Crocus Island.
Ruins destroyed in war, the ravaged land shrouded in darkness.
The only ones living here were armed baboons who had learned to use human weapons, and a man known as the World's Greatest Swordsman.
A small boat slowly pulled ashore. After lowering the sail and tying the rope to a post, Hawk Eyes casually picked up a black blade from beneath his seat.
Clang!
He drew Black Blade Shusui. Its blade was black-purple, with red, jagged patterns that burned like flames. Hawk Eyes examined it closely from hilt to tip.
The blade was a chaotic-patterned, great-reverse T-shaped blade. Compared to other swords of the same size, Shusui was much heavier. Few people in the world could wield it with ease.
"Sword God Ryoma, what a shame we couldn't live in the same era."
Hawk Eyes naturally recognized this famous blade and knew the story behind it.
He sheathed the sword, carried it in his hand, and headed straight for the castle at the island's center.
He had barely entered the forest when Hawk Eyes noticed something amiss. Many of the armed baboons here had sword wounds.
He glanced at Shusui in his hand, recalled what had happened at Marineford, and immediately pictured a figure in his mind.
Roronoa?
At that moment, in the dim castle, a green-haired figure was darting about with an impatient look.
"Damn it!"
In the castle's entrance hall, Zoro gritted his teeth and looked around, unable to keep his irritation at bay.
"How can there be such a huge maze on this island?!"
Ignoring the great door behind him, Zoro shouted angrily at the many gloomy corridors. "How the hell do I get out of here?!"
Just then, two figures, one tall and one short, walked in through the entrance.
"A gloomy island,