Samurai vs Swordsman
Dracule Hawk Eyes Mihawk and Roronoa Zoro's duel had come to a decisive close. Zoro's body crumpled and landed face first onto the remains of the wooden deck of the ship wreck. His body rolled away and landed into the sea below. Mihawk did not give his body a second glance.
"Zoro…" Ryuza clenched his teeth as Zoro's body disappeared into the sea.
Neither the cooks, nor Don Krieg's crew made a sound. They had just witnessed someone even as skilled as Roronoa Zoro, be cut down effortlessly by the world's greatest swordsman. Either of them knew if they had dared to make a move against him, they would meet the same fate.
The silence was broken as an anguished scream erupted from Luffy. Ryuza glanced back over at the restaurant's lower deck and witnessed something bizarre. Luffy's arm suddenly stretched like a long band of rubber, his hand reaching across the sea water and grabbing onto the railing of the shipwreck where Mihawk had been standing with his arms crossed.
Despite the situation, both Ryuza and Yamato's mouth dropped at the sight. For the days they had stayed at the restaurant with Luffy and his crew, they had never seen him display such an ability before. Neither of them had time to comprehend it as Luffy launched himself toward Mihawk, his long and rubber arm pulling him toward the swordsman like a catapult.
"Damn you!!!" screamed Luffy, his fist pulled back as he sped towards Mihawk.
Mihawk turned his head towards Luffy, his expression returning to a cold, detached look. He deftly shifted to the right, sidestepping the attack and allowing Luffy to go flying past him. The force of the miss sent Luffy crashing into the other side of the deck, his head stuck in the wood.
As Luffy struggled to free himself, Ryuza clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed on Mihawk. The duel between the swordsman and Zoro replayed in his mind, each clash of their blades echoing in his thoughts. Mihawk's effortless victory left Ryuza questioning his own abilities and aspirations.
Could he truly claim the title of Sword God without defeating the world's strongest swordsman? Ryuza wrestled with this idea, knowing that if he were to face Mihawk in his current state, the outcome might not be in his favor. The young samurai understood that, in order to earn the prestigious title he sought, he would need to surpass even Mihawk's incredible skills.
Ryuza's determination burned brighter than ever as he pondered the implications of challenging Mihawk. He knew that this battle, should it occur, would be a turning point in his journey. It would be a test of his resolve, his skill, and his commitment to achieving his ultimate goal. There was also the possibility that it could mean his death.
The thought should have scared Ryuza, but it only strengthened his resolve. He did have a desire to one day journey to his master's home, the country of gold, and take part in the great battle that would set the island free from its tyrannical ruler, but how could he, if he was not strong enough?
Ryuza's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of Yamato's battle cry. A large shadow loomed over Mihawk. He glanced up, his expression remaining passive and saw Yamato with her kanabo mace raised over her head, preparing to crush the swordsman with it.
Mihawk effortlessly leapt back as Yamato's mace slammed into the wooden deck. The power of her attack sent pieces of wood scattering and even the waves rocked the remaining surrounding wreckage of the ship.
"Comrades of the young swordsman?" asked Mihawk, crossing his arms as Yamato and Luffy prepared to fight him. "So you both witnessed what had just transpired, and yet you aim to fight me?"
"Damn right!" Luffy shouted back, his fists raised in the air.
Yamato raised her mace, her teeth clenched angrily. "You're going to pay for what you've done to Zoro-san!"
Ryuza wasn't surprised to see Yamato rush to Zoro's defense. Though not a samurai herself, she had been raised under the same master as he was. What amazed Ryuza more was the fierce loyalty and determination she displayed, considering she had only met Luffy and his crew a few days prior. She had always been like that as far as he could remember.
Mihawk turned his back on them both and gazed off into the distance. "Fear not. That man is still alive."
Both Luffy and Yamato paused at his words. In the water a few distances away, Johnny and Yosaku were swimming to the spot Zoro was last seen. They both submerged themselves into the water and brought up a heavily injured Zoro who was coughing up blood, mixed with water.
"Bro! Answer us bro! C'mon! Hang in there!" Johnny shouted, keeping him afloat.
"Zoro!" Luffy shouted, shocked to see him alive.
Yamato was equally surprised. "Zoro-san!"
Ryuza's eyes had widened. He did not expect to see Zoro again. Mihawk's sword strike looked as if it should have killed Zoro upon blade contact. The strike looked deep enough to separate his body from his torso. There was no way Zoro should have been alive, unless Mihawk willingly held back.
Usopp who steered Johnny and Yosaku's boat closer to Zoro, called out to him. "Hurry! Get him on the boat!"
Mihawk turned his gaze onto Zoro while his body was being carried onto the boat. "I am Dracule Mihawk! It is much too early for you to die!" He announced. "Know thyself! Know thy world! And become strong, Roronoa!
