Black Blade Kikoku

David's Revenge, captain's quarters.

Kikoku lay horizontally on an antique sword rack. Its unsheathed black blade gleamed with a dim luster as Kuina reached out slender fingers to gently touch its razor-sharp edge, her eyes filled with endless longing for the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

"I never thought I'd get to witness the historic moment a black blade was forged with my own eyes."

During Dawn's earth-shaking battle with Golden Lion, she, Zoro, and Yamato had undoubtedly been the three watching most intently.

The first two were driven by their ultimate love and pursuit of swordsmanship, while Yamato simply possessed a primal yearning to witness the clash of the strong.

"If you ask me, your dream has already come true."

A teasing smile curled across Dawn's lips, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Kuina turned around at his words, her delicate brows drawing together.

"My dream?"

"Didn't you always want to 'be the woman of the world's greatest swordsman'?"

Dawn explained with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Now, you already are."

Only then did Kuina realize what he meant. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she gave him a coy spit before muttering under her breath.

"Pah, how is that the same? You're obviously just nitpicking words on purpose."

Just then, an Air Door opened, and Nojiko poked her head through with a cheerful smile.

"The feast is ready!"

Dawn and Kuina exchanged smiles before walking through the Air Door side by side, arriving in the bustling dining hall in an instant.

The dining hall was brightly lit. The women had already gathered around the long table, their faces all glowing with relaxed delight.

Dawn sat between Hancock and Yamato. Hancock immediately reached out with a soft hand and gently stroked the fresh scar on Dawn's face, her beautiful