Kuraigana Island.
Ruins destroyed by war, its desolate land shrouded in darkness.
The only things living here were Armed Baboons that had learned to use human weapons, and a man known as the World's Strongest Swordsman.
A small one-man boat slowly reached the shore. After furling its sail and tying the rope to a wooden post, Hawkeye casually picked up a black blade from beneath his seat.
Shing!
Drawing the Black Blade Shusui, Hawkeye carefully inspected it from hilt to tip. Its blade was blackish purple, its red jagged pattern burning like flames.
Its blade pattern was a chaotic reverse T-shaped temper line. Compared to other blades of the same size, Shusui was far heavier, and there were very few people in the world who could wield it freely.
"Sword God Ryuma, what a shame I could not have lived in the same era as you."
Hawkeye naturally recognized this famous blade and knew the story behind it.
He sheathed the long sword, carried it in one hand, and headed straight for the castle at the center of the island.
Not long after entering the forest, Hawkeye noticed something strange. Many of the Armed Baboons here bore sword wounds.
He glanced at Shusui in his hand and recalled what had happened at Marineford. A figure immediately appeared in his mind.
Roronoa?
Inside the dim castle, a green-haired figure was darting about with an impatient expression.
"Bastard!"
In the entrance hall, Zoro gritted his teeth and looked around, unable to suppress his irritation.
"How can there be such a huge maze on this island?!"
Ignoring the main doors behind him, Zoro shouted at the deep corridors, "How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?!"
At that moment, two figures, one large and one small, entered through the doorway.