One Piece : Brotherhood Chapter 271

Dressrosa , New World

"Clang... Clang...!" The sharp, tallic ring of swords clashing reverberated through the air, cutting through the tense atmosphere of the training ground like a battle drum.

Two figures, moving faster than most could track, blurred across the space, each strike precise, deliberate, and relentless. This was not a simple sparring session; this was a test of will, strength, and skill between two hardened warriors.

Kyros, the legendary gladiator of the Corrida Colosseum, moved with the deadly grace of a man who had spent decades fighting for his life. His every step was precise, calculated, his muscles honed to perfection from years of battle.

His body had scars, mories of countless victories and near death battles, but none of that mattered now. Today, he was free from the Colosseum, free to test his skill as part of the Donquixote Family’s inner circle.

Diamante, the core mber of the Donquixote Pirates and one of Doflamingo’s top executives, grinned through the sparks as their blades collided. He, too, was a seasoned fighter, but this ti, he held back his devil fruit powers.

This was a contest of pure swordsmanship, a test of their haki and their blades. His eyes, sharp and calculating, followed every movent of Kyros, his Observation Haki sharpening his reflexes.

Kyros lunged forward, his sword coated in a layer of jet-black Armant Haki, swinging it down with enough force to cleave a boulder in two. The speed of his attack was blinding, a testant to his days as the undefeated champion.

But Diamante was no ordinary opponent. With a swift sidestep, his blade flashed upward to intercept Kyros’ strike, eting it with equal force.

"CLANG!" The impact of their haki-infused swords shook the ground beneath their feet, sending a shockwave of energy rippling through the training grounds. Both n held their ground, neither giving an inch. Diamante’s grin widened as he pushed back against Kyros, testing the gladiator’s raw power.

"Not bad for a man who spent years behind bars," Diamante taunted, his voice smooth but laced with condescension. "But do you really think that raw strength is enough to win?"

Kyros didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pivoted, shifting his weight and using the force of their clashing blades to spin into a rapid side strike aid at Diamante’s torso. His Observation Haki guided the strike, sensing the tiniest shifts in Diamante’s posture.

But Diamante was fast. Faster than most would expect for soone of his size. He leaped backward, avoiding the brunt of the strike by inches, the tip of Kyros’ blade grazing his coat.

"Tch..." A montary frown crossed Diamante’s face before he advanced again, this ti launching a series of rapid, calculated slashes.

Kyros, unflinching, deflected each blow with expert precision, his sword moving like a blur in his hands. The sound of steel hitting steel echoed through the air like a storm, each strike faster than the last.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Diamante’s speed increased, pushing Kyros to his limits. Each swing was laced with deadly intent, his sword coated in Armant Haki. But Kyros t him blow for blow, his own haki-infused sword acting like an impenetrable wall.

For every strike Diamante attempted, Kyros was there, parrying, dodging, countering. The two warriors danced in a storm of steel, their movents so fast that onlookers could barely keep up.

Diamante’s grin faltered slightly. He’s better than I thought. He shifted his stance, dropping low as he swept his sword in a wide arc, aiming for Kyros’ legs. Kyros, with his battle-honed reflexes and haki, sensed the incoming attack.

Without missing a beat, he vaulted into the air, flipping over Diamante’s strike and bringing his sword down in a powerful, overhead slash.

"CLANG!"

Diamante raised his sword just in ti, the force of Kyros’ blow sending vibrations down his arms. He grit his teeth, muscles straining under the gladiator’s raw strength. With a roar, Diamante pushed back, forcing Kyros to retreat.

The two n stood a few feet apart now, both breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison. The air between them was thick with tension, the ground beneath them cracked from the intensity of their clash.

"You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that," Diamante said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "But it’s going to take more than brute force to defeat ."

Kyros’ eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his sword. "I’m not here to lose. I’ve spent my entire life fighting to survive. This—" He gestured between them with his sword, the edge gleaming in the dim light. "—is nothing compared to the hell of the Colosseum."

With that, Kyros launched himself forward once more, his Observation Haki sharpening his senses to the fullest. He could feel the small shifts in Diamante’s stance, anticipating his next move. Diamante lunged as well, and the two clashed again in a whirlwind of steel.

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"

This ti, Kyros didn’t let up. His strikes ca faster, stronger, each one calculated to break Diamante’s guard. His Armant Haki flared to life, coating his entire sword in black as he swung down with all his might.

Diamante, grinning through the intensity of the battle, t Kyros head-on. He could feel the sheer power behind Kyros’ blows, and though he parried each one, it was clear the gladiator was relentless.

Finally, with a powerful clash that sent another shockwave through the air, both n locked blades, their faces inches apart, each struggling for dominance. Sweat dripped from their brows, their muscles tense as they pushed against one another with all their strength.

