"...Aren't you afraid of death?"
Austin stared directly at the burly man wielding two swords across from him, making no move for the moment.
But in the eyes of the surrounding grunts, Gick, who dared provoke someone who had effortlessly defeated captain-level fighters, was already as good as dead.
Even Gick himself thought so.
"My name is Dotol Gick! If you want the life of Uncle Gick, then come and take it!!!"
Clang—
The old man had quite the fiery temper in his youth. Before Austin could say anything else, Gick slightly lowered his body and gathered strength.
Jet-black Armament Haki instantly wrapped around his hands, dyeing the two swords in his grasp black as well. They gleamed with razor-sharp light.
"???"
Austin stared blankly at the old man, who had already entered combat mode. He had just opened his mouth to say something—
—but Gick had already begun his charge, setting the two swords in his hands into position.
That charging posture and those determined eyes looked a little like Oden about to go mad, and a little like Zoro about to unleash a finishing move.
Was he treating me like a boss?
"The Two-Sword Style I learned from Captain Shiki will become my final swan song! Prepare yourself!!!"
To be fair, combined with the Armament Haki wrapped around his hands and the twin blades that vaguely carried the force of a swordsman's slash, he really did look a little like a protagonist.
No wonder the old man had often told him when he was young, "If not for the lack of opportunity, I might have become a monster of the seas!"
The old man had dreams. His talent was simply a little lacking.
After his charge, Gick leaped into the air. His long blades crossed before him as