South Blue, an unnamed deserted island.
Since reuniting on Twin Snake Island in West Blue, Seven, Mihawk, and Fujitora had traveled to Ohara to face the Navy's Buster Call fleet.
Then they'd rushed all the way from West Blue to the Sorbeth Kingdom, where they invited Kuma and Ginny aboard.
Through it all, they'd never had a proper swordsmanship match.
The Black Blade Night in Mihawk's hand was itching for a fight, and Seven wanted to see whether there was still a gap between them when they relied on swordsmanship alone.
When they passed a deserted island, they both drew their swords.
In the distance, aboard the East Blue Emperor, Ginny, Kuma, and Robin—the trio who loved watching a spectacle—each had a telescope in hand, giving Fujitora a live commentary.
"Captain drew his sword, and so did the Vice Captain."
"But they haven't made a move yet."
On the rocky shore of the deserted island, the salty sea breeze tugged at their clothes, and Seven's white hair danced in the wind.
"Mihawk, you're well-read. Help me come up with some names for my sword techniques sometime."
Basic attacks were all well and good, but somehow, they felt lacking without a name. Calling them out was embarrassing and a little chuuni, but damn, it was cool.
Saber's cry of "Excalibur!" had already won on sheer presence, whatever else you said about it.
And then there was Za Warudo, Unzip Pants, Shinra Tensei, Mobile Toilet, Pants Off!
Fire Wash!!!
Unlike Seven and Mihawk, who could slash at each other for three days and still fail to come up with a single technique name.
If Zoro had been born already, Seven would have gone to Shimotsuki Village in the East Blue and dragged him aboard. He wouldn't have needed to do anything else—just