Looking at the black blade held to his throat, Dracule Mihawk finally let out a heavy breath after a brief moment of stunned silence.
His right hand, which had been gripping Black Blade Night tightly, loosened its hold.
He had lost. Lost completely.
"Hahahaha!"
Mihawk struggled to his feet, turned to Tsugikuni Yoriichi, and suddenly burst into laughter. The dejection on his face vanished as he called out loudly to Yoriichi:
"Powerful swordsman!"
"I have no complaints about losing to you."
"Marine, kill me. My blade shall be your spoils of war!"
Mihawk spread his arms, proudly raised his chin, and closed his eyes to await death.
Seeing Mihawk like this, Tsugikuni Yoriichi smiled slightly, then shook his head. He slowly sheathed his blade and slid it back into its scabbard.
When the chill at his throat vanished, Mihawk opened his eyes and looked at Yoriichi with a deep frown, asking unhappily:
"What are you doing?! Why won't you kill me?!"
"Is there any need for a defeated swordsman to keep living?!"
"Are you pitying me? Are you going to strip me of a swordsman's final honor?!"
Seeing Yoriichi sheath his sword, Mihawk roared indignantly. His overly dramatic appearance made Yoriichi unconsciously give him a few extra looks.
He hadn't expected young Mihawk to be like this, constantly talking about swordsmen and honor. Could this guy have come from Wano Country?! Was he a diehard admirer of Kozuki Oden?
Mihawk's personality had somewhat exceeded Yoriichi's expectations, but Yoriichi still intended to set him straight.
In truth, the moment he saw Dracule Mihawk, Tsugikuni Yoriichi had already considered bringing him aboard. And when Mihawk took the initiative to attack Issho, it gave Yoriichi an excuse to make his move.
Against such a proud swordsman, Yoriichi had no intention of trying to