"Order?"
"We'd be better off without an order built on slavery and oppression."
Lorne's voice was full of strength.
"Without tearing down what has failed and rebuilding, true light will never come."
"Fujitora, your justice is too gentle. It can't change this world at all."
"Perhaps you are right, sir, but as long as I hold this position, I must fulfill my duty."
"Today, I shall see whether your fists can bear the weight of your ambition."
Fujitora's expression grew serious.
"Lorne, I have traveled all over the world and seen countless horrors left by the collapse of order."
"Civilians were displaced amid the chaos, becoming prey for bandits and pirates."
"The price of the rebuilding you speak of is far too high."
Fujitora pressed both hands against his sword hilt and spoke gravely.
"That's because they don't have the strength to protect themselves."
Lorne looked straight at Fujitora.
"The new order I intend to build will protect them."
"As for anyone who stands in its way, whether Celestial Dragons or pirates, I'll make them disappear with my fists."
"The peace you seek is ultimately one achieved through violence."
"Such peace cannot last."
Fujitora shook his head.
"There has never been lasting peace on these seas."
Lorne gave a cold laugh.
"The peace we have now is nothing but a lie the Celestial Dragons use to paint a rosy picture."
"Fujitora, your so-called justice is only helping them maintain that lie."
Fujitora's grip on his sword tightened slightly.
The wooden scabbard parted from the blade with a crisp sound.
"In that case, I shall say no more."
Though Fujitora's eyes could not see, his face was utterly solemn.
"Gravity Blade: Hell's Journey!"
Fujitora shouted in a low voice.
He swung the wooden sword in his hand sharply downward.
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