As a pair of sharp eyes opened, Austin felt a violent struggle.
This damned blade was surprisingly strong.
But under Austin's monstrous strength, all struggle was futile.
Having gained self-awareness, Yoru simply could not escape Austin's grasp. Only the constant trembling of its blade showed how hard it was trying.
"What kind of rotten idea is that?! Give it back!!"
At Austin's words, Mihawk's face immediately darkened, and he snatched Yoru back from Austin's hand.
However, perhaps provoked by Austin's words, Yoru was clearly furious now.
The moment it returned to Mihawk's hand, it dragged Little Hawk's still-unresponsive arm into a fierce slash at Austin.
Clang—
A sharp clash of metal rang out.
"You really hold a grudge, just like you, Little Hawk."
With pitch-black Armament Haki wrapped around his arm, Austin held it across his body and steadily blocked the strike, casually taking another sip of red tea.
This sweet drink was actually pretty good.
"Mamamama~ Want me to pull out its soul?"
Big Mom looked at Austin and thoughtfully offered her suggestion.
"No need. I believe it can be tamed sooner or later." Austin smiled and shook his head.
Sure enough, it only took one slash before Yoru was once again brought under Mihawk's control.
Clearly,
after all, Mihawk had been its master for many years. Even after gaining consciousness, Yoru was still Little Hawk's most familiar weapon.
It had settled down, all right,
but...
looking at Yoru in his hand, which had returned to its aloof state, Mihawk could only shake his head helplessly.
After all, it was the blade that had accompanied him for years, the blade he had vowed to use to become the World's Greatest Swordsman. Mihawk could still guess some of its thoughts.
Unless it encountered swordsmen worthy of drawing its attention, Yoru