"Wado Ichimonji."
"Sandai Kitetsu."
"The famous sword Shusui."
"You have three fine swords, Roronoa Zoro."
River spoke softly, naming the three famous swords in Zoro's hands.
"But as you are now, you aren't worthy of wielding them!"
Zoro's expression changed at those words, and his eyes turned fierce.
"This world is unimaginably vast, but you're still just a little short."
"And that little bit will keep you from holding on to swords this fine, let alone fulfilling your promise to that Straw Hat captain."
River smiled faintly, leaning forward slightly as he assumed an attacking stance.
"You bastard!"
Zoro recognized his attacking stance too, his gaze ferocious.
He had been the one attacking before. Now, it was clearly the other man's turn.
Every one of his attacks had been stopped. But what about his opponent's? Could he withstand the series of attacks this man was about to unleash?
While the thought was still running through his mind, River's feet suddenly moved.
His figure seemed to turn into a streak of light, appearing before Zoro in an instant.
The branch swept out like a sword, piercing the air with a pop as it thrust mercilessly toward Zoro's neck.
Danger!!!
Zoro's pupils contracted, every pore on his body prickling.
In that moment of extreme peril, reflex drove him to swing his sword.
Clang!
He blocked the strike, but in the next instant, he saw the branch trace a purple-red line through the air.
Following an unpredictable trajectory, it appeared before him again in a flash, slashing down toward his right arm.
I have to block it!!
Or I'll die!!
Zoro's scalp tingled as he roared inwardly.
He could make no sense of his opponent's blade or the uncanny force behind it. It was clearly nothing more than a branch, yet its power