"Then let me show you personally just how hard it is."
Dragon reached up with his right hand and pushed back his hood, his red-tattooed face standing out distinctly in the breeze.
Standing to one side, Koshiro shook his head helplessly and rested his hand on Wado Ichimonji at his waist.
"Gentlemen, this is Isshin Dojo. If you really want to fight, please go to the clearing behind the mountain," Koshiro reminded them.
"Haha, Master Koshiro is right. Let's head behind the mountain!"
Lorne laughed, pushed off, and shot away in a golden blur.
Dragon followed close behind, his figure dispersing in the gale and turning into a green hurricane as he gave chase.
A moment later, in a barren clearing behind Shimotsuki Village.
Fierce winds howled, whipping dust and sand into the air.
Lorne landed steadily in the center of the clearing, the Justice Cloak on his back snapping in the wind.
Dragon's figure materialized out of thin air ten meters from Lorne, his expression utterly solemn.
Koshiro stood beneath an ancient tree far away, his arms folded and his gaze fixed on the two men in the clearing.
"Lorne, are you really ready?" Dragon asked gravely as he looked at him.
"Enough talk, Dragon. Show me the power that stands at the pinnacle of the seas!"
Laughing, Lorne slammed his fists together before his chest with a dull metallic clang.
"In that case, I'll grant your wish."
Dragon drew a deep breath, and his presence began to surge.
Lorne let out a low growl as the blood in his body began to boil.
His arms were covered in ink-black Armament Haki, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
"Decimating Smash!"
Lorne roared, golden flames surging around his body as his speed rose to its limit.
The ground beneath his feet