Bang!
Boom!
On a stretch of coastline, two figures, one tall and one short, were locked in combat.
But the battle was completely one-sided.
The tall Moria had practically beco Shirley's punching bag.
His nearly seven-ter-tall body was nothing more than a giant target.
"Damn it!"
"I'm Gecko Moria!"
"Shadow Doppelman!"
Enraged after being thoroughly beaten up by Shirley, Moria activated his shadow clone to fight alongside him.
But Shirley showed no fear at all.
Two shields instantly appeared in her hands.
"Echo Shield!"
The two shields slamd together violently.
Visible soundwaves instantly engulfed both Moria and his shadow clone.
"AH! Damn it!"
"An audio attack just like Hamr's?!"
Moria clutched his ears in pain while the shadow clone dispersed imdiately.
"That's enough. Stop."
"Moria, honestly, I don't even know what to say about you."
"You clearly have an excellent physique and solid strength, yet you're this weak?"
"You lose this badly against an opponent with just a little more agility?"
Hamr's cold voice rang out, making Moria's body tremble.
"Train harder."
"Until the official appointnt arrives, Shirley will be your opponent."
"I don't want the Warlord I worked so hard to recruit getting defeated soday by so naless pirate."
"If that happens, the one losing face won't just be you, it'll be too."
"And if sothing like that really happens…"
"I'll personally kill you. Understand, Moria?"
"Beco stronger."
"That way you can protect better."
"This is a direct order from , Hamr."
Moria's trembling body instantly cald down.
A serious expression appeared on his face as he nodded heavily.
"I understand, Vice Admiral Hamr."
"Co on!"
"Fight again!"
"Fight, my shadows!"
The second round began instantly.
Watching Moria's condition, Hamr nodded in satisfaction.
Then he stopped paying attention to Moria entirely and returned to his forging work.
The Warhamr had already been anchored off the coast of Las Gap Town for half a day.
The town itself was fairly peaceful, so Hamr hadn't allowed the soldiers into town.
Only a small group led by Lance had gone in for supplies.
Everyone else remained on standby.
Mihawk was also aboard the Warhamr.
Watching the battle between the two, he felt his hands itching for a fight.
But Hamr was busy forging, and no one else could spar with him.
As a result, he looked incredibly bored.
"Hamr, when will my sword be finished?"
"I'm already dying to find soone to duel with."
"Hurry up? Good blades require proper forging, don't you know that?"
Mihawk once again appeared outside the forge room.
Naturally, Hamr rcilessly chased him away again.
So annoying.
Why keep rushing him?
Didn't he know blacksmithing hated interruptions the most?
And just like that, another day passed.
By noon on the second day, the battle on the shore was still ongoing and had even grown fiercer.
At that mont, a Marine warship finally appeared on the horizon and slowly approached the Warhamr.
It was a Rear Admiral-class warship.
And the person leading it was also a forr mber of the Elite Training Camp, an old acquaintance.
At the sa ti, an excited shout ca from inside the forge room.
"Hahahaha! Finished!"
"Mihawk, you're definitely going to love this sword!"
The mont they heard that voice, everyone stopped what they were doing.
Even Shirley and Moria halted their battle.
anwