It was the morning of the next day.
The location was a stretch of coast on the other side of the deserted island, untouched by the previous war.
The Red Hair Pirates' flagship, the Red Force, lay quietly moored by the shore.
The Red Hair Pirates clung to the deck, cheering and shouting.
"Go!!"
Early in the morning, Yasopp held a bottle of liquor, drinking from it as he shouted with a flushed face.
"Both of you, give it your all!!"
Two people stood on the shore.
Bright and Hawk Eyes faced each other from a distance.
Red-Hair stood to one side. Somewhat troubled, he said to Bright, "I'm really sorry, Bright. I was the one who owed Mihawk a favor, but now I'm making you repay it for me."
"It doesn't matter."
Bright smiled. "I've wanted to see for myself just what kind of strength the world's greatest swordsman possesses."
The night before, Hawk Eyes had challenged Bright to a spar.
Originally, this had been something Red-Hair had promised him. But after seeing Bright, he had lost all interest in fighting Red-Hair and instead wanted to battle Bright.
In Hawk Eyes' words, with someone stronger already here, why bother fighting a weaker opponent?
Red-Hair had a good temper. If it had been Kaido instead, he would have started fighting Hawk Eyes long ago.
Bright accepted his challenge.
He would consider it repaying this favor for Shanks.
Besides, he had already fought most of the monsters on the seas, and Hawk Eyes happened to be one of the few exceptions.
He could treat it as filling out his collection.
The world's strongest great swordsman—there was nothing wrong with sampling his swordsmanship.
"You two should be careful,"
Red-Hair looked at Bright, then at Hawk Eyes, and seriously warned them, "Don't go