He flipped his hand and drew the flames back in. A rift in space opened out of nowhere beside him, and a figure strolled out with his arms crossed.
His short, black-and-red hair swept back like flames. A crack beneath the corner of his eye closed, and several mysterious black markings adorned his resolute face.
Sukuna stood before Lina, dressed in a white robe cinched with a black sash. The hem fluttered gently despite the windless air, and a sharp, blade-like aura radiated from him.
"Is this Ryoma's spirit?"
Nami stared at Sukuna in a daze. She could finally understand why Lina had fought so hard to take this spirit.
Just standing nearby made her feel as if a thorn were pricking her back.
Just then,
Chopper came running over in a panic, his little legs pattering. "Lina! Are you all right?"
"I'm not. I'm about to die. Hurry up and treat me."
"Nani! Don't die, Lina! Wait, I'll take a look right now!"
Chopper hurriedly set his medical kit on the ground, opened it, and began examining Lina's injuries and treating him.
"So this is the samurai's spirit? Does he have the swordsmanship he had in life?" Zoro walked up to Sukuna with interest, a fervent gleam flashing in his eyes.
What a battle maniac. Lina shook his head. Whenever Zoro met a skilled swordsman, his first instinct was always to challenge him. But...
That unstoppable spirit of the sword was probably one of the qualities that would make Zoro the world's strongest swordsman someday.
He had never doubted that Luffy would become the Pirate King or that Zoro would become the World's Greatest Swordsman.
"He inherited all of the original body's combat abilities, but let's leave it for now. I'll let you try him out next time." Lina