(Scene: A dimly lit, cavernous hall within Onigashima. Sake barrels litter the floor, some shattered, their contents staining the stone. Kaido, in his hybrid form, half-dragon, half-man, sits upon a makeshift throne of rubble, a massive club resting across his lap. His eyes, glowing embers, scan the room, a mix of boredom and simmering rage.)

Kaido: (A low growl rumbles from his chest) Another day, another…what was it? Another pathetic attempt at rebellion? Hah! These Wano fools, they’re like insects, buzzing around, thinking they can sting a dragon. They never learn.

(He takes a swig from a large sake gourd, the liquid vanishing in a single gulp. He slams the gourd down, the impact echoing through the hall.)

Kaido: They speak of freedom, of restoring the Kozuki line. Freedom! What a laughable concept. The weak cling to such illusions. The strong…the strong make their own freedom! They carve it from the bones of their enemies!

(He shifts on his throne, his massive form causing the stone to crack. He looks to an empty space beside him, a flicker of something akin to sadness crossing his face.)

Kaido: (Muttering) Yamato…where are you? Still playing your little Oden game? You know nothing! This world…it's a brutal place. Only power matters. Only…

(He cuts himself off, his expression hardening. He rises, the club in his hand scraping against the stone floor.)

Kaido: No. Weakness is a disease. I won’t tolerate it. I won’t let anyone…anyone…become like those pathetic remnants of the past.

(He begins to pace, his footsteps heavy and thunderous.)

Kaido: This world needs to burn. It needs to be cleansed in fire and blood. Only then can a new order rise, a world where the strong reign supreme, where weakness is purged! A world where…

(He pauses, a flicker of doubt, quickly suppressed, crossing his face.)

Kaido: …where there is no more pain. No more…betrayal.

(He clenches his fist, the club creaking under the pressure.)

Kaido: They say I'm a monster. They say I'm a demon. They're right! I am the storm that will