood to retort.
As a milky-white energy appeared, which Big Mom mysteriously grasped and slowly channeled into Yoru's blade—
Orin couldn't help but watch closely.
Soul energy, huh?
When Big Mom finished, several pairs of curious eyes were fixed on the black blade, Yoru, resting on the table.
"…"
"Did it fail?"
There didn't seem to be any change.
Orin looked at Big Mom, only to see her shake her head while sipping her tea.
"The Homies transformation is complete. The only explanation… Maybe it's just a shy kid who doesn't like to talk."
I see~
So it's already gained awareness.
Still, since it's Mihawk's sword, it probably isn't shy—it's just cold and aloof like its master.
While Mihawk hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back, Orin casually picked up Yoru and examined it.
"Let's see how it feels. Maybe it'll be different."
He slowly raised Yoru and casually swung it skyward.
Whoosh—
Everyone at the banquet dropped their jaws, eyes bulging, shocked at the massive black slash, hundreds of meters long, slicing straight into the sky.
BOOM—
The clouds… no—
The sky split open…
Among Big Mom's many children, the few who had trained seriously in swordsmanship were the most shaken.
One of them was future Sweet Commander Charlotte Smoothie.
As a swordswoman who had already stepped into the realm of Sword Masters, she understood just how incredible that swing was.
That legendary Orin—had even his swordsmanship reached the level of a Great Swordmaster, nearing the world's peak?
Orin gave a subtle feel for it, then lightly waved Yoru again.
"Hmm… Doesn't feel all that different. About as powerful as Ace's swing."
Seeing Orin casually using Yoru like that, Mihawk was ready to snatch it back.
Swinging someone's sword right in front of them—
"Hey? Don't grab! Don't grab! I just thought of a way to make it talk!"
Seeing Mihawk's expression darken, Orin quickly spoke.
"You… what are you planning?"
Mihawk looked suspiciously at the unreliable boss before him.
But Orin always played by his own rules. Somehow, Mihawk felt there really might be a chance it would work.
"For cold and aloof types like you, I, Orin, naturally have my own method. Experience matters."
With confidence, and under the watchful eyes of Big Mom, Mihawk, countless Homies, and Big Mom's children—
Orin raised Yoru and solemnly declared:
"Young black blade, if you don't say something soon, I'll shove you in the latrine~"
Perhaps the threat worked. A pair of sharp eyes instantly snapped open on the hilt of the sword!!!