Ryoma standing before Tsugikuni Yoriichi said nothing. His desiccated hand slowly rested on the longsword at his waist, and under Yoriichi and the others' watchful eyes, he slowly drew Shusui from its sheath.
That was right. The sword at Ryoma's waist was none other than Shusui, one of the Twenty-One Great Grade Swords, a famed blade and national treasure of Wano Country.
The black blade slowly slid free from its sheath. As the edge emerged, a powerful aura spread from Ryoma's body. It seemed almost tangible, becoming a gale that swept toward Yoriichi and the others.
The cold air, carrying a faint earthy stench, entered Yoriichi's nostrils. Looking at Ryoma standing before him with sword drawn, Tsugikuni Yoriichi unconsciously placed a hand on the sword at his waist as well.
"It's clearly just a dried corpse. Why does it have such a powerful aura?!"
"And..."
"I can sense Haki!"
A trace of gravity appeared on Tsugikuni Yoriichi's face. Ryoma's corpse before him had exceeded his expectations. Moria having managed to steal Ryoma's body and Shusui from Wano Country had already surprised him greatly.
But the powerful pressure currently emanating from Ryoma was even more unexpected.
It was merely a dried corpse stuffed with a shadow. Without flesh to support it, how much of Ryoma's strength in life could it possibly wield with nothing but a skeleton?
In the future, even Zoro, who had only just begun making a name for himself, had managed to defeat Ryoma's corpse after it was implanted with Brook's shadow. Yet Yoriichi and the others who had entered Thriller Bark now were countless times stronger than Monkey D. Luffy, Zoro, and the rest.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi had actually underestimated Moria somewhat. It was not that Yoriichi had become arrogant; the people he had brought with him were