"Hurry! Apply the medicine to his wounds!" Johnny exclaimed, opening Zoro's shirt so they could see the wound.
"No matter how many months, or years may pass by, I shall stand here at the top of the world and wait for you!" continued Mihawk. "So forge on ahead with that fierce conviction and try to surpass my sword! Surpass me, Roronoa!"
Ryuza felt himself clench his fists at Mihawk's words. He realized that Mihawk purposely held back his strike so that he would not outright kill Zoro in the duel. His words displayed that Mihawk wanted Zoro to remain alive so that he could one day surpass him. Ryuza was confused and a bit envious. Everything that had just transpired was simply too fast. But he knew one thing for certain, today was to be the day he could prove himself.
"Boy…" Mihawk began, turning his head toward Luffy. "What do you aim for?"
It took Luffy a moment to answer, his worry for Zoro more important. He then looked at Mihawk and answered with a serious gaze. "…Pirate King."
"A tough path indeed…even tougher than surpassing myself." Mihawk replied with a hint of amusement.
"Whatever!" Luffy exclaimed, sticking his tongue out. "I'm gonna do it anyways!"
Yamato was taken aback by Luffy's words. She had heard him numerous times say that he was going to find the One Piece and heard him say that he planned on being King of the pirates, but to hear him say it in front of the world's greatest swordsmen, was something different all together.
"And you…what do you aim for?" asked Mihawk, staring up at Yamato.
Yamato's orange eyes trembled before she clenched her teeth with determination.
"I…I want to fulfill the will of Kozuki Oden and open the borders to the land of Wano!" exclaimed Yamato. "And explore the world as a true warrior of the sea!"
Mihawk crossed his arms in amusement. "Is that so? Kozuki Oden. That is a name that I have not heard in a long time. You are an interesting group indeed."
Ryuza's fist clenched even tighter when he heard Luffy and Yamato state their goals to Mihawk. Part of him felt cowardly. He remained on the sidelines along with the trash of Don Krieg's crew. And yet, why would his body not move.
"Usopp! Is Zoro okay?!" Luffy asked, looking over at the boat.
"Like hell he's okay! He's still alive but he's lost consciousness!" yelled Usopp, trying to put pressure on the wound.
Suddenly, Zoro's body shifted. Usopp paused and saw Zoro reach for his last remaining sword. He grasped it, and raised it high into the air. Ryuza could see the blade and sighed in relief. It was a sign to show that he was still very much alive
"L-Luffy! Can you hear me….?" croaked Zoro, his arm trembling.
"Yeah! I can hear you!" answered Luffy.
"Sorry for worrying you…I know…that if I don't become…the world's strongest swordsman…it will only embarrass you…" said Zoro, his breathing growing heavy.
"Bro! Don't talk anymore! You're losing blood" Yosaku yelled with worry.
Zoro however, remained determined, despite the taste of his own blood. "I swear! That I'm never gonna lose again! Until the day I fight him…and win…I swear…to never lose again!"
Luffy's shocked expression shifted over into a wide grin at Zoro's declaration. Yamato smiled, releasing a happy laugh that Zoro's determination seemed to be unshattered. Ryuza watched Zoro with admiration, a smile of his own crossing his lips.
"... We'll have to finish our own fight first, Zoro," Ryuza muttered to himself.
As Ryuza watched on, he sensed something was amiss. His eyes darted to his right, and he saw one of Don Krieg's men taking aim at Mihawk with a pistol. Ryuza's eyes narrowed dangerously. He had enough of sitting on the sidelines. This day would be one he would remember, and if not, it would be his last.
The young samurai swiftly unsheathed his blade and dashed over to the pirate aiming at Mihawk. Just as the pirate pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing across the sea, Ryuza sliced through his chest with a swift and precise strike, and forcing his aim to be adjusted. The pirate's bullet went flying into the ocean and he cried out in pain before crumbling to the floor.
"Ryuza-san?" Yamato said, her gaze shifting to the scene.
Don Krieg clenched his teeth in frustration. He had hoped that shot would take down the man who had decimated his fleet of 50 ships, but now this so-called samurai brat had thwarted his chance.
Mihawk glanced up at Ryuza who sheathed his blade back into its scabbard and leapt onto the wreckage of the ship where Mihawk, Luffy and Yamato had been standing. His gaze was determined as he walked toward Mihawk.
"I'm sorry, but I did not want anyone shooting at you while your back was turned." said Ryuza, continuing on his path.
Mihawk's eyes narrowed, observing Ryuza's determined approach. In a calm and collected tone, he said, "I see you've taken care of the distractions. So, what is it that you want? Do you intend to challenge me as well?"
