Wishing to embolden the spirits of the people of the citizens of Wano as their long night comes to an end, Yamato, as usual, takes inspiration from Oden, much to their delight.
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With their oppressors defeated, their armies routed and the rightful Shogun returned to his seat, the country of Wano's long dark night of over 20 years finally came to an end. Though the road to getting back on their feet would be harsh and arduous, and the departure of the heroes that had liberated them left some sorrow in their hearts, the people of the land of the samurai were strong, and were ready and eager for what came ahead. Having chosen to remain to aid them until they could stand on their own, Yamato was ready to do whatever was required of her to help her idol and role model's homeland prosper once more.
"Oh, radish, ganmo!" Which led to the birth of the most beloved and anticipated daily spectacle in the flower capital. Skipping on one leg down the streets with her arms raised, (self-proclaimed) Oden made everyone's heads turn as she danced and sang. Years before, when Wano had first come under Kaido and Orochi's yoke, they had made the original Kozuki Oden do as much while only in his smallclothes, intent on mocking and humiliating him, yet he'd done it with his usual fierceness and pride, never complaining or backing down, fully intent on doing whatever it took to liberate his country.
If she intended to be his successor, Yamato couldn't do any less, and so she had taken to doing her rounds of dancing around the flower capital to lift the people's spirits with the self-deriding show. Far from laughter or second hand shame, her spectacle was met with giddy joy by the people of Wano, all men and even many women gathering around her and watching with hearts in their eyes, despite the oni princess still being dressed fairly modestly. "Chikuwa and eggs!" Skipping on one foot then another, Wano's new Oden reached behind her back and untied the massive ribbon of rope around her waist, letting it weightily drop to the ground, making her look less voluminous, although not by much given that she was much taller than the average citizen, not even counting her red horns.
"Everyone, Yamato is doing today's rounds!" "You are the best Yama-o!" "Kaido? Orochi? Can't remember any scary things like that when I watch you dance Yama-chi!" Men and women cheered her on as the crowd grew larger. Unaccustomed as she was to being the center of attention like that despite the couple of weeks that had passed since she'd started, she couldn't help but blush shyly at the comments. 'Do not be daunted! Lord Oden would take this burden to protect this people's lives, and did so with a smile on his face. Surely I can do the same to bring joy back to them after all they've suffered!' Taking a deep breath, the oni princess' lips turned into as big a grin as her round pretty face could manage, making men cheer uproariously and women soon.
Arming herself of the valor she aspired to have, Yamato began her spectacle in earnest by throwing her top open, leading to plenty of bleeding noses and passed out onlookers. When she had first suggested her current undertaking, she had intended to do it as Oden had, wearing nothing but a loincloth, but amongst many protests, the idea was shot down due to concerns about the public decency as well as the health of the inhabitants of the flower capital. In order to ensure some measure of modesty while keeping the spirit of her well-meaning if absurd idea, a pair of red heart-shaped pasties covered each of her large, round, firm breasts, and the sight of them as they jumped around while she continued skipping on the streets made people's own hearts beat near the point of bursting.
"One, two, three, go ahead and eat!" Untying her red hakama, she dropped them to the floor and skipped out of them as more jets of blood sprayed into the air from passing out onlookers. Despite the attempts to grant her some modesty in regards to her chest, her bottom half had gone in the other direction, a brief red fundoshi that almost fully exposed her rear now being the only thing preserving her dignity. Although far from the mighty form of the original Oden, the oni princess was still a few heads taller than anyone in the crowd gathered to watch her, and her body was as fit as it was buxom, with toned arms and legs and a flat stomach with slightly defined abs, as well as wide hips and a large, round yet firm ass and a bust to match. Compared to the sight of their ripped, hirsute old lord, Yamato jumping around in her state of undress was a more than welcome sight that uplifted the spirits of the people of Wano and then some.
"Give us a shake Yama-o!" Blushing at the suggestion, she looked over her shoulder for the source of it, finding a young woman staring at her ample posterior with heart shaped eyes. 'If this is what the people require from me, then as their new Oden, I shall oblige them!' Convincing herself through her odd logic, Yamato stopped her skipping for a moment, planted her feet apart, placed her hands on her hips and stuck them back at the woman before starting to swing them side to side. She let out a scream of excitement at having the request she'd made on the spur of the moment fulfilled, and fell to the floor when the dancer gave her a wink and blew her a kiss. By the time he was barely more than half her age, Oden had already built himself a harem, and while she was unsure that she could go that far, his self-proclaimed successor had to be capable of conquering the hearts of a few women at the very least.
