Next, I Want to Learn from You!

Inside Pangaea Castle.

Gion, who had just finished playing several games of tennis with Stussy, washed off the sweat that covered her body.

After putting on the clothes that the maids had Godspeed washed and dried, I sat down on the sofa in a small living room.

"Your green tea."

A maid respectfully placed a steaming cup of tea on the tea table. Gion thanked her, picked up the teacup, and smelled it. Instantly, a rich aroma of tea filled her nostrils, invigorating her somewhat weary mind.

Just then, Stussy walked over and sat on the sofa on the other side, and another maid came up and brought over a coffee with milk.

This has become a daily activity for the two of them.

No way.

Within this castle, those who can speak to each other as equals are the only ones who truly understand each other.

These maids dared not say a single word to them that was unrelated to their work.

"Without Saint Nerona, I feel like this whole day has been completely meaningless," Stussy said with a smile, taking an elegant sip of his coffee.

"I actually think it would be good to play against you; it's a good way to relax once in a while."

Gion's words caused Stussy's lips to twitch slightly, but she had nothing to say. After all, the former was indeed stronger than herself, but in her opinion, this was a very normal thing.

Why is it that special agents are weaker in direct combat than the navy?

"I just miss Sister He and Sister Rouge a bit. She's about to give birth, and it would be such a shame if I didn't make it back to see the little one born."

Gion didn't notice Stussy's expression at all, because she wasn't thinking much about it and was looking at the pale green tea in her cup with some worry.

"What, you want to go out? I actually quite like my life right now. This period has been the most comfortable and peaceful since I was born~"

Stussy was truly satisfied, enjoying the world's safest, most prestigious, and most luxurious place, eating the finest food every day, sleeping in the softest bed, and being served by the best maids.

All she had to do was play tennis with the handsome Saint Nerona, without having to carry out any dark or dangerous missions. She could live a life of luxury like a top-tier noblewoman. How wonderful!

"I don't really like this place. It's too good, so good that it makes me feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for playing against Saint Nerona, which constantly pushes me to my limits, I would have left long ago."

Gion sighed helplessly, resting her fair chin on her right hand.

She could feel that her strength had indeed improved, especially in terms of Haki. It had only been a few days, and that was already quite remarkable.

But I still feel like I don't belong here.

"Ah, if only I could spar with Saint Nerona using swords. Tennis is interesting, but it just feels like something's missing."

To put it bluntly, Gion just hasn't fought with a sword in a long time and is starting to feel restless. If he were in Marineford, he could easily find any officer and have a good fight.

Stussy was startled by her remarks and quickly issued a warning.

"Are you crazy? You actually want to fight a Celestial Dragons, and a high-ranking Celestial Dragons who's a candidate for the next Five Elders? Get rid of that idea now and don't bring trouble upon yourself!"

After these few days of close contact, their relationship had reached the level of friendship, and she certainly didn't want to see this naive navy girl being captured and imprisoned in Impel Down.

If you were to actually fight a Celestial Dragons and anger them, then even if Gion's sister were Vice Admiral Tsuru, or even if her brother were Sengoku Admiral, it wouldn't matter.

"I understand, so it's just a thought. You said Saint Nerona is so strong, his Swordsmanship must be quite good too, right?"

As a newly promoted swordsman, Gion could sense the sharpness emanating from Imu; it was clearly the mark of a swordsman.

Breath.

Seeing that she was still unwilling to give up, Stussy shook her head and stopped trying to persuade her, changing the subject with a pout. "I just hope to stay as long as I can."

"Do you think this Saint of Saint Nerona has a wife? He looks so young."

"Probably. How could the Celestial Dragons lack women?" Gion said casually, then teased Stussy, "Judging from your tone, you're thinking of throwing yourself at me?"

"Hehe, if that esteemed person is willing, of course I am."

Stussy looked dejected and said, "But after these few days of contact and observation, it's clear that this Saint Nerona isn't interested in me, and not in you either. I really don't know what kind of woman can catch his eye."

As a top-notch intelligence agent, her ability to observe people far surpasses that of Gion, but it is precisely because of this that she becomes increasingly frustrated and disappointed.

In truth, she knew in her heart that she was not good enough for this future Five Elders.

If it were Celestial Dragons was indiscriminate in his desires, he might be happy to add her to his harem, but such a person would definitely wait until he got tired of her and then throw her out of the Holy Land. In that case, it would be better for her to stay in CP9.

"She must be a princess of a country." Gion truly didn't care about such things.

Or rather, hearing Stussy say that Saint Nerona had no interest in her actually relieved her. She was genuinely worried that her beauty would attract the attention of this Celestial Dragons, which would be a real problem.

Just as the two women were chatting late at night, a figure walked into the top-floor Moon Chamber.

This person was neither Imu, nor the maid, nor any of the Five Elders. He carried a long sword on his back, under the starry sky and moonlight, and walked on the pitted, silvery-gray sand to the door of the treehouse.

During this time, no one stopped it!

[Knock knock knock.]

The man knocked on the wooden door three times, then, without waiting for a response, casually Gate of Opening and went inside, as if he were returning to his own home.

Imu was sitting in the living room, had already noticed his arrival. He had already tidied up the documents on the table and then resumed his usual indifferent expression, quietly watching the other person sitting on the sofa opposite him.

"Speak."

"What do you want now that you're back, Joracol Mihawk?"

That's right, the newcomer is none other than 'Hawk Eyes' Mihawk, who has already gained some fame outside and reached the Bleach of a swordsman at the young age of nineteen!

According to the memories of his predecessor, Mihawk was brought here and raised by Imu, who was bored, since birth. So this place is really like his home, while the 'Land of the Gods' is more like a relatively unfamiliar neighborhood.

As he grew a little older, he often watched Imu practice swordsmanship under the moonlight, which sparked his curiosity and interest in Swordsmanship.

However, his predecessor Imu was unwilling to teach him. When he was about ten years old, Mihawk unexpectedly tried to leave Mary Geoise alone, with the aim of seeking Swordsmanship master outside.

However, the original Imu found this extremely amusing and ordered all CP and Holy Land Garrison to secretly cooperate, allowing Mihawk to leave without any major incidents.

At the same time, CP personnel will be secretly following and protecting them.

Otherwise, how could he, at the age of ten, have crossed the ocean and grown up so smoothly? Those CP personnel had eliminated countless unfortunate individuals who posed a threat to Mihawk.

Then, when Mihawk was about seventeen years old, he, now a swordsman, discovered the secret CP members and returned to challenge his predecessor Imu.

The result was as expected: a complete and utter defeat, but he did receive the sword from the latter as a gift for his advancement to swordsman.

It's the Black Blade Yoru, one of the Supreme Grade Swords that Mihawk is carrying on his back!

Of course, this knife is too eye-catching, and it has attracted many snatchers over the years. That's how he earned his nickname "Hawk Eyes."

Imu had originally planned to call him over next year when he turned twenty, but he didn't expect him to come back on his own initiative. However, less than half a year makes little difference.

"My skills have reached a bottleneck."

Mihawk stared at the latter with eyes exactly like Imu's and said softly, "I want to learn from you from now on!"

Please treat this book as a parallel universe to the One Piece world. Don't nitpick or get too hung up on the original character designs and experiences. Just enjoy reading it. I, the humble author, also had a lot of fun writing it.