I Want to Take Back That Power!

Zoro's clash with Mihawk...

No, more accurately, it was merely a one-sided game.

Perhaps he wanted Zoro to recognize the chasm-like gap between them, or perhaps he was simply passing the time. Mihawk casually fended off all of Zoro's attacks with nothing but a small knife that looked like a fruit knife.

Yet beneath the pressure Mihawk continuously applied and the questions he casually asked, he sensed an immensely powerful will within Zoro's swordsmanship, which could only be described as immature and feeble.

The will to stake his life on practicing his own swordsmanship and pursuing his dreams!

The will to never let the sword in his hand waver in the slightest, even when facing an absolutely unbeatable enemy!

In the end, when the small knife in Mihawk's hand pierced a spot only a hair's breadth from Zoro's heart, Zoro's face still showed no fear of death or defeat. Mihawk could not help but acknowledge Zoro's will!

Mihawk withdrew and slowly drew the Supreme Grade Sword: Yoru from behind him, asking,

"Kid, state your name."

"Ghk~"

A smile appeared on Zoro's face. Not only did he show no fear after narrowly escaping death, he also displayed no hesitation toward Mihawk, who now seemed to have become truly serious. He answered,

"Roronoa Zoro!"

"I'll remember it. A formidable warrior the likes of which I haven't seen in a long time. Then..."

Mihawk raised the Supreme Grade Sword: Yoru and pointed it at Zoro. "To show you the courtesy due to a swordsman, I will use the World's Strongest Black Blade to send you to the bottom of the sea!"

"Then I truly appreciate it!"

As Zoro's voice fell, Mihawk launched himself toward him.

"Fall!"

"Three Sword Style: Secret Technique: Three Thousand Worlds!"

The two swords in Zoro's hands began spinning violently