"You said you were here to kill some time, right?" asked Ryuza coming to a stop as he passed Yamato and Luffy. "Then, allow me the opportunity to duel you as well."
Silence had filled the air once more. The cooks and Don Krieg's crew watched in surprise at Ryuza's request to duel Mihawk. Luffy and Yamato were stunned to hear his words, as were Usopp, Yosaku and Johnny. Zoro, who heard Ryuza's request, clenched his teeth and tried to sit up. The wound forced him back down.
"Is that guy crazy?!" Patty asked, watching along with Owner Zeff, Sanji, and the other cooks. "After seeing that guy cut into someone, he challenges him?!"
"R-Ryuza-San! What are you doing?!" asked Yamato, taking a step toward Ryuza.
"You wish to duel me as well? Even after witnessing me defeat another swordsman?" asked Mihawk, raising one of his brows. "Tell me, what is your reasoning for wishing to duel me?"
"As a samurai, I cannot help but jump at the opportunity to duel you." answered Ryuza, crossing his own arms. "It would be foolish of me to pass up such an opportunity. Like Zoro, I have something I want to prove as well."
"Even if you know it means the possibility of death?" asked Mihawk, his hawk-like eyes darkening. "I may not grant you the same mercy that I have just granted Roronoa."
Ryuza's gaze hardened. "If I were afraid of death, then I'd have no right to call myself a samurai."
A small smirk found its way onto Mihawk's face again. With the amount of experience that he possessed, he could very well tell the difference between a swordsman and a samurai. He was well aware that this duel was going to be a much different experience than the one he had with his previous opponent.
Yamato stared at Ryuza with a shocked expression. After what she had just seen what Zoro went through, the last thing she wanted to see was Ryuza to fall in battle. Luffy on the other hand watched Ryuza stare down the world's greatest swordsman with determination. He was very curious to see how a duel like this would play out.
"G-guys! Nami is going to get away if we don't leave now!" called out Usopp waving his arms from the deck of Johnny and Yosaku's boat..
Luffy stared at Ryuza and Mihawk for a few more seconds and then called back "Usopp! You guys go on ahead! We'll catch up later!"
"Catch up….?" Usopp blinked vigorously. "…Alright! Fine! You better not die in the meantime!"
Zoro grit his teeth together as he tried to sit up straight. Luckily for him, Johnny and Yosaku were able to keep him on the ground so that his wounds would not reopen.
"Bro! Try not to move!" Yosaku exclaimed. "You've already lost a lot of blood!"
"What's…what the hell is going on over there?" muttered Zoro, frustrated that he could not even muster the strength to sit up.
"That samurai guy is challenging Mihawk." Johnny answered, looking back over at the two swordsmen. "I don't know why, but we can't afford to wait around to find out!"
"Ryuza-san, are you sure this is wise?" Yamato asked, her eyes shimmering with worry.
Ryuza nodded, his gaze fixed on Mihawk. "Yes. This is something I must do." He looked at Yamato, his expression resolute. "Yamato, I believe you should go with Usopp and the others."
"What?" Yamato's surprise was evident, but she quickly clenched her teeth stubbornly. "Why?! If you think I'm going to leave you here alone, then you're wrong!"
"I'd prefer you to be with them to help retrieve our money," Ryuza explained. "I don't entirely trust them, but if you're with them, our chances of recovering our loot improve."
"Ryuza-san..." Yamato murmured, biting her lip.
"Besides, we still have our own journey to continue, right?" Ryuza asked, turning to smile at her.
Yamato stared at him for a moment before nodding determinedly. "Right...okay. Just...be careful."
"Same to you," Ryuza replied, shifting his focus back to Mihawk.
Yamato turned and sprinted towards the boat. She closed her eyes tightly, the thought of leaving her friend behind causing an uncomfortable sensation within her. She leaped from the shipwreck with impressive height and landed on the boat, causing it to rock slightly due to her sudden arrival.
"GYAH! Hey! Warn us before you come aboard next time!" Usopp exclaimed, struggling to maintain his balance.
Yamato could not help but giggle. "Sorry, Usopp-San!"
As the boat drifted further and further away, Ryuza stood resolute. With Yamato on her way to find the loot, he felt reassured that she would be safe even if he were to fall during the upcoming duel. However, his primary goal was to test his own prowess and, hopefully, discover a weakness in Mihawk's formidable defenses.
"Luffy," Ryuza said, glancing over at him. "You don't mind, right?" He hoped that Luffy would move to a safe distance during the duel.
Luffy paused and then grinned, a carefree smile spreading across his face. "Of course not! Just make sure you give it everything you've got, samurai guy! I know you're strong, so show this guy what you're made of!"
