One Piece: Rinnegan Is My Golden Finger.

Seeing Yamato finally stop being stubborn—submitting to his might—Chiga nodded in satisfaction, completely ignoring her comment about "gentlemanly conduct."

Gentlemanly conduct? What the hell was that? He wasn't Sanji, that pervert.

I, Uchiha Chiga—do I consider gender when I hit someone? Whether you're Yamato or some old hag, if I want to hit you, I will—and I'll hit wherever I damn please!

Yamato glared at Chiga hatefully and shouted,

"Are you satisfied now?! Hmph! If it weren't for these handcuffs, I would have... I would have lost more gracefully!"

Chiga was stunned. How can someone say something so pathetic with a straight face?

Still, the mention of the handcuffs caught his attention. He had been so focused on "educating" her that he'd forgotten she was still wearing those explosive restraints.

It really said something about Kaido's parenting style. As the saying went, "Spare the rod, spoil the child"—and Kaido had taken that to heart, and beyond. Instead of rods, he used bombs. "Strict teacher Kaido," and in this case, "strict father" too.

To be fair, his educational results had been... effective. Yamato had grown up with so much "filial piety" that she wanted to kill him.

This wasn't Yamato's fault, either. After witnessing the raw destructive power of the handcuff bomb, she was convinced that Kaido genuinely wanted to kill her. That's why she fought him like her life depended on it—because it actually did.

Those handcuffs didn't just explode—they were also laced with Seastone. While not enough to completely suppress her Devil Fruit abilities, they clearly weakened her, especially preventing her from accessing her full beast form.

This explained a lot. Despite eating a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit and being trained by Kaido, Yamato only managed to fight Ace—who was younger than her—to a draw. The handcuffs probably played a big part in that.

After thinking it over, Chiga casually snapped his fingers.

ROOM.

A translucent, hemispherical space spread out from Chiga's body. Yamato immediately scrambled to her feet, picking up her spiked club and holding it close, as if it could protect her.

But Chiga had no intention of attacking. His use of the Ope Ope no Mi was simply to remove her handcuffs—and give her a front-row seat to Kaido's idea of "fatherly love."

He could've crushed the handcuffs with his bare hands and absorbed the explosion without issue.

After all, he possessed the Bomu Bomu no Mi, allowing him not only to create explosions but to control their force—he could even stop an explosion the moment it was triggered.

Of course, this required inhuman reflexes. But with a pair of Rinnegan, it was child's play.

In other words, the explosion's outcome depended entirely on his mood. This was just Chiga indulging in his twisted sense of humor.

Focusing his gaze on Yamato's cuffs, Chiga gave a mental command—and the cuffs were instantly displaced. Before Yamato could react, they were teleported into the air above them.

The moment they left her wrists, the cuffs exploded violently—so powerful that a mushroom cloud formed in the sky.

Chiga's brow furrowed slightly. The explosion's radius was bigger than expected, and the shockwave was going to reach them.

It was too late to stop the blast now. Not even he could halt an explosion mid-air once it had fully triggered.

But within the ROOM, he controlled everything.

He instantly teleported Kalifa to a safe location, then looked at the stunned Yamato and shook his head. With a flick of his hand, he teleported her as well.

Chiga didn't move.

This explosion was nothing to him. A real man didn't look back.

He faced it head-on.

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Yamato, now far from the explosion site, came back to her senses, drenched in cold sweat.

After witnessing the sheer destructive power of the blast, she was dumbfounded. Kaido's "fatherly love" had literally blown her away.

Had Chiga not intervened, she would've been seriously injured, maybe worse. Transferring her so precisely without her even realizing it—clearly, that man had saved her life.

She glanced at Kalifa, now beside her, and the thought became more certain.

But where is he?

Thinking of Chiga, she instinctively covered her chest and scanned the horizon—just in time to see him being engulfed by the explosion in the distance.

Her pupils contracted. That guy saved me… Even if his punches hurt, she could tell he never intended to kill her.

Why didn't he teleport himself out? Did moving both me and this woman delay him?

That woman probably had a close relationship with him. It made sense for him to save her—but why save me?

Could it be… he's interested in me?!

A horrified look crossed Yamato's face.

Ah, women—once they start imagining things, the conclusions get wilder and wilder. Chiga had simply wanted to show off.

Just look at Kalifa's expression. Calm as ever.

She'd been around Chiga long enough to understand: the Uchiha had a weird tendency to show off. The stronger they got, the worse the symptoms.

Sometimes it involved maniacal laughter. Sometimes over-the-top displays of power. She'd heard there was another Uchiha—Uchiha Sasuke—who got beat up constantly for the same reason.

If the other Uchiha ever found out what Kalifa thought of their clan, Chiga might just get disowned on the spot.

Yamato didn't know any of this. She stared into the smoke where Chiga had vanished and sighed heavily.

"Even if we can't be together... you saved my life. Don't worry, I'll take care of your woman!"

Those words hit Kalifa like a lightning bolt.

What is wrong with this Yamato?! I don't need taking care of! My boss handles me just fine!

Kalifa took a step back. Yamato was now looking at her with a serious, noble expression.

Cold sweat rolled down Kalifa's back. She was already preparing to use Soru to escape this lunatic.

Thankfully, Chiga's voice rang out just in time—his tone colder than before.

"Who did you say you were going to take care of just now?"

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