For a high-end combatant among the Seven Warlords of the Sea like Dracule Mihawk, along with his experiences at sea, he had always heard rumors of the ancient weapons the World Government had been secretly searching for.
Of course, not being an archaeologist, Dracule Mihawk had no idea what ancient weapons actually were, much less what they were capable of.
Simply put, he did not care.
Fujitora, on the other hand, knew quite a bit more.
In truth, for an expert like Fujitora, it was impossible to remain truly unknown.
The term "hidden expert among the common folk" was nonsense to begin with.
An expert close to admiral level wandering the seas—did they really think everyone was blind? Even if the Navy and the World Government's Intelligence Department were run by idiots, pirates and other powerful figures who had encountered him would surely have spread word of him.
The truth was that Fujitora maintained certain connections with many of the top major powers. Though he was a wandering hero and a hidden expert among the common folk, he lacked neither intelligence nor resources.
Thus, he said, "With such power, it should be an extremely formidable ancient weapon. Given our strength, I wonder whether we can stop it."
"Stop it? This big thing?" Dracule Mihawk said dismissively, casually swinging the right hand that held his supreme-grade great blade. Cold light glinted across its edge.
Because ancient weapons had existed too long ago, coupled with the World Government's erasure of the history from eight hundred years ago, much of the surviving information was blank. People of the present had no clear understanding of ancient weapons' combat power.
Even the information Fujitora knew was limited to the three strongest ancient weapons: Uranus, Poseidon, and Pluton.
In fact, countless other ancient weapons had existed