Ryuza twitched slightly as Luffy got clear of the area. He was confused by Luffy's words. It almost sounded like he was confident in Ryuza's skill despite not seeing him fight. Then he remembered Luffy had watched his duel with Zoro. Still, it was odd that he was rooting for him. And yet his unwavering confidence in Ryuza's abilities were both reassuring and motivating.
Ryuza nodded determinedly, his hand reaching for the hilt of his blade. "Thank you for waiting." He slowly unsheathed his sword from its scabbard, readying himself.
Mihawk's eyes moved to Ryuza's sword, examining the blade closely. At first glance, it resembled a legendary sword from ancient times, with its intricate yet sturdy design. Upon closer inspection, one could see that it was a unique fusion of various styles, an embodiment of Ryuza's own fighting spirit.
Assuming a stance befitting a skilled samurai warrior, Ryuza's feet were positioned shoulder-width apart, providing a stable foundation for the duel that was about to unfold. His left hand gripped the sword's hilt firmly, while his right hand rested lightly on the sheath, poised to draw and strike in an instant. The unwavering determination that burned within him shone through his intense gaze, which remained locked on Mihawk's eyes.
Mihawk couldn't help but feel a spark of interest as he took in Ryuza's stance and the unique design of his sword. Despite the countless opponents he had faced over the years, there was something about this young samurai that piqued his curiosity. He was intrigued to see how Ryuza would fare in their impending duel, wondering if duel would keep him entertained.
"How interesting." inquired Mihawk, unsheathing his own sword from behind him. "Let us see how your blade fares against mine."
Ryuza paused for a moment. He did not expect Mihawk to immediately use his true blade in the beginning of the duel. He would have guessed he'd use the same knife he used against Zoro. Despite this, Ryuza could not help but smile to himself. Mihawk going straight to his main weapon meant that Ryuza was worthy of his time. He had to live up to that expectation.
The young samurai made the first move against Mihawk. With great speed, he dashed toward Mihawk, his blade pulled back and swung it at him in an upward slash. Mihawk effortlessly blocked the attack, the sounds of their swords clanging together creating an ear ringing sound. Ryuza followed up with a powerful downward cut, maintaining the grip on the hilt with both of his hands. Mihawk deflected the strike, not moving an inch.
Ryuza leapt back, trying to keep at a distance before Mihawk could give a strike in return. Instead, Mihawk stood there, his blade held in front of him and his expression as cold as it had ever been.
"Surely, that is not the best you can do." said Mihawk, his eyes narrowing.
Ryuza narrowed his eyes. He had more in store for the world's greatest swordsman. Even if he would not win the duel, he would make sure that Dracule Hawk Eyes Mihawk would remember his name.
With a fierce battle cry, Ryuza charged towards his opponent, his blade slicing through the air as he unleashed a series of rapid, precise slashes. A relentless onslaught of blade strikes pressured Mihawk, who expertly deflected and parried each attack, his body hardly shifting from its starting position. As Ryuza's sword danced, a faint azure glow traced its path, adding an ethereal quality to the fierce exchange. The final strike, more powerful than the preceding rapid slashes, was met by Mihawk's blade, the metal of the two swords clashing with an intense, resonating clang.
Ryuza leaped back again and then sprang into the air, performing an agile flip over Mihawk to attack him from behind. In a burst of speed, he dashed first to the left, then to the right, before thrusting his blade with precision toward the back of Mihawk's neck.
In that split second, Mihawk displayed his unparalleled mastery of the sword. Without even turning to face his opponent, he instinctively raised his weapon, intercepting Ryuza's attack with a fluid, almost effortless motion. The resounding clang of their swords colliding reverberated throughout the area, a testament to the intensity of their duel.
Unfazed by Ryuza's surprise maneuver, Mihawk maintained his calm and calculated demeanor. "I had expected more from someone who possesses a blade such as yours." he said in a cold tone.
This time, Mihawk retaliated with an attack of his own. Exhibiting immense strength, he forcefully pushed Ryuza back with his sword, swiftly pivoting on his heel as he did so. In one fluid motion, Mihawk turned around and unleashed a mighty sword swing through the air.
Ryuza, sensing the impending danger, narrowly managed to dodge the ferocious attack. Yet, the power behind Mihawk's swing was such that it seemed to slice through the very air itself, sending a violent shockwave hurtling toward him. The force of the shockwave tore into the wood of the ship wreckage as if it were mere paper, scattering debris and causing the waves to crash violently around them.
A few of Don Krieg's crew members, unfortunate to be caught in the shockwave, were forced to leap to another part of the ship wreckage, as the one they had been on was cut into pieces.
