The Ghost Overlooking the World!

At midnight, the thunder that had lingered over Cake Island had long since faded, and the Conqueror's Haki that had blanketed the entire island had also dissipated.

Along the coast, the tide was gradually receding. The New Marines who had been huddled inside the base emerged one after another, working through the night to clean up the aftermath.

The tsunami had come without warning, inflicting tremendous casualties on the New Marines. No one knew how many had vanished that night, how many had lost their friends, how many children had lost their fathers, or how many fathers had lost their children.

On the shore, Mihawk sat on the sand. Rubble, broken stones, and even fragments of buildings carried from inland by the retreating tide littered the ground around him.

His gaze rested on the direction Dragon had departed, while he carefully replayed their earlier battle in his mind.

Dragon was powerful, and Mihawk was no less so. Yet even then, he had failed to keep Dragon on Cake Island. The convenience offered by Devil Fruits was sometimes no exaggeration. Mihawk could withstand Dragon's attacks, but preventing him from escaping had ultimately been unrealistic.

Just then, the sound of something slicing through the air came from behind Mihawk. A young girl carrying a long sword appeared behind him. She gave him a slight bow and said, "Mr. Mihawk, Mr. Issho asked me to invite you back."

Hearing her voice, Mihawk turned around and recognized her. His eyes swept briefly over the girl before settling on the long sword in her hands.

Ama no Habakiri.

It had been Tsugikuni Yoriichi's gift to Kuina when she had left with the younger generation to undergo Marine training. Several years had passed. Although the famed blade in Kuina's hands remained sheathed, Mihawk could already sense