"You don't seem to be in much of a hurry."
As they looked around the familiar-looking streets of Loguetown, the two powerful men walked side by side.
Mihawk folded his arms and asked.
"What's the rush? Since we came to the East Blue, how could we not start with Loguetown?"
With his hands in his pockets, Austin raised his head against the somewhat glaring sunlight, a nostalgic expression on his face.
"After all, this is where dreams begin and end."
Mihawk neither agreed nor disagreed. He was already used to Austin's whims and had no intention of urging him along. Besides, he did not care what happened to Crocodile.
Still, he could understand Austin's sentiment just now. He even felt something similar himself.
Loguetown.
Twenty-three years ago, Gol D. Roger, the famed Pirate King whose name had spread across the entire world, had been executed here in the town where he was born.
His life had reached its end, but also its peak.
It was here that he had first met this man.
Back then, they had both been young men who had only just set sail, not much older than many of today's Supernovas.
And now, more than twenty years later, they had returned here again, each of them having more or less fulfilled his dream.
In his youth, Mihawk had loved challenging master swordsmen from all walks of life. Now, he had become the World's Greatest Swordsman, with few rivals left.
As a boy, Austin had always acted without restraint and pursued whatever amusement he could find. Now, he had become a true "king," free of all shackles and able to do as he pleased.
Having fulfilled their dreams and returned to the place where they had first met, they could not help feeling a little sentimental.
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