"Waaah, is this that thingy of the supreme king people talk about?!" "Yamato can take out those faint of heart with a gesture if they are not prepared!" "I watched Lord Oden dance 20 years ago, and it can't be compared to this!" Unused to being praised like this, Yamato did her best to accept the people of Wano's words and interpret them as a sign that her actions were having the intended effect of lifting their spirits, not taking into account that making people pass with her performance was counterproductive to helping the country get back on its feet.
Continuing her dance, the crowd following her where she went, the barely clothed oni princess skipped around while nobly obliging the requests of the people she'd sworn to protect. She would trust her chest to make her large bust bounce around, the men's heart shaped eyes moving up and down to follow the heart shaped pasties covering them. She would shake and gyrate her ass, hard enough to make her exposed cheeks ripple, and women would shake their heads side to side while squeeing in admiration and adoration. She would crouch down wit her legs spread and thrust her hips while sticking out her crotch, the motions combined with the bashful flush on her face making citizens of all sorts fall to the ground foaming at the mouth as if they'd been hit with a burst of her pure unconquerable will, albeit much more happy and pleased.
Eager to see more, a brave young man crossed Yamato's path and laid a jar along it before scampering away, afraid that he would not be able to withstand being too close to her overpowering presence. Giving him a grin that nearly took him out, she snatched the jar up and held it up over her head; this had become a common part of her performances, so she had no need to question what was in it. "Oden is not Oden…!" "IF IT'S NOT BOILED!" With the crowd's answer to her role model's favorite wordplay, the self-proclaimed Oden honored his final feat of might in a way he would have no doubt found touching and fitting.
Tilting the jar, the oni princess poured its contents over her body. The oil felt slightly cold against her skin, but she paid it no mind as she made sure to properly cover herself in it, letting it flow in streams over, around and in between her breasts, down her stomach and the front of her legs, before pouring more on her toned back and curvy rear. Once it was empty, she threw it high on the air, coming down a couple seconds later on an old man's head, who twirled in place before collapsing on the ground, content that the last thing he saw before blacking out was Yamato's tall voluptuous form glistening under the sun.
Blissfully unaware of the poor man she had accidentally knocked out more violently than the rest, she got to work thoroughly smearing the oil all over her skin. She made sure to cover every patch of her large mounds, easily sliding her hands around their pronounced curves, her fingers sinking slightly in her underbust due to their weight. The light reflected off them made the contours of her abs more pronounced, highlighting the leanness of her thighs as well as she made sure to spread the coating of oil around their inner side, all the way to where her legs met.
One after another, the people of the flower capital were taken out by Yamato's show, but even if they could tear their eyes away from her to notice, those strong enough to remain standing wouldn't have been able to blame them. Besides, they all had learned that those who could not resist witnessing her dance would work twice as hard once consciousness returned to them, the way she made their blood boil emboldening them to give their all. Pressing her bust together between her muscular upper arms as she spread the oil over her shoulders and neck, the new Oden reach behind her to work on her back, reaching all the way down to her perky rump and smearing it thoroughly, over and around and even in between her buttocks where her skimpy red fundoshi disappeared.
Giving her oiled ass a couple of light smacks that nonetheless resounded audibly, knocking about a dozen men and women out, the oni princess resumed her skipping and singing. "Oh, radish, ganmo!" Although the sight of the old Lord boiling in oil as he held his faithful followers on his shoulders had been as tragic and frightening as it had been awe and loyalty inspiring, the sight of his self-proclaimed successor dancing around practically naked and covered in oil, shining radiantly, was almost as enthralling and would remain engraved in the hearts and minds of the people of Wano.
The cries of "Yamato", "Yama-o", "Yama-chi", and, to her delight, even "Oden" filled the streets of the flower capital wherever she went, beaming as she jumped around on one foot, moved her body, and occasionally even lifted her chest or slapped her ass as the heart eyed people fervently requested. Far from the disgraceful humiliation this had once been intended to be, Yamato's daily performance had quickly earned her the adoration of all who saw it. "Your Oden shall keep dancing for you, for as long as you need, until you are able to stand strong and proud once more! Then I'll be able to confidently set out to sea!" Grinning as she shook her rear at someone's behest, the men and women of Wano lamented her eventual departure, but nonetheless bowed to work hard, not just for themselves but also so she could fulfill her dreams, as she now fulfilled theirs.