APJ Chapter 682 You unfortunately cannot enjoy Kaido’s gentleness

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Compared to Chansey, Blissey’s physique hasn’t changed much; Blissey still maintains its original egg-shaped body.

The color was no longer a single shade of pink, but rather a pink upper body with a white lower body. There are some curled hairs on its head, small white wings on its shoulders, and feather-like appendages around its waist.

Blissey is known for its kind nature and is revered as a Pokémon that brings happiness. It is said that only a Chansey with a deep bond with its Trainer can evolve into Blissey, which is the biggest reason why they hadn’t evolved before.

In Chansey’s mind, Yamato wasn’t considered a Trainer in the past—more like a daughter. As Yamato gradually grew up, this perception changed, which triggered the evolution conditions for the Chanseys.

For both Chansey and Blissey, the egg on their chest is of utmost importance. Chansey’s egg is rich in nutrients, and after evolving, Blissey’s egg is said to be Lucky Egg filled with happiness.

Not only is it exceptionally delicious, but there are also rumors that just one bite of Blissey’s egg can turn anyone gentle and kind, calming even the most aggressive Pokémon and humans alike.

Due to the precious nature of these eggs, the Chansey’s population in the Pokémon world has faced extinction threats several times, but the Joy family’s appearance stabilized their status.

Their eggs can’t be taken by just anyone. While it’s not surprising that Yamato could take the eggs, it is strange why she needs so many.

“Blisseeeey~~”

“Really? She didn’t tell you? Never mind, go about your business. I’ll go see what she’s up to.”

“Blisseeeey~~”

Blisseys left one by one to tend to their duties. In Wano Country, they hold the status of head nurses and are like nursemaid who have raised the young lady since childhood. Beneath their cute appearance lies a unique power and a high status.

One of their most frequent tasks is comforting others. Their fluffy fur acts as a sensor, able to detect the emotions of both Pokémon and humans, and they are particularly sensitive to feelings of sadness. The cries of children and Pokémon are very likely to attract them.

At this moment, in the dining hall on Onigashima, the chefs were a bit panicked.

“Oni Princess, it’s dangerous! The fire is too big!!”

Yamato was stir-frying something on the stove. As they watched the flames shoot up, the chefs around her kept warning her of the danger.

However, this danger was quite special. It wasn’t so much that they were worried about Yamato as they were about themselves.

Onigashima’s facilities are well-developed, and the gas produced by Weezing is not only used for Queen’s research, but part of it is compressed into liquefied gas.

Watching Yamato’s actions, they were worried that the gas tank might explode. Given Yamato’s current strength, she wouldn’t get hurt even if the gas tank or a barrel of gunpowder exploded. But they were different.

They were just ordinary chefs lured in by high wages. Not every chef can pick up a knife and head to the battlefield; their bodies are still very fragile.

If it really explodes, they would be the ones getting hurt the most.

As for why they didn’t move further away…

They are chefs, and this is their kitchen where they work hard. Their job is to prevent accidents, not to sit back and watch the place get blown up.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, there won’t be any problems. I’m almost done!”

Several eggshells were placed beside her, and judging by their size, they were Blissey’s eggshells. Yamato was in the process of cooking them.

Egg dishes are basic; as long as they don’t have any ‘cooking black sludge’ buff, most people can handle them just fine. As for Yamato, as long as it’s not a cultural lesson, it’s usually not a big problem.

If the chefs around her were to make it, they could do it in a minute, but Yamato insisted on doing it herself, so they had no choice but to comply. Now, seeing that large plate of scrambled eggs and the stove turned off, they breathed a sigh of relief.

This young lady isn’t just a pretty face who can’t do anything; she’s actually quite capable.

“And this… and this… Are you sure this goes well with alcohol?”

“I’m sure, Oni Princess. This is the snack that people in my hometown enjoy with alcohol.”

“Alright, let’s go with this. Is the alcohol I asked for ready?”

“It’s ready, right here.”

“I’ll leave the rest to you all; I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Yamato took the eggs and alcohol she had prepared and left the kitchen. She had no interest in washing dishes or cleaning up the kitchen. This time, she had come to the kitchen with a specific purpose in mind.

After Yamato left, the chefs returned to their stations, but the chef who had been working where Yamato had stood was curiously looking at the remaining egg mixture at the bottom of the bowl and in the eggshells.

There was a peculiar, refreshing fragrance to it. Out of curiosity, he dipped his finger into the leftover egg mixture and then put it into his mouth.

As soon as the egg mixture touched his tongue, a strange feeling appeared in his heart, and he couldn’t help but freeze in place.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? It’s almost time to start serving meals, why are you just standing there?”

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that the person next to him noticed his unusual behavior and patted his shoulder to snap him out of it.

“So… so happy…”

“Huh??”

“If you don’t believe me, try it yourself.”

Seeing the chef holding up the leftover egg mixture, the other chef, skeptical, took a taste. Then, he also quickly fell into the same state. On this day, the chefs in the kitchen experienced true happiness thanks to the leftover egg mixture, which was exactly Yamato’s ultimate goal.

Yamato hadn’t gone far and noticed the chefs’ reactions, which gave her even more confidence.

She had learned from Blissey about the miraculous effect of these eggs: just one bite could bring happiness and make even the most irritable creatures gentle.

To her, Kaido was the most irritable creature in the world. If this egg could change his nature… the world would be perfect.

“Yamato, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time?”

Looking at his daughter, Kaido felt something was off. She usually avoided him as much as possible, so it was strange for her to approach him willingly.

“Nothing at all. Look, I brought some alcohol and snacks to go with it, and I made them myself!”

Now, Kaido felt even more that something was off. When something out of the ordinary happens, there’s usually a reason. Yamato was definitely scheming something that he didn’t know about, but he didn’t refuse her gesture of goodwill.

“It looks… pretty good.”

“Of course! Come on, Father, try it!”

It didn’t look bad from outside—it looked like normal human food. Kaido didn’t suspect anything and tossed the whole thing into his mouth. His daughter wouldn’t poison him, and even if she did, with his high poison resistance, he had nothing to fear.

As the food entered his mouth, a strange feeling came over him. Kaido suddenly grabbed the nearby sake bottle and began drinking heavily. Then, under Yamato’s watchful gaze, he suddenly picked up his Hassaikai.

“Wait, Father, what are you doing?”

“Yamato… right now, you’re too weak. How can I feel comfortable letting you venture out like this?”

Hearing Kaido’s words, Yamato thought she had succeeded. Words of concern like these were something she never expected to hear from him. But in the next moment, she realized just how wrong she was.

“So… you need… to get stronger! Let me train you properly. Thunder… Bagua!”

“Waaah!”

The kanabo left afterimages as it swung, and Yamato rolled twice on the ground. In a certain sense, she had succeeded; Blissey’s egg did take effect. But she had made one mistake—Kaido’s understanding of “gentleness” was completely different from that of a normal person.


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