Mihawk Is Shocked!
Stussy, standing outside the stadium, curiously glanced back and forth between Gion and Mihawk.
There are very few swordsmen in CP9, since they are a team specializing in assassinations, and carrying a long sword would be too troublesome. Therefore, they are all masters of Physical Arts who are skilled in the Rokushiki.
"That's one of the fun aspects of time travel."
Imu sat on the recliner, casually picked up the glass of red wine that the maid had prepared, swirled it, and waited for the two sides to make their move. As a One Piece fan, being able to see many scenes that didn't exist in the original story was incredibly enjoyable.
When the tense atmosphere reached its peak, Gion's expression suddenly turned fierce, exuding a Formless but undeniably sharp aura.
Suddenly, the Famous Sword Kompira in his hand trembled, and he lunged forward, transforming into a straight, bright blade of light, stabbing towards Mihawk with incredible speed, which seemed unbelievable to the maids.
Mihawk remained expressionless in the face of such chilling pressure. His Black Blade, Night Blade, shaped like a black cross, slashed diagonally, making a crisp clang as it easily blocked Kompira's attack. Then, relying entirely on his own strength, he shook off the latter and swept his blade horizontally without any fancy moves, seemingly about to cut the long-legged beauty in two.
"Shave!"
Gion's feet trembled, and she instantly vanished from her spot, appearing behind Mihawk the next second. But just as she swung her blade, it was caught by the hilt of the Black Blade, Yoru, which had anticipated her move.
"Warm-up is over, be careful."
With Mihawk's reminder, Gion felt the hairs on her body stand on end, sensing that the former's aura had changed and become extremely oppressive.
Mihawk, now serious, gripped his massive Black Blade, Night, turned, and swung it, Skybreaker and unleashing a storm of sharp energy.
"So fast!"
Gion's pupils contracted. She could tell that these energies looked like sword winds, but each one was a real blade. On the contrary, the Black Blade, Night, which was more clearly visible, was just a blur.
Since the two were merely sparring, they tacitly refrained from using Flying Slash, meaning Mihawk was showcasing the ultimate swordsmanship of a master swordsman.
"Since that's the case..."
Faced with such a fierce offensive, Gion showed no fear; instead, she became even more excited. This was the opponent she had been longing for.
The next moment, the Kompira in her hand instantly transformed into a dense array of blades, directly confronting the Blade Storm shimmering with a soft green light. This woman, harboring the strongest ambition, chose to fight speed with speed, showing no weakness whatsoever due to her gender. On the contrary, she was far more forceful, resolute, and fearless than most men.
Countless blades spun like falling leaves, each condensing into a deadly intent, like a surging, snowy river that swept across the land. The two forces constantly intersected and clashed, their blades colliding and shattering against each other.
A young swordsman, a man and a woman, stood on the pitch symbolizing the Grand Line. Their figures had disappeared into layers of sword flashes and storms, but the continuous clanging of metal echoed throughout the entire Pangaea Castle, even attracting the attention and vigilance of the Holy Land Garrison in the distance.
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Stussy stared in astonishment at the court completely enveloped in the glint of blades. She hadn't expected that Gion, who always played tennis with her, would be so powerful when she picked up a knife and got serious.
"Not bad, not bad, both of them are very steady with their knives."
Imu, standing to the side, praised inwardly that although the battle between the two seemed fraught with danger and intense, the fighting was kept firmly within the court. It was purely a contest of strength, speed, reaction, and Swordsmanship in a small space. This was what true sparring and exchange should be.
However, even with his keen eye, he could see that Gion, the Rear Admiral, wouldn't be able to maintain such a high level of confrontation for long.
Because her sword lacked spirit, and compared to Mihawk, she clearly lacked combat experience, and her basic abilities such as strength, speed, and reaction were also significantly inferior.
Especially in terms of strength, Gion's Kompira can only temporarily keep up with Mihawk in terms of speed, but every time the blades clash, her hand will tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"This is interesting, this future Momousagi."
Imu's rippling pupils, hidden beneath her black contact lenses, easily pierced through the layers of gleaming blades, scrutinizing Gion, who was gritting her teeth and struggling to hold on.
However, he had little interest in Gion because she did not meet his requirements for his harem members. Given his current status, position, and strength, he certainly couldn't just choose anyone.
Although I've only been in this body for a little over two years, after inheriting all the memories, emotions, and powers, I have feelings for Mihawk, the child I've watched grow up, that are different from ordinary people.
Simply put, the former Imu raised Mihawk like a son, and he treats him much the same way now, though he sees him more as a candidate for the next generation of the Five Elders.
About an hour later, with a clang, all the sword flashes and storms gradually subsided. A long sword flew out of the arena and stuck into the green grass; it was Kompira.
Meanwhile, her master Gion, was panting heavily, covered in sweat, and with her hair disheveled, she knelt on the half of the field representing the 'first half of the Grand Line,' glaring at Mihawk with a face full of resentment.
"Your sword is too hard, lacking flexibility and power, and it's rigid in every way. Most importantly, although you've stepped into the realm of swordsmanship, you're clearly confused about your future direction, so your sword heart isn't firm enough, and naturally, your Haki isn't very strong either."
Mihawk, however, pointed out each of the other's shortcomings with a serious and unsmiling attitude, showing no politeness whatsoever. Over the years, he had visited renowned Swordsmanship masters in various seas, and although he himself had not yet entered the ranks of Great Swordsman, he was still capable of instructing Gion.
"That's enough, Mihawk, come with me."
Imu stood up, placed the half-finished bottle of red wine on the tray in the maid's hand, and slowly walked into the interior of Pangaea Castle.
Mihawk put the Black Blade Night back on his back and followed, completely ignoring Gion's stubborn look as she bit her lip. Stussy, who went over to help her up, secretly thought to himself, "What a big lump of iron."
"Clear the area for one hour." Back in the Moon Chamber filled with silver-gray earth and craters, Imu instructed the maid who was guarding the area.
"Yes!"
The maid bowed respectfully and quickly led the other maids away. Clearing the area meant that no one was allowed to approach the Moon Chamber during this time, no matter what happened.
Mihawk followed silently, his Sixth Sense telling him that something big was about to happen.
"This will do."
The two arrived near the piano, one after the other. Imu looked up at the starry Starry Sky and the moon; this place simulated night even though it was daytime outside.
Mihawk didn't speak, but simply stopped and waited. That was just his personality, and Imu liked it very much.
The next moment, he opened the Star Map and placed the first random Small Star Gate he had activated earlier five meters in front of him.
"This is what I'm going to show you: a portal to other worlds."
Upon hearing this, Mihawk's golden, wavy pupils, known to the world as 'Hawk Eyes,' trembled.
I am incredibly grateful to the generous donors: Spear of Spear of Longinus the 100,000 Qidian Coin, Jie Geng De Gu Du for the 70,500 Qidian Coin so far, and Orilc for the 10,000 Qidian Coin! This chapter is an extra chapter for these three generous donors. I don't have many drafts saved up, so please don't mind!