The force of the attack sent Ryuza rolling backwards and landing on his feet. He thought he had dodged the attacks successfully, until he felt a sharp pain on his chest. He looked down and saw that his white kimono had been cut into, and two sword wounds on his chest dripped with blood. The sight of his own injuries made Ryuza even more amazed at Mihawk's swordsmanship. But the fight was not over.
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Johnny and Yosaku's boat maintained a steady pace on the sea. They could barely make out the small silhouette of the ship Nami had stolen, but they knew exactly which direction she had gone. Their only hope at that moment was to stay on course.
While Usopp and Johnny continued to treat Zoro's injuries, and Yosaku steered the boat, Yamato gazed at the restaurant and the ship wreckage that was gradually growing more distant. Part of her was happy that she was finally leaving the restaurant behind and exploring more of the sea – and in good company, no less. But another part of her felt worried and guilty. She had no desire to leave Ryuza behind, especially to face off against a formidable enemy. It was as if she was leaving a part of herself behind by departing.
Suddenly, the boat rocked violently, the waves around it crashing due to a sudden shockwave of force. Usopp struggled to keep his balance and looked back at the restaurant – the area where the powerful wave had originated.
"Wow! Whatever is going on over there must be serious!" exclaimed Usopp, gripping the railing tightly. "I hope Ryuza knows what he's doing!"
Yamato narrowed her eyes and frowned, fixing her gaze on the shipwreck where the battle had been taking place, unconcerned that her white hair was blowing behind her due to the strong wind.
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The duel between the samurai and swordsman continued. Ryuza continued to dash around Mihawk, trying to break through his defense with quick and precise slashes. But no matter how quick or powerful the attack, be it upward slash, a downward slash, or even a flurry of swings, Mihawk answered with a block of his own sword.
Ryuza dashed at Mihawk one last time, swinging his sword with a powerful strike and clashing against Mihawk's steel. Hot sparks fizzled as the blades met, and Ryuza tried to push Mihawk back with his strength. Mihawk did not move an inch and instead maintained his cold demeanor while eyeing the young samurai's blade.
"Tell me, young one..." Mihawk said, narrowing his eyes. "Why is it that you're not using your blade to its fullest extent? Are you merely holding back?"
Ryuza raised a brow at Mihawk's question. "What are you talking about?"
"...Ah, I see now," replied Mihawk. "The blade doesn't belong to you, does it?"
Ryuza's eyes widened at Mihawk's inquiry. It was the exact opening Mihawk was looking for. With immense strength, he pushed Ryuza back, forcing him into a stumble, and rammed the hilt of his blade into his forehead. Ryuza stumbled back, stunned by the blunt attack. Mihawk followed up with a pirouette and an upward slash, his sword cutting through the air.
Ryuza saw the attack coming just in the nick of time and leaped into the air to flip backward. Mihawk's attack sent pieces of wood scattering and left behind a large cut in the remaining deck where they were dueling. Ryuza landed on his feet but hissed in pain as he felt a cut on his shoulder open. That was twice now Ryuza believed he had dodged successfully, only to realize that Mihawk had cut him without him even realizing it.
Mihawk studied Ryuza as the young samurai returned to his stance. "That blade you hold, it intrigues me. How did you come to possess it?"
"Why does it matter?" replied Ryuza, irritated that he could not land a single hit on the swordsman.
"Throughout my life, I've crossed paths with countless weapons, both mundane and extraordinary," Mihawk stated. "I've dueled adversaries brandishing swords that could slice through the strongest materials. Your weapon appears to harbor such power, but you have yet to unlock its true potential. So, I ask once more, where did you acquire that sword?"
Ryuza's eyes widened in shock at Mihawk's words. He knew his blade was special—his master had mentioned it—but he didn't know the specifics.
"It was a gift... from my master," answered Ryuza, maintaining a hardened stance.
Mihawk's gaze remained steady. "I see. It's rare to encounter a blade with such an aura. I advise you to explore its true nature more deeply. Your sword may hold secrets yet to be discovered. But perhaps, by the time this duel has reached its conclusion, you'll already be dead. And I will claim your sword as a trophy."
Ryuza's eyes widened with fury. "I will die before I let someone take this sword from me! This sword is my life!"
Mihawk smirked, intrigued by Ryuza's determination. "Very well. Let us see if your resolve is as sharp as your blade."
As Ryuza stood his ground, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his injuries bearing down on him. Blood seeped from the cuts on his shoulder, and the two deep wounds on his chest throbbed painfully with each breath. The severity of his situation was becoming increasingly apparent, and it was clear that he was no match for the world's greatest swordsman.
Despite the agony and exhaustion that threatened to consume him, Ryuza's determination only grew stronger. He recalled the countless days and nights he had spent training, honing his skills and striving to become a true samurai. The memory of Yamato, the friend with whom he had made a vow to sail the seas together, fueled his resolve. He couldn't let her down, and he couldn't let his master's teachings go to waste.
