Konoha's Medical Ninja: One Punch to beat up Madara

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Repeat That For Me



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The Flower Capital of Wano truly lives up to its name.

Amidst the desolation of the surrounding regions, this city sparkled like a jewel.

Its streets, adorned with vibrant flowers, stood in stark contrast to the barren and war-torn lands of Wano.

Ancient architecture intertwined with bursts of color created a breathtaking view, encapsulating the essence of beauty.

Yet today, the bustling capital was even more lively than usual.

The Mansion, perched at the highest and most visible point of the city, echoed with laughter and music.

This was no ordinary day—it was the day Shogun Kurozumi Orochi hosted a banquet in honor of Kaido of the Beasts.

These banquets were more than simple festivities.

For Orochi, they were strategic opportunities to tighten his alliance with Kaido, a bond necessary to eradicate the remnants of Kozuki Oden's loyal samurai who still resisted his rule.

Queen, one of Kaido's top officers, was also in attendance.

Typically stationed in the Udon prison, he had made a rare exception for this event.

And for good reason-Orochi had invited Wano's famed oiran, Komurasaki, whose beauty and grace were said to be unmatched.

The mention of Komurasaki's presence had been enough to make Queen abandon his usual duties and arrive with eager anticipation.

Inside the lavish banquet hall, Komurasaki, clad in an exquisite kimono, played her shamisen with closed eyes, her fingers moving gracefully along the strings.

The hauntingly beautiful melody filled the air, captivating the audience.

Yet, curiously, the dancers who usually supported her performance stood awkwardly in a corner, their unease visible.

And then, the reason became apparent-a towering, rotund man was the center of attention. Queen, with an enthusiasm disproportionate to his bulky frame, was dancing flamboyantly in the middle of the room. His grotesque yet oddly nimble movements contrasted sharply with the elegance of Komurasaki's music.

As her performance ended, applause thundered through the hall.

"Marvelous!" Orochi exclaimed, clapping loudly despite the clear disgust he tried to mask.

"I had heard rumors that Queen, one of the All-Stars, was as skilled in dancing as in combat. Seeing it today, I can confidently say that you exceed expectations!"

The other guests chimed in with exaggerated praise.

"Indeed! Queen-sama's way of dancing is unique-every performance feels like an entirely new creation!"

"Such a perfect pairing! Queen-sama's lively steps alongside Komurasaki's divine music- it's as if the heavens themselves orchestrated this moment!"

Flattered by the attention, Queen turned to Komurasaki with a beaming smile.

"Komurasaki, my dear, I created this special dance just for you! Tell me, did you enjoy it?"

Komurasaki forced a polite smile, hiding her discomfort.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, a deafening explosion shook the building.

"What is going on?!" Orochi barked, his irritation clear.

Outside, shouts and clashes of steel could be heard as chaos erupted.

The samurai and guards scrambled, their cries filling the air.

The commotion grew louder, and moments later, a massive fireball crashed into the building, engulfing the guards outside in flames. Amid the rising smoke and flames, a silhouette

emerged—a figure walking steadily toward the mansion.

"Who is this short runt?" Queen scoffed, his mocking laughter filling the hall.

"Shogun Orochi, it seems your samurai aren't as competent as you claim if they can't even handle one small intruder."

Orochi, his face twisted in anger, growled.

"Hmph! It's probably just another rogue Kozuki loyalist. Kyoshiro, deal with it!"

Standing beside Orochi, Kyoshiro nodded solemnly.

But beneath his calm demeanor, a storm brewed in his mind.

Known secretly as Denjiro, one of Kozuki Oden's most trusted retainers, he had spent years

posing as Orochi's subordinate, all in preparation for a certain moment.

If this intruder was truly a Kozuki samurai, how could he ensure their survival while

maintaining his cover?

Outside, the smoke began to clear, revealing the intruder's identity.

A flicker of crimson light shone in the figure's eyes.

It was Madara Uchiha.

Queen's earlier insult echoed in Madara's mind: short runt.

It hit a nerve.

Height had always been a sensitive topic for Madara, who often found himself comparing his stature to his rival Hashirama's.

It was one of the few battles he consistently lost.

He wasn't short per se, he was just shorter than the one who mattered.

And in this world that was even further of a problem, because everyone here was so freakishly

tall.

Irritation flickered across Madara's face as a skeletal arm formed beside him, conjured by his formidable chakra.

In an instant, the arm struck the mansion, toppling the entire structure.

The guests screamed as they tumbled to the ground, the once-grand hall reduced to rubble.

"You idiot! You nearly crushed Komurasaki!" Queen roared, scrambling to his feet.

But as he caught a proper look at the intruder's face, his anger morphed into terror.

"Uchiha... Madara?!"

Queen's voice cracked as he recognized the legendary figure before him.

But, as soon as he said that, panic spread among the Beast Pirates as they realized who had

appeared in their midst.

The stories were famous enough for them to hear them.

Madara had clashed with the Marines and fought Uchiha Sasuke and the Golden Fox Admiral

to a standstill over the course of three grueling days.

Queen's earlier bravado vanished.

His massive frame trembled as sweat poured down his face.

He forced a nervous grin, stammering, "W-what an honor to meet you, Uchiha Madara-san!

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Madara stepped closer, his crimson eyes locking onto Queen.

The oppressive weight of his presence alone made the room feel suffocating.

"Didn't you call me a short runt earlier?" Madara asked, his voice calm but laced with menace.

"N-no, of course not!" Queen stammered, desperately backpedaling.

"I was talking about Orochi fool! Look at him-he's the only short one here I can see!" He

jabbed a finger at the stunned Shogun, who stood frozen in confusion.

Madara's lips curled into a cold smirk.

"Heh."

As his Mangekyō Sharingan flared, a towering, 100-meter-tall Susanoo materialized around

him, its ethereal form radiating overwhelming power.

The colossal figure raised a sword, pointing it directly at Queen.

The pirate, now reduced to a quivering mess, could only stare in terror as Madara's voice

echoed like thunder from the heavens.

"Say it again!"

"Repeat your words now!"