Between the two of them, Carlos in particular could clearly see Hawk Eyes Mihawk's every movement from a thousand meters away, even without activating any special Dojutsu.
When it came to sheer presence, Hawk Eyes Mihawk was truly on another level. Carlos felt that he had the most style of anyone in One Piece, and even Carlos himself fell a little short...
Drinking red wine atop a coffin boat, riding wild waves across the sea—strong as hell!
"Shiryu, get your ass over here! We've run into an interesting strongman!"
Carlos turned and called out behind him. Shiryu of the Rain, who was sitting in a chair drinking red wine, smoking a cigar, and leisurely wiping Raiu with a piece of white silk, equally full of presence, vanished from where he stood upon hearing this.
"Where? Where's the strongman?" Ever since advancing to become a Great Swordsman, Shiryu had been restless with excitement, always wanting to fight strong opponents, especially powerful swordsmen.
The moment he heard Carlos, he rushed over impatiently. Anyone Carlos called a strongman could not possibly be weak.
As they spoke, Hawk Eyes Mihawk had already drawn the future Black Blade Night. Sitting in his chair, he swung Night one-handed, causing the bow of his boat to shift as it angled toward the Underworld Moon.
"There... that guy is quite strong. More importantly, he's also a swordsman."
"Your eyesight isn't great, so you can't see clearly. The blade on his back has already begun transforming into a black blade. His true strength is definitely no weaker than yours."
With his sharp vision, Carlos had already seen that Night, one of the Supreme Grade Swords, was beginning to take on the form of its future black blade. It was proof that Hawk Eyes Mihawk had trained his Armament Haki