Ryuza tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, feeling its familiar weight and balance. He remembered the promise he had made to his master, the unwavering commitment to carry on the legacy of their shared swordsmanship. He couldn't allow Mihawk to take that away from him, not when so much was at stake.
Drawing from the depths of his resolve, Ryuza tightened his jaw and steadied himself, his eyes locked on Mihawk with a fierce determination. He knew that he couldn't back down now, not when his entire future hung in the balance.
"Yamato, Master... I won't let you down," Ryuza whispered under his breath, gathering the last of his strength for one final stand. The air around him seemed to hum with energy, as if the sword itself was responding to its wielder's unwavering resolve.
In that instant, Ryuza's focus intensified, he channeled his energy into his sword and bent his knees with it slightly placed in its scabbard at his waist. It was his final trump card and he would put as much as he had left in the attack. With a swift and fluid motion, he released his sword from the scabbard and swung his weapon, unleashing a flurry of invisible cuts that raced through the air toward Mihawk. The wind howled as the razor-sharp slashes sliced through the space between them, leaving trails of compressed air that threatened to tear through anything they touched.
Mihawk remained unfazed. His eyes narrowed, and with the precision of a master, he deftly maneuvered his sword to intercept each of Ryuza's invisible slashes. The sound of clashing steel echoed through the air as Mihawk's blade met each attack, effortlessly deflecting them and sending sparks flying.
With each blocked strike, Mihawk's movements were fluid and graceful, a testament to his unparalleled swordsmanship. He seemed to dance through the chaos, his every motion calculated and purposeful, never once losing his composure. The razor sharp slashes cut rapidly into the wooden surface beneath Mihawk, razing into the wood but never once touching the world's greatest swordsman.
As the last of Ryuza's slashes dissipated, Mihawk stood unharmed, his eyes still locked onto his opponent. Ryuza's eyes had widened in shock. He could not believe that Mihawk had blocked every one of his cuts. He had expected at least one of them to break through his defense. But no, not even the smallest of cuts had touched the swordsman.
The cooks from the Baratie, Luffy, and some of Don Krieg's crew members watched the duel and were shocked at the sight of Ryuza's attack.
"Did you see that?!" one of the cooks exclaimed, unable to hide his shock.
"Unbelievable! It was like he cut the air or something!" another cook added, his voice filled with admiration.
"Well whatever he did, Hawk eyes wasn't even scratched by it." Carne muttered, watching the scene with wide eyes. "Look. He's not even injured!"
Luffy stared, grinning from ear to ear, as he said, "That was awesome!" But his grin quickly faded when Ryuza dropped to one knee, panting heavily.
"No way…That's…impossible…" Ryuza breathed raggedly. "At least one of those cuts should have touched you…!"
Mihawk remained unfazed, a cool and composed expression on his face. "Your attack was indeed impressive, but it takes more than raw power to land a hit on me." His voice held a mixture of admiration and condescension.
With a swift and fluid motion, Mihawk dashed toward Ryuza. His blade gleamed in the sunlight as he prepared a powerful sword swing. Ryuza, exhausted and struggling to regain his footing, barely managed to evade the fearsome strike.
The force behind Mihawk's swing was immense, creating a wave of energy that sliced through the air like a razor-sharp gale. The pressure from the attack was so intense that it severed the remaining mast of the ship wreckage in two, sending splinters of wood flying in all directions. The young samurai was sent rolling backwards across the deck.
Though his body was not caught in the deadly wave, Ryuza's cheek, however, was not spared from Mihawk's onslaught. Despite his best efforts to avoid the attack, the edge of Mihawk's blade grazed the skin of his cheek, leaving a deep cut into the skin. Ryuza howled in pain, the wound burning with a hellfire sensation. Mihawk was not finished. Before Ryuza recovered, the tip of his sword pierced Ryuza's shoulder and with immense strength and forced him to the ground.
Loud screams of pain erupted from Ryuza. The sharp edge of Mihawk's sword caused blood to burst from the large wound. The blade had pierced his shoulder and was stuck firmly into the wooden floor behind him. Ryuza's grip on his sword loosened but he did not dare to move. Any sort of movement would have caused even more pain that he had already been experiencing.
Mihawk stared down at the injured Ryuza, his expression a mixture of cold detachment and curiosity. "The duel is over," he declared, his voice steady and controlled. "Despite your best efforts, you were no match for me."
Ryuza gritted his teeth, the bitter taste of defeat filling his mouth. He had lost to the world's greatest swordsman, and the pain from his injuries was almost unbearable. The thought of his broken pride stung even more than the deep wounds inflicted by Mihawk's blade.
