South Blue waters, aboard the East Blue Emperor.
Ginny was lounging back in her chair on the open-air deck, bored out of her mind.
"I just opened a door in the sky above the island to take a look. Captain Seven and Vice Captain Mihawk are still sparring with their swords. This is already their third day—when are they going to stop?"
Fujitora smiled. "Actually, it's been a long time since I've sparred with anyone, too."
As a swordsman, he could hardly have asked for anything better than having two highly skilled companions by his side.
Sparring and discussing swordsmanship in their spare time was an elegant way to pass the time. It could improve their skills, cultivate their character, and bring them closer together.
What a pity Mihawk had beaten him to it this time.
Next time, it would be Fujitora Issho's turn.
Issho didn't mind the nickname the newspaper and the Marines had given him. In fact, he felt it suited him rather well.
"No, no, no."
Ginny hurriedly waved her hands. "Mr. Fujitora, we still have to recruit crew members in East Blue. If you go over there, you won't be done for at least ten days."
The two Great Swordsmen had already been fighting for three days. If another joined them, they'd probably keep going until the island sank.
Was this what it meant to have a strong heart?
Ginny was training, too.
But unlike Seven and Mihawk's duels, she'd spent the past few days opening doors like crazy—making one in anything she could see.
That included, but wasn't limited to, the ship's hull, food, air, the newspaper, and Kuma's body.
As a member of the Morning Star Pirates, an Emperor-class crew, Ginny believed that even if she couldn't become a top fighter, she shouldn't hold