At Randall's words, Solder almost threw away his dignity as a Swordsman and dropped to his knees.
"Heh, hehe, Lord Enma, what could I possibly have done...?"
Solder looked ready to cry.
"You're in big trouble!"
Randall glared at him.
Solder shuddered at that, his stomach nearly cramping.
"L-L-L-Lord Enma, I've been f-f-f-framed! I'm a law-abiding citizen!
I've never killed a Marine!"
Randall looked at Solder with disdain. For a top-tier Great Swordsman, he certainly lacked backbone.
"I'm not talking about that.
Mihawk dropped a rank, so now you're the World's Greatest Swordsman.
In that case, would you like to take on the title of Shichibukai, or would you like to take on the title of Shichibukai?"
The wild ups and downs nearly left Solder unable to breathe.
"I will! I'm willing to take on the title of Shichibukai!"
There was nothing to even think about.
Seeing how readily Solder agreed, Randall nodded in satisfaction.
"Good. Someone from the World Government will come to have you sign a contract later.
Remember to do a good job."
He patted Solder on the shoulder.
Then he stopped paying attention to Solder and turned to Milers.
"Well, Milers? Shall we go?"
"Ah, yes, let's go!"
Milers snapped out of his daze and nodded, trailing behind Randall like a quail.
Once the two disappeared from sight, Solder took several great gulps of air before his breathing finally returned to normal.
"Hiss... so that's what the world's strongest power looks like...
Heh. The World's Greatest Swordsman? It doesn't mean a damn thing..."
Fear and self-mockery flashed in Solder's eyes.
The next day, a piece of news spread throughout the world.
The World's Greatest Swordsman had emerged, and his name was Dracule Mihawk!
The man with hawklike eyes who carried the Supreme Grade Sword, Black Blade