Mihawk reached down, his hand outstretched, intending to claim Ryuza's sword as his prize. His fingers closed around the hilt, but before he could fully grasp it, Ryuza's hand shot up, gripping his own sword tightly. The sudden motion sent waves of pain coursing through his body and even more blood pouring from his wound, but he refused to let go.
"I... won't... give it up!" Ryuza hissed through gritted teeth, his voice strained by the immense pain he was experiencing. "This sword... is my life!"
Mihawk's eyes narrowed, carefully studying the defiance etched on Ryuza's face. He could see the unwavering determination in the young samurai's eyes, and it was evident that he would cling to his weapon until his dying breath. It was a level of commitment and tenacity that Mihawk couldn't help but respect.
"Hmph," Mihawk grunted, a rare hint of admiration in his tone. "It seems you have the spirit of a true warrior. Very well, keep your sword. However, never forget the lesson you've learned today."
With those words, Mihawk stepped back, pulling his blade from Ryuza's open wound. Ryuza gasped and his hand quickly covered his shoulder. He hissed in pain but quickly rose to his feet. Though the duel was over, Ryuza wanted to continue the fight. But then he realized that the duel was simply not his to win. His shoulders dropped, and his head lowered. He accepted this defeat. And could only be grateful that Mihawk had spared his life.
"Tell me your name, boy." said Mihawk as he allowed the young samurai to stand.
Ryuza breathed raggedly, and answered. "…Ryuza…"
"Your style and conviction doesn't seem to match Roronoa's…" said Mihawk, his cape billowing behind him. "What is it that you aim for?"
Ryuza wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at Mihawk with narrowed eyes. "It's simple," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I want to become the Sword God, like the legendary Ryuma. I want to surpass him. I want people to remember me as they remember him!"
His words hung in the air, charged with the weight of his dreams and the pain of his defeat. But despite everything he had just been through, Ryuza's resolve remained unshaken.
Mihawk studied Ryuza's face, seeing the determination that burned brightly in his eyes. It was rare to encounter someone with such an unwavering spirit, and it intrigued him.
"Your ambition is indeed commendable," Mihawk remarked, his tone firm yet contemplative. "However, a great swordsman is not defined solely by strength. Wisdom, technique, and heart are all crucial elements. If you truly aspire to surpass the legendary Ryuma and assume the title of Sword God, you must devote your life to mastering every facet of the sword and even more. Many obstacles will stand in your way, and you must surpass them all."
It took a moment for Ryuza to contemplate Mihawk's words. At first, he didn't understand what he meant by devoting his life to more than just mastery of the sword. But then, he recalled the stories that his master used to tell him about the legendary Ryuma. He had gained his title by more than just his skill with the sword.
Ryuza nodded, taking Mihawk's words to heart. He knew that the path ahead would be filled with hardship and pain, but he also understood that he had no other choice. The desire to become the greatest swordsman in history burned within him, and he would stop at nothing to see it through.
"I understand…" Ryuza replied, bowing his head to Mihawk. ""I will never forget the lessons you've taught me today. And one day, I will face you again, stronger than ever before."
Mihawk's eyes narrowed, acknowledging Ryuza's determination. A faint, enigmatic smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Very well, I'll look forward to that day. Continue to hone your skills, and never waver in your pursuit of becoming the Sword God. When we meet again, I expect a worthy challenge."
"Before you leave…I must ask…" began Ryuza, smiling sheepishly despite the pain he was in.
Mihawk looked at him with a steely gaze, his arms crossed. Ryuza smile grew even wider. He knew the question he was about to ask was most certainly not appropriate after the duel had just lost. But he could not help himself. He took a deep breath and asked what was on his mind.
"If you were to duel… who would be victorious? You or…the great Ryuma?" Ryuza questioned, the sheepish and child like smile still on his face.
As Ryuza asked the question, Mihawk raised an eyebrow in amusement, seemingly taken aback by the unexpected inquiry. He maintained a stoic expression, not giving away any indication of his thoughts on the matter. The moment hung in the air, with Ryuza eagerly awaiting a response, but Mihawk simply continued to regard him with an enigmatic smile, leaving the young swordsman to wonder what the answer might be.
"Hawk eyes!" A voice called out.
Mihawk turned his head to see Don Krieg finally making himself known and walking onto the platform that had been cut into shreds during the two duels that had taken place. He grinned smugly at the swordsman, his armor gleaming in the light.
"Now that you're finally done playing with the brats. I have to ask, did you come all the way out here for my head?" Don Krieg smiled. "The head of the infamous ruler of the east blue, 'Don Krieg'?"
Mihawk narrowed his eyes dangerously. "For a while, yes. But I've already enjoyed myself here. I shall be returning to my nap."
