"Who is she?"
Shanks walked over to Gion and asked.
At the same time, he let the 'Eight-Tails,' Gyuki, shrink down again and hop onto his shoulder.
Gion smiled. "This is Princess Lingyue, Sesshomaru's mother. They both belong to the Demon Race from the Four Souls World and recently moved to Wano Island."
"The Demon Race." Shanks raised a brow.
He was still rather unfamiliar with this race. To this day, he had not made a single friend from among them.
"Greetings, Saint Shanks. I hope we can get along well from now on," Princess Lingyue said as she stepped forward.
Proud as she was, when facing a Celestial Dragon, she could only choose to show goodwill first.
"Hello."
Shanks responded politely, but he did not know what else to say.
He could only shift his gaze to Sesshomaru, who was already standing opposite Mihawk.
Sesshomaru had sheathed Bakusaiga, then drew Tenseiga from his waist.
Since this sword could not harm the living, it was highly suitable for sparring with Mihawk.
"Another fine blade. What is it called?" Mihawk asked.
"Tenseiga."
"And the one from before?"
"Bakusaiga."
Mihawk nodded. "They both look like fine blades. This is Konpira, one of the Fifty Skillful Grade Blades. It belongs to my wife, Gion."
"So that Black Blade is yours?" Sesshomaru looked toward the pitch-black Claymore standing on the platform.
"Yes. It is called Yoru, one of the Supreme Grade Swords. But there is no need to use it now."
Mihawk had already phrased it very politely.
Yet Sesshomaru could hear the unspoken meaning: he had not yet earned the right to make Mihawk use the Black Blade, Yoru.
That left the ever-proud Sesshomaru in a rather foul mood.
The next moment.
Sesshomaru's figure flickered, instantly turning into a white afterimage as Tenseiga,