Then, with a sharp exhale, they both disengaged, stepping back to catch their breath. Neither had won, but the respect between them had grown tenfold.

"Not bad," Diamante said, smirking as he lowered his blade slightly. "Maybe you really are as good as Issho san said you were, Kyros."

Kyros, breathing heavily but still focused, nodded. "Thank you for going easy on ..."

Doflamingo leaned back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched the intense spar between Kyros and Diamante co to an end. "Fufufufu, not bad... not bad at all." His tone dripped with amusent.

Turning to the man seated beside him, the forr king of Dressrosa, Doflamingo’s grin widened. "Riku, you sure were keeping a gem holed up behind bars all these years."

King Riku, who had remained quiet through the sparring session, watched Kyros with mixed feelings. There was pride in seeing the forr gladiator display such skill, but also regret.

Riku knew Kyros had spent far too long fighting in the Colosseum, and the thought that he might have been one of Dressrosa’s greatest champions in other circumstances weighed on him.

Doflamingo, on the other hand, saw only opportunity. At first, he’d been skeptical when Issho spoke highly of Kyros’ potential.

Issho had claid that Kyros could beco a powerhouse, but now that Doflamingo had seen the gladiator in action, he believed it. Kyros wasn’t just strong—his mastery over Armant and Observation Haki was remarkable, considering he had trained in isolation.

Doflamingo could only imagine how formidable Kyros might beco with proper guidance and access to the resources the Donquixote Family had at their disposal.

Standing up, Doflamingo adjusted his blood-red suit, his feathered cloak billowing as he made his way toward the training ground. "Co, Riku." His voice was casual, yet authoritative, and King Riku followed him without a word.

As they approached, Diamante lowered his sword, still catching his breath from the intense duel with Kyros. Kyros, ever the disciplined warrior, sheathed his blade and stepped aside respectfully as the two leaders approached.

Doflamingo cast a glance at Kyros, nodding slightly in approval before turning his attention to Diamante.

"Not bad, Diamante," Doflamingo said, his voice dripping with mock humility. "Though I do not know much about swordsmanship, it seems you’ve improved. Your skills are sharper, and it seems your voice has finally returned to its forr glory."

Diamante, still wiping the sweat from his brow, gave a dismissive wave. "Co on, Doffy, you know I haven’t changed that much. If anything, I’m rusty."

Doflamingo’s smile widened, his glasses glinting in the fading sunlight. "Fufufu, you deny it, but I can see it. You’ve co a long way, Diamante. There’s no need for modesty."

"No, no, Doffy, seriously. I’m not that different," Diamante protested, holding his hand up as if to fend off the praise. "It’s just the sa old Diamante, nothing special."

Doflamingo’s eyebrows arched in playful disbelief. "Oh? So you’re saying my judgnt is off, huh?" His grin was teasing, but there was an edge to his words.

Diamante hesitated, sensing where this was going. "I’m just saying, maybe I haven’t earned that much praise yet."

Doflamingo crossed his arms, a smug expression on his face. "Alright, alright. If that’s what you think, then who am I to argue? Maybe I was wrong after all."

There was a brief pause, and then Diamante’s eyes widened slightly. He looked between Doflamingo and the others for a mont before sighing in defeat, a sheepish grin forming on his face.

"Well... if you insist, Doffy. I suppose I can accept the praise. You’re rarely wrong about these things."

"Fufufufu," Doflamingo’s laugh echoed around the training ground, and even King Riku couldn’t help but shake his head at the exchange. It was classic Diamante—always pretending to downplay himself, but never able to resist when given the spotlight.

Shifting his attention back to Kyros, Doflamingo’s tone grew more serious. "Kyros... you’ve impressed today. There’s a strength in you that’s been untapped for too long." His eyes narrowed, calculating. "With proper training and the resources we can provide, you could be sothing even greater than a gladiator. You could be unstoppable."

Kyros, despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders, straightened his back and locked eyes with Doflamingo. His breathing was steady but labored, a testant to the intense sparring session monts before.

The cool air of the training ground did little to ease the tension between the two n. Kyros’ voice was steady, but there was a flicker of uncertainty behind his words.

"I understand, Master Donquixote," Kyros began, his deep voice resonating with conviction. "I know that now I’m part of the Donquixote Family, I will have to abide by its rules. But..." He hesitated briefly, weighing his words carefully, before pressing on.

"I fight for my own reasons. What I do isn’t for power or recognition. It’s for the people I’ve sworn to protect. If there’s sothing that goes against my conscience, sothing I can’t reconcile...."

Doflamingo’s signature smirk curled up at the edges of his lips. He leaned in slightly, his glasses glinting ominously under the fading sunlight.

"Fufufu... noble, just like Issho," he mused, tilting his head as if Kyros’ principles were nothing more than an interesting puzzle.

