Seven-Star Sword

"When did you end up in such a sorry state?"

The voice was followed by a tall silver-haired figure whose presence stood out even in the dim chamber. His azure eyes glowed faintly, deep as the starry sky, drawing in anyone who looked at them.

The burly man trembled. Every inch of his body, down to his flesh and blood, was shaking.

Sweat poured from him like a burst dam, soaking him in an instant and pooling beneath him.

From where he stood, the burly man could see only Kuta's profile. But those unmistakable azure eyes and that full head of silver hair told him exactly who stood before him.

The moment Kuta released his hold on the space around them, the man froze. He shook uncontrollably, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks. He looked as if he had encountered something unimaginably terrifying.

That was right. Someone this handsome and striking—who else could it be?

Yes... it was Kuta!

As the Freedom approached the altar at the island's center, they had noticed something was wrong and sped up their descent.

By the time the Freedom landed on the river in front of the altar, Kuta had sensed Saka's presence and remembered where they were.

He had never expected them to drift so far that they would reach the island from One Piece: The Cursed Holy Sword.

He did not know the island's exact location, but he guessed it lay somewhere between Alabasta and Jaya Island.

Ha!

Looked at that way, their luck was terrible. They had been drifting in the opposite direction.

Well, perhaps it was terrible luck for them. For someone else, it might have been the luckiest break of his life.

Kuta had nearly forgotten everything about this place. If Saka had not grown up alongside them, and if