Click-clack-click!
On a high platform beside the courtyard, the crisp sound of wooden clogs echoed with every slow step.
A white robe bore a few strokes of chaotic blue patterns, and a white bandage covered one hollow eye.
Ryuma wore three swords at his waist as he reached the edge of the terrace, his coat hem fluttering in the wind as his hollow eyes shifted to the battlefield below.
"I see the enemies, I just need to cut them, right?"
His momentum was as sharp and biting as a blade, and even the people on the battlefield below faintly sensed it, instinctively casting their gazes upward.
Beneath a white crescent moon, three figures stood on the high platform overlooking the battlefield.
"That's!"
Upon seeing one of the figures, Brook's empty skeletal eye sockets seemed to ignite with a pale blue flame, and he instinctively gripped his cane sword tightly.
"What's wrong, skeleton?" Sanji couldn't help asking when he saw his shocked expression.
Brook slowly drew his slender sword, a flash of cold light moving with it, "That's the zombie stuffed with my shadow! The dragon-slaying swordsman, Sword God Ryuma!"
With that, he stepped forward, faster and faster with every stride, his light body transforming into a streak of black light as he streaked across the fiercely burning battlefield straight toward the other!
"This time, this time, I will definitely take my shadow back!"
Brook's voice was low and his gaze burning as he reached the bottom of the high platform, leaped up, and lunged straight at the opponent trailing a cold blade.
"Skeleton? I don't seem to know you."
Ryuma's tone was calm, one hand resting on the Black Blade Shusui at his waist, "But the enemy is right, as long as I cut them."
"Even if the memories of