After pulling the birdcage out of Donquixote's base and throwing it into the sea, Rosen glanced at Donquixote Doflamingo, who had just tried to negotiate with him using the birdcage.
Just a glance made the unruly Yaksha feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
He thought to himself, I'm in trouble.
Yes.
Donquixote Doflamingo was in trouble.
Boom.
Susanoo flapped its wings and descended from the clouds to the sea. It first carefully lowered the warship in its hand back onto the surface, then reached toward the deck and grabbed Donquixote Doflamingo, his neck bound with a seastone collar.
Susanoo's five fingers clenched, unleashing an overwhelming pressure.
"You—ahhh!"
Doflamingo's eyes went dark. The words that had reached his lips turned into a shrill scream.
Crack.
Crisp sounds like roasted chestnuts being split apart came from Susanoo's palm, making the sailors on the warship tremble with fear.
A moment later, Susanoo loosened its grip
A bloody figure fell onto the deck, crawling across it like mud.
It wasn't the seastone collar around his neck—Donquixote Doflamingo truly couldn't stand up.
Below the neck, almost all the bones in his body had been shattered.
Comminuted fractures throughout.
Even someone as strong as Doflamingo had lost the ability to stand.
"Didn't you say you wanted to tame me?"
"What's wrong?"
"Giving up already?"
Even with every bone broken, Doflamingo kept his mouth sharp.
"Then I'll ask you again."
"Since when did you get the illusion that I wasn't taming you?"
Rosen sat on a beach chair, looking down at Doflamingo at his feet.
"What do you mean?"
Doflamingo's face stiffened, a wave of unease creeping into his chest.
"Do you think I broke all your bones out of anger?"
"No."
"Just as the concept of a master doesn't exist in the mind of a wild beast, what I'm doing now is simply engraving the word master into your brain."
Rosen stretched his hand to the table beside him and drew his Zanpakutō.
In his grip, it was a Zanpakutō.
But to anyone else, it would be just an ordinary sword.
Once removed from him, it would eventually vanish into nothingness.
"Minazuki!"
As soon as the name left his lips, the blade swelled, morphing into a massive, flat, one-eyed creature resembling a manta ray.
Then—
Minazuki opened its bloody maw wide, swallowed Donquixote Doflamingo whole, and began chewing in huge, deliberate bites.
Gulp. Grrchhh.
The scene left the navy stunned, their backs slick with cold sweat.
"Hey, hey… did you notice?"
"The Admiral only acts gentle and easygoing when facing us, the navy, and civilians. But when it comes to pirates, he's as cold and cruel as the god of death."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Exactly! He's a navy officer. If he isn't kind to civilians and his men, why on earth should he be kind to pirates?"
"For a pirate like Donquixote Doflamingo, even if he were torn into pieces and scattered to the winds, it wouldn't be too much."
…
As the voyage continued, the sailors had come to understand Rosen better.
When dealing with the navy or civilians, not once had they seen him lose his temper, not even raise his voice.
But pirates…
His cruelty surpassed even Sakazuki's.
At least with Sakazuki, when facing pirates, one Hellhound was enough to reduce them to ash.
But Rosen?
Just look at Doflamingo now.
His crew destroyed.
Himself captured.
Then—every bone shattered by Susanoo.
Then—swallowed whole by Shizuku and chewed without mercy.
Each round of torment seemed designed not just to break his body, but to crush his will entirely.
"You're not actually going to chew him up and swallow him, are you?"
Douglas Bullet couldn't help but ask after watching Shizuku gnaw on Doflamingo for over twenty minutes.
The others pricked their ears—Rosen had come here to tame the Seven Warlords, but from the looks of it, he might just eat one instead.
"Almost."
Rosen didn't answer directly. He waited quietly for a moment, then flicked the hilt of his blade.
Puhhh.
Minazuki opened its mouth and spat out a figure wrapped in thick mucus, who rolled onto the deck.
"Rosen!"
Doflamingo tumbled across the planks, his expression flashing between shock, rage, and a flicker of fear. He suddenly jumped up, pointing at Rosen as if ready to take him down with him. But the moment he opened his mouth, he froze.
Not only him—the sailors around him stared in disbelief.
Half an hour ago…
Doflamingo had been reduced to a shattered husk, ninety percent of his bones broken by Susanoo, then swallowed and chewed by MInazuki for thirty long minutes.
Half an hour later…
The same Shizuku spat him out alive and unbroken, standing without a scratch.
"What did you just call me?"
Rosen's eyes bore into him.
"…Rosen."
Doflamingo answered without thinking.
"Wrong answer."
The words had barely left Rosen's mouth before Susanoo, standing on the sea, reached out again. Its massive fingers clenched around Doflamingo and shook.
Crackkk.
The navy could hardly believe what they saw. They knew Doflamingo's bones had been broken already—yet again, Susanoo crushed him into a bloody mess.
When it finally loosened its grip, Doflamingo once again collapsed onto the deck like mud.
"You—"
Doflamingo's bloodshot eyes widened, but before he could finish the word, Shizuku's maw opened beside him and swallowed him whole again.
The gruesome chewing echoed across the deck, chilling every sailor's spine.
For some reason, at that moment, they felt… pity.
Pity for Donquixote Doflamingo.
Having every bone in your body shattered was unbearable enough.
Being swallowed alive and chewed, even if it somehow healed, was a nightmare.
Doflamingo had gone through this cycle twice already—and it was clear this was only the beginning.
Only Doll watched it all coldly, without the slightest sympathy.
She had read the reports on Doflamingo, knew exactly what he'd done in the North Sea.
Human trafficking.
Arms dealing.
Drug smuggling.
Murder.
Arson.
Looting.
How many towns he had razed.
How many innocents he had killed.
How many families he had destroyed.
Compared to those whose lives had been ruined or snuffed out by him, in Doll's eyes, even death a thousand times over would not be enough punishment for Donquixote Doflamingo.
And so, she felt no mercy.