"Green-haired swordsman, call your companion over. There's no need for us to fight."
Kompira slowly slid back into its sheath with a clear ring. Gion gradually withdrew the Armament Haki coating her body, several shallow cuts from the natural disaster still visible on her fair arms.
During the earlier weather attack, she had disregarded the cost and fought offense with offense, forcibly blocking most of the natural disaster's impact. Though the remaining shockwaves had failed to force her out of Blackening, they had shattered the mental restraint Imu had planted in her, allowing her to fully regain her senses.
This brush with death had completely snapped the string called loyalty in her heart.
The thought of defecting instantly filled her mind like wild grass growing out of control.
Given all the intelligence she had continuously sent out before, the green-haired swordsman before her was most likely a member of the Dawn Pirates.
She had no desire to keep crossing blades with someone who was about to become her comrade.
Zoro leaned on Enma, gasping heavily as he slowly sheathed his other two swords.
An unconcealable look of frustration covered his face. Resisting that world-destroying natural disaster had nearly drained more than half of his Haki and stamina.
The moment he heard Gion's words, his face darkened.
This was already the second time that a life-or-death battle against a top-tier swordsman had been forcibly ended by uncontrollable circumstances.
Reality was not a manga story. In the original work, Zoro could always happen to get a relatively peaceful one-on-one environment. That had been a plot deliberately arranged to show readers his growth.
But on this real sea, battlefield conditions changed by the moment. Wanting to fight one opponent steadily from start to finish was nothing but a fantasy.
As long as one