"Don't leave so soon." Don Krieg grinned, taking careful steps to the right. "You may have had your fun fighting, but I sure haven't!"
Mihawk shook his head. "Hmph, you never learn. Do you?"
Don Krieg smiled venomously and stood there, as if he was biding his time for an attack. But this was just a feint he had set up so that his ally could take a vital shot at the swordsman. Spike, Don Krieg's lieutenant, had been aiming his gauntlet carefully at Mihawk from a distance. With a silent sound, a sharp metal spike was shot from the open gun barrel on his armor and sent flying toward Mihawk.
Mihawk narrowed his eyes and with a quick spin, swung his sword and cut the spike with lightning fast reflexes. Ryuza's mouth dropped at the sight. He did not see the spike coming. If it were aimed at him, he would have been heavily injured due to not sensing the projectile. And yet, Hawk Eyes Mihawk was capable of doing so, and using his blade to cut it in two.
Don Krieg's confident look quickly switched to furious anger once again at the sight of his plan failing. "Damn it! Kill him!" He shouted.
The gun barrels over Don Krieg's armor opened and he released a wave of bullets in Mihawk's direction. Mihawk's deadly gaze shifted onto Don Krieg and he swung his blade once again. Only this time, it was with even more force and strength than Ryuza had ever seen.
A large wave of sea water rose into the air as the remains of the shipwreck was cut in two. Ryuza covered his eyes as he could see nothing but a curtain of mist and salt water. He felt the wooden surface beneath him begin to give way. Moving with haste, he quickly sheathed his sword back into its scabbard and ran for high ground.
He ignored the pain coming from the wounds he received during the duel, grunting in mild agony as he leaped onto the railing. He could hear the sounds of Don Krieg's men screaming as the remains of the shipwreck begin to be submerged.
Ryuza gasped as he saw nowhere to go as the shipwreck had begun to tip over. "Damn it…just my luck…"
Ryuza struggled to maintain his grip on the slippery railing as even more water rose into the air around him. Before Ryuza could fall however, he suddenly felt a hand grasp onto the back of his collar. He blinked in confusion, wondering how someone could possibly be hanging onto him at the current height he was at. When he turned his head, he resisted the urge to scream when he saw the hand part of an outstretched arm that reached all the way back to the restaurant ship.
"W-wait a minute-" Ryuza muttered, slipping into a panic.
The arm tugged on him with force and Ryuza was sent flying into the air, the arm pulling him back to the Baratie and away from the sinking shipwreck. He screamed as the wind pushed against his face and he landed on the deck of the restaurant with a tumbling roll. He gasped, taking in the air and blinking profusely as it took a moment for him to register what had just happened.
"Got you just in the nick of time, samurai guy!" grinned Luffy, retracting his rubber like arm after saving the young samurai. "That was a close call! I'm glad that guy didn't kill you!"
"What….just happened…" Ryuza blinked, spitting out some of the salt water he tasted in his mouth.
He looked up to see Luffy's child-like grin bearing down on him and Sanji with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette smoking from the ends of his mouth.
"You're lucky to be alive. That hawk eyes Mihawk could have killed you." said Sanji, his expression serious. "But it looks like he's gone now. He just cut the rest of Don Krieg's ship and disappeared. And now, we're left to deal with the mess."
Ryuza sat up straight and rubbed his head with a quiet groan. "Ugh, what mess?"
Ryuza paused as his question was answered straight away. Just ahead, standing on the remnants of the shipwreck that had just been cut down, was Don Krieg and the remainder of his men. Their furious and deadly eyes locked onto the restaurant and the cooks. Each of them knew they could not take their anger out on Mihawk, so they would settle for the cooks of the Baratie.
"Oh….right…" muttered Ryuza, witnessing the sight.
"They're like damn pests." said Sanji, his eyes narrowing at the sight. "They'll be coming here now."
"Hey old man!" Luffy called out to Owner Zeff who stood with the other cooks and workers that were ready to defend the restaurant. "If I chase them away for you, will you let me off the hook for the accident?"
Owner Zeff glared and crossed his arms, more caring about the pirates heading his way than the debt. "Fine. Do as you wish!"
Luffy grinned and then wrapped his arm around Ryuza's shoulder. "Hey! In fact, how about both of our debts being paid if we take these guys down for you?"
"H-huh?!" Ryuza voiced, bewildered by Luffy's idea.
Owner Zeff grew impatient. "Fine! I don't care! If you're gonna stick around then shut up and get ready for a fight!"
Author's Note: I hope you thoroughly enjoyed the long read. Please share your comments and thoughts as I am actively trying to improve my writing technique. Also, by the time this story is updated again, it should be the end of the Baratie arc! I hope you enjoy and see you real soon!