Zoro's Victory

Zoro snickered. "That's assuming your Haki can overpower mine."

Pica said, "Of course it's stronger than yours. Trash like you is no match for me." Pica was absurdly arrogant.

Zoro fell silent. A few seconds later, he spoke again. "Do you know what people like you are called?"

Zoro recalled the first time he had met Hawkeye, and the words Hawkeye had said to him: "A frog in a well. See how vast the world truly is."

Back then, Hawkeye had blocked all three of his swords with nothing but a small dagger. At the time, Zoro had thought the gap between them could not possibly be that great. Yet in an instant, Hawkeye had stabbed at him with that dagger, and Zoro had been completely helpless.

Hawkeye had asked, "Why aren't you dodging?"

Zoro had replied, "Better if I die."

Hawkeye's expression had suddenly changed. "Brat, state your name."

Zoro had answered, "Roronoa Zoro!"

He assumed the same stance he had used against Hawkeye back then.

Hawkeye had drawn the enormous blade from his back and said, "I'll remember it. It's been a long time since I've encountered such a strong one. As a swordsman's courtesy, I'll send you on your way with this—the world's strongest black blade."

Zoro now took the same demon-blade stance, his three swords forming a triangle as black demonic energy rose from them. The ultimate technique of Three-Sword Style: Three Thousand Worlds. Back then, he had been utterly defeated by Hawkeye, and two of his swords had broken.

He also remembered what Hawkeye had told him: "It's still too early for you to die. Go learn about yourself, learn about the world, and grow stronger. Try to surpass me, Roronoa Zoro."

Zoro spun his three swords. "I don't have time to waste on trash