One Piece: My Name is Jack, I'm Very Resistant to Beating

Pain and anger drove the prisoners into a frenzied brawl, their fists relentlessly hammering away at their former cellmates. Some had gone bloodshot-eyed with rage, using their shackles to strike down others, while others joined the chaos in a full-blown melee. Just as it seemed someone might be killed, Jack barked an order.

Pirates armed with whips and clubs stormed in, breaking up the brawl.

"Good!" Jack declared with a smirk.

"Those of you still standing are the winners of this game!"

"You've earned the right to enjoy this feast! Come on up!"

"Yamato! Stop eating!"

Jack grabbed Yamato, who had been happily stuffing their face alongside the prisoners, and yanked them away. Turning to Babanuki, he growled:

"Take us to your dining hall! Have your chefs make us another meal!"

"Understood... uh..." Babanuki scratched his head awkwardly.

"But, Jack-sama, Kaido-sama and Queen-sama did say you were supposed to stay here and handle the stone transport. They said not to let you leave—"

"Am I leaving? Do you see me leaving?" Jack interrupted.

"I'm just going to a room, all right? Besides, where are we supposed to sleep at night?"

He shot Babanuki a suspicious glare. "Don't tell me you plan on making us sleep in the cells?"

Babanuki nodded solemnly.

Jack stared at him in disbelief before sighing and closing his eyes.

"Fine. Clean the cells. Add extra bedding—I don't like sleeping on hard surfaces!"

"And right now, take us to the mess hall. We're eating!"

The Udon prison camp housed tens of thousands of inmates, most of whom were Wano's native citizens. Only a few were foreign pirates. Among the locals, a few thousand were true samurai, while the rest were imprisoned for violating Kaido and Orochi's strict law: the prohibition of owning or hiding weapons.

Weapons gave people the courage to fight back—a possibility Kaido and Orochi would not tolerate.

Managing such a massive number of prisoners was no small feat, even for the still-growing Beasts Pirates. That's why Queen was stationed here permanently. Over the years, countless samurai had launched suicidal attacks, their spirits unbroken despite the torture they endured. This unshakable resolve frustrated even Kaido.

Foreign pirates, on the other hand, had grown numb to the endless labor. But the people of Wano—why were they still so spirited? Queen had never put much thought into it. His approach was simple: crush them with brute force.

Jack had heard of this before, but being younger at the time, he'd never gotten involved. Now, he figured it was his turn to help his crewmate resolve the problem.

"You conquered their land, captured them, forced them into hard labor, and starved them. Then, on top of that, you beat them whenever you felt like it," Jack muttered to himself. "You don't kill them because you need their labor, but you won't treat them decently either? If it were me, I'd rebel too!"

Later, Babanuki approached Queen, who was tinkering with some contraption, sunglasses perched on his face.

"Queen-sama, Jack-sama requests a large amount of food and drink. He says he wants to reform Udon Prison's samurai and prepare to manage Kuri. He hopes you'll cooperate."

Queen looked up, thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Let him do what he wants," he said dismissively. "But if he screws up, he handles it. Don't come crying to me!"

Kaido might have had his flaws—poor drinking habits, a bad temper—but he also had a knack for delegating authority. It was one of the reasons the Beasts Pirates, despite their sheer size, operated so efficiently. For example, Kaido rarely interfered with Udon Prison, leaving Queen with absolute authority over the place.

With Queen's approval, Jack felt reassured.

Udon Prison wasn't just a stone quarry. It was a massive production line where prisoners were assigned various tasks: quarrying, refining ores, transporting materials, forging weapons, and more. Not all tasks were equally grueling, and most positions required little skill—easy to learn on the job.

Previously, these roles rotated every month, but when Jack learned of this, he smiled in a way that made Yamato uneasy.

Within two months, Udon Prison underwent a complete overhaul.

The prisoners' meals were divided by performance: those who excelled feasted on meat and sake, while those who didn't were left with the usual bland dumplings. Trust among inmates eroded; a single complaint could lead to a brutal beating the next day.

Rebellious prisoners didn't even have a chance to act before being subdued by their own cellmates. Jack also appointed a few inmates as enforcers, granting them authority to discipline others. Their cruelty surpassed even the guards, earning Jack Babanuki's grudging admiration.

"How do you look so mature, act so reckless, yet have such a cunning mind?" Babanuki mused.

But Jack hit a wall. Around 3,000 prisoners remained unmoved by his tactics. These were Wano's true samurai—skilled warriors whose determination hadn't faltered. Queen's permanent stationing here made sense now: these weren't ordinary prisoners.

Jack decided to intervene personally.

He had the samurai moved to the quarry for closer observation. They were different. Their shackles were thicker, heavier, yet they could lift massive stones unaided—tasks that took several others to accomplish. Despite the whips and insults, their eyes held unyielding resolve.

Since typical methods failed, Jack devised something new.

After some preparation, the prisoners were gathered, and Jack stepped onto a platform to address the samurai.

"I know you won't fight your comrades," he began. "So I won't waste words!"

"Let's get started!"

Two hundred prisoners were dragged forward, pinned to the ground, and subjected to relentless tickling with feathers.

"HAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP!"

"Hahahaha! Mercy! Hahaha!"

When the ordeal ended, the prisoners lay on the ground, dazed and defeated.

Jack clapped his hands, and a group of muscular men—bare-chested and grinning—marched in, followed by elegantly dressed courtesans.

He leapt down from the platform, addressing the prisoners with a grin.

"Here's the deal: every day, you can either get tickled and spend two hours alone with these guys"—he gestured to the muscular men—"or let these lovely ladies pamper you with baths, massages, and relaxation."

"Your choice: them or us."

As confusion spread across their faces, Jack pointed to the grinning men.

"Friendly reminder: these guys don't like women."

The two hundred prisoners went pale, legs trembling, while the other samurai stared at Jack in horror.

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