"I can respect that. But listen carefully, Kyros—just make sure you don’t betray the family’s trust. As long as you do that, we’ll be fine. But don’t be mistaken..." His voice took on a darker, more serious tone. "Power is the only thing that keeps people safe in this world."

The weight of Doflamingo’s words hung in the air like a storm cloud, the atmosphere thick with unspoken truths. Kyros stood silently, absorbing the deeper aning behind the statent.

He knew, even from his ti as a gladiator in the Corrida Colosseum, that strength was currency in the world of pirates and kings. It was power that dictated whether you lived or died, whether you protected or failed the people you loved.

Kyros glanced around the training ground, his gaze briefly passing over the Donquixote executives, so of whom were watching with interest. He had heard stories of how fiercely loyal they were to Doflamingo— and his younger brother Rosinante.

They were people of different origins, each with a story, but they had one thing in common: absolute trust and loyalty to their leader. Even the little ones who were part of the core family were no exception.

He took a deep breath, his inner resolve growing stronger. "I know what kind of man you are, Master Donquixote. The world may call you a monster, but here... here in this family, it’s different." Kyros spoke with a calm intensity, his eyes unwavering.

"I can see the loyalty the others have for you. It’s sothing I’ve never had—a family. If becoming part of this family ans following your rules, then so be it. But I won’t compromise my conscience. I’ve lived by my own code for too long to break it now."

Doflamingo’s smirk widened, but there was a glint of amusent in his eyes, as if Kyros’ words had genuinely intrigued him. "Fufufu... Kyros, you’re more interesting than I thought." He crossed his arms, his posture relaxed but his presence still imposing.

"You speak of a code, of honor, of conscience. But let give you a piece of wisdom. The world is cruel, far more than you or I could ever be. Power... power is the only thing that protects those you care about. It’s not about good or evil. It’s about control."

He began pacing slowly, his voice deepening. "Look at , Kyros. Do you think I built this family on kindness? No. The world doesn’t respect that. The world bows to strength. Whether you like it or not, power is the only thing that matters. It’s the only thing that will keep your so-called conscience intact. Because without power, you won’t be able to protect anyone."

Doflamingo paused mid-sentence as Kyros stood silently, still processing the weight of his words. The tension in the air was palpable, the sense of responsibility lingering heavily on Kyros’ broad shoulders.

Before Doflamingo could speak again, his gaze shifted toward Diamante, who was ticulously wiping his sword—a fine, great-grade blade that glead under the sunlight. A gift from Doflamingo himself, the sword was clearly treasured by Diamante, and he handled it with care, his movents almost reverent.

Doflamingo chuckled as he turned back to address both Kyros and Diamante. "Well, Diamante, now that Issho is away taking care of business in North Blue, I want you and Kyros to fill in the roles Issho left behind." His tone was authoritative but laced with a casual air.

"Issho built a solid reputation here in Dressrosa. The citizens saw him as a guardian, a protector. I expect you both to maintain that standard. Can you handle it?"

Kyros stood a little straighter, his eyes sharpening at the ntion of Issho’s na. The blind swordsman had earned the respect of not only the people of Dressrosa but also of Kyros himself.

Issho was known for his unwavering sense of justice, even within the notorious Donquixote Family. Stepping into his role was no small task, and Kyros felt the weight of it. He took a mont to reflect before giving a firm nod.

"I understand the responsibility, Master Donquixote," Kyros said, his voice steady. "Issho was a symbol of protection for Dressrosa. If it’s up to , I’ll do everything I can to uphold the peace he maintained." His gaze was resolute. "I know what the people expect, and I won’t let them down."

Doflamingo grinned approvingly, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. "Fufufu... good. Just rember, Kyros, power and respect go hand in hand. Keep the people safe, and they’ll sing your praises. But... step out of line, and they’ll turn on you faster than you can imagine." He gave a casual wave of his hand, as if dismissing the gravity of the situation.

Just as Doflamingo was about to hand down more instructions, a familiar figure approached the training ground, drawing everyone’s attention. It was Señor Pink, followed by a towering figure—an imposing bull shark fishman. The contrast between the two was stark, but there was an unmistakable air of camaraderie between them.

Fishn and rfolk were no longer a rarity in Dressrosa. Initially, the citizens had been wary of them, prejudiced by old superstitions and fears. But ti had softened those views, and now Dressrosa was ho to a harmonious mix of species.

This change had co largely thanks to the Donquixote Family, whose influence had made it clear that fishn were to be treated with respect. Still, few would dare challenge the family’s decisions, knowing full well that defiance ant swift and ruthless consequences.

Senor bowed respectfully before Doflamingo, even though Doffy had long since told him that such formalities weren’t necessary. But, true to his old-fashioned nature, Senor always maintained a level of decorum in public, and Doflamingo couldn’t help but grin at his loyalty.

