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The wound was massive.
Shoulder to hip—a diagonal slash that laid Zoro open like a anatomy diagram. White bone gleamed through parted flesh. Blood didn't drip.
It erupted.
A crimson fountain that painted the air red.
Zoro fell backward.
His eyes were open. Clear.
No regrets.
SPLASH.
"BIG BRO!"
Johnny and Yosaku hit the water half a second later, swimming frantically toward where Zoro had disappeared beneath the waves.
"ZOROOOOOO!"
Luffy's scream tore across the deck.
His arm shot out—fifty feet, a hundred, rubber stretching impossibly far—and grabbed a broken railing near Mihawk's platform.
His muscles coiled.
I'll kill him—
I'll—
A hand caught his shoulder.
"Easy." Kai's voice was calm. "Your swordsman's still breathing."
Luffy froze, arm still extended, trembling with barely restrained fury.
"And you're not ready for Mihawk." Kai's grip tightened slightly. "Not even close."
"But Zoro—"
"Is alive." Kai nodded toward the water. "Look."
Johnny and Yosaku broke the surface, Zoro's limp body between them. They hauled him onto a piece of floating debris, laying him flat.
For a moment, nothing.
Then—
Zoro's hand moved.
Fingers curling. Gripping the wood beneath him.
He pushed himself up.
Slowly. Every movement looked like agony. Blood still poured from the wound, but he didn't stop until he was sitting upright, facing Mihawk.
His hand found the Wado Ichimonji at his waist.
Drew it.
Held it high.
"Hawkeye!" His voice was rough. Weak. But clear. "I know what defeat tastes like now!"
Mihawk watched him, expression unreadable.
"Before I beat you—" Zoro's grip tightened on the blade. "—I won't lose again!"
He lifted his chin, meeting those golden eyes without flinching.
"Wait for me. At the top. World's Greatest Swordsman."
Silence.
Then Mihawk smiled.
A real smile. Warm, even.
"Roronoa Zoro." His voice carried across the water. "Strengthen yourself. Sharpen your spirit. Surpass this blade."
He raised Yoru in salute.
"Surpass me."
A pause.
"My name is Dracule Mihawk. Know yourself. Know the world." The smile widened. "Become stronger."
He lowered the blade.
Pointed it at Kai.
"But there's something you should know." His tone shifted. Became almost... excited. "I'm not the World's Greatest Swordsman."
Every head on the Baratie turned.
Following the blade.
Toward the young man in the Marine coat standing next to Luffy.
"He is."
The silence was deafening.
"Not—" Zeff's voice cracked. His eyes were locked on Kai, pupils contracted to pinpricks. "Not the World's Greatest—"
Five years ago.
That news report.
The battle at Marine Headquarters.
No.
No, it can't be—
"That's the World's Greatest Swordsman!?" Zoro stared at Kai, confusion and disbelief warring on his face. "But he doesn't even carry a sword! How can—"
"Huh?" Luffy blinked, pointing at himself. "Me?"
Everyone stared at him.
"Oh." He turned to Kai, scratching his head. "Wait, Brother Kai, you're a swordsman? I thought you were just a Marine Admiral."
The words hit like a bomb.
"MARINE ADMIRAL!?"
"We—we served a Marine Admiral!?"
"Did we say anything wrong!? Oh god, did I insult him!?"
"Luffy's brother is a Marine Admiral!?" Usopp's voice went up an octave. "But Luffy's a pirate! Why isn't he arresting us!? Is he going to arrest us!? He's totally going to arrest us—"
"Calm down—"
"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN!?"
Zeff wasn't listening to any of them.
His eyes were still locked on Kai.
"White Dragon," he whispered. "Admiral White Dragon."
The strongest Admiral in Marine Headquarters.
Here. In my restaurant.
Eating steak.
Mihawk's voice cut through the chaos.
"Five years."
His grip shifted on Yoru, knuckles white.
"Every day. Every hour. I've trained." His eyes burned. "Pushed past my limits. Broken through barriers I didn't know existed."
He took a step forward, boots somehow finding purchase on the water's surface.
"Even Shanks—in pure swordsmanship—can't match me anymore."
Another step.
The fighting spirit radiating off him was palpable. Heavier than when he'd faced Zoro. More intense.
Hungry.
"So I'm challenging you again." His voice dropped. Became almost reverent. "White Dragon. Kai Mitarashi."
He raised Yoru.
"Fight me."
Kai sighed.
"This is such a pain." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely put out. "I was going to give you a job. Something to keep you busy."
He met Mihawk's eyes.
"But you're not going to let this go, are you?"
Mihawk's smile was feral.
"Fine." Kai raised his right hand, fingers spread. "Then let me show you something."
He grabbed.
Not at anything visible. Just... empty air.
Reality rippled.
And suddenly there was a sword in his hand.
Ancient. Elegant. The blade seemed to drink in the light, the tsuba decorated with intricate flame patterns.
Ryūjin Jakka.
"The gap between us," Kai said quietly, "is even bigger than the gap between you and Zoro."
Mihawk didn't hesitate.
His legs exploded with force—his coffin-boat nearly capsized—and he launched himself forward, Yoru raised high, both hands gripping the hilt—
CLANG!
Steel met steel.
The shockwave rippled across the water, sending up spray in a perfect circle.
They moved.
Fast.
CLANG! DING! CLANG! CLANG!
Blades blurred. The two figures became streaks of motion, dancing across the open air above the waves—
"They're flying!"
"How are they—"
"I can't even see the swords!"
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sound was constant now. A metallic thunder that rolled across the water without pause.
Zoro gripped the Wado Ichimonji so hard his knuckles went white.
"The gap..." His voice was barely a whisper. "It's even bigger than I thought."
After what felt like an eternity—but was probably only a minute—the clash stopped.
Both fighters hung in the air, separated by twenty feet of empty space.
Mihawk was breathing hard.
Sweat dripped down his face. His arms trembled slightly—barely visible, but there.
Kai looked... fine.
Not even winded.
"Admiral White Dragon." Mihawk's voice was steady despite the exhaustion. "If you only match my techniques, you won't defeat me again."
His grip shifted on Yoru.
"I've spent five years learning how to beat myself."
The blade hummed.
And suddenly the pressure coming off Mihawk tripled.
His next strike came faster—harder—
CLANG!
Kai blocked it.
But he had to move to do it. Had to adjust his stance.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Mihawk pressed forward, each strike flowing into the next with mechanical precision. For a moment—just a moment—it looked like he was actually pushing Kai back.
"Not bad." Kai's eyes widened slightly. Genuine surprise flickered across his face. "You have improved, Hawkeye."
He caught the next strike.
Held it.
"But tell me something." His voice was quiet. Almost gentle. "Do you know why a Zanpakutō is called a Zanpakutō?"
Mihawk's eyes narrowed.
"It's not like any blade you've ever seen." Kai's smile was small. Dangerous. "Let me show you."
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