"Master Doffy..." Senor said, bowing low. His formality was t with a fond smile from Doflamingo, who shook his head in amusent.

Stepping forward, Doflamingo moved toward the massive bull shark fishman and, to Kyros’ surprise, embraced him in a light, friendly hug. The fishman was easily twice Doflamingo’s size, yet there was no denying the warmth between the two.

"Long ti no see, my friend!" Doflamingo greeted with genuine enthusiasm. "I hear your business in Coral Port is booming. You’re doing a fine job filling our coffers with those taxes, huh? Good... good!" He spoke casually, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

The fishman grinned widely, his sharp teeth gleaming, and he returned the hug with surprising gentleness for soone of his size. "What can I say, Doffy? You put in charge, and I made sure to deliver!" His deep voice rumbled with laughter as he spoke, clearly proud of his success.

Doflamingo stepped back and gave the fishman an exaggerated once-over, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "But look at you! You’ve grown fat!"

The fishman’s eyes widened in mock offense, though his grin never faltered. "Fat?! Fat?! This is all muscle, Doffy! Don’t insult !" He slapped his broad chest with a thud, the sound reverberating through the training ground.

Doflamingo chuckled, crossing his arms. "Muscle, huh? Fufufu... if you say so. But it looks like you’ve been eating well."

The fishman laughed heartily, shaking his head. "Of course I have! You can’t expect to run Coral Port without eating like a king, can you?"

Their banter was lighthearted, the camaraderie between them evident. This particular fishman had been instruntal in building a bridge between the Donquixote Family and the Ryugu Kingdom. He was not just a business associate but a close ally, soone who had earned Doflamingo’s respect and trust over the years.

Doflamingo leaned back slightly, his grin widening. "Well, as long as you keep Coral Port running smoothly, I don’t care if you eat the entire sea."

The fishman placed his hands on his hips, his large fra casting a shadow over the group.

"Coral Port is thriving, Doffy. You’ve got nothing to worry about. We’ve got fishn and humans working together, business booming, and even the complaints from the humans are down to almost nothing. Though," he added with a wink, "I doubt anyone’s dumb enough to complain when they know it’s your territory."

Doflamingo’s laughter echoed throughout the training ground. "Fufufu... that’s what I like to hear."

Doflamingo’s sharp eyes glead with curiosity as he studied Arnold, the towering bull shark fishman standing before him. With a flick of his hand, Doflamingo dismissed the rest of the group, save for Senor Pink and King Riku, who remained by his side. As the others returned to their tasks, the atmosphere shifted from casual banter to one of anticipation.

Doflamingo tilted his head slightly, an amused smile playing on his lips. "So tell , Arnold," he began, his voice carrying a subtle edge of intrigue.

"You’re not the type to drop by just for a friendly visit, are you? Unless... it’s sothing important?" His eyes narrowed knowingly. "Have you made any progress regarding the matter my little brother entrusted you with?"

Arnold’s sharp-toothed grin widened, his massive hand rubbing his stomach in a gesture that seed comically out of place for soone of his imposing stature.

"Ah, Doffy, you know too well," he chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling like the waves. "I’m here to talk about that very thing—the task Rossinante entrusted with. But," he paused, patting his belly.

"Why don’t we discuss it over so drinks? I happen to know you’re still hiding a few of those rare, aged liquors. You wouldn’t want to keep those from an old friend, would you?"

Doflamingo’s smirk grew wider, amusent dancing in his eyes as he crossed his arms.

"Fufufufu... it seems I can’t hide anything from you, Arnold." His tone was light, but there was a hint of mock exasperation. "Always sniffing out my best stash, huh? And where are my manners... Let’s head to the palace. We can talk more privately there."

Even before Doflamingo finished speaking, Senor Pink had already moved with quiet efficiency, making arrangents for a more private setting inside the palace. Senor’s poker-faced dedication to the family was almost amusing to Doflamingo, who knew the man would move heaven and earth before Doffy even had to ask.

Arnold let out a hearty laugh, his thick tail swishing behind him in excitent. "Now that’s what I’m talking about! You know how to treat a guest, Doffy!" He gave Doflamingo a playful slap on the back, the force of which would have knocked over most n, but Doflamingo hardly budged, his grin widening.

As the group made their way toward the palace, King Riku observed the easy banter between Doflamingo and the fishman. Despite the sharp contrast between their personalities, there was a genuine camaraderie between them, one forged through years of mutual trust and shared interests.

Riku, having grown accustod to Doflamingo’s unpredictability, found the scene almost surreal—Doflamingo, a notorious and feared pirate, one of the Emperors of the Sea, sharing jokes with a fishman as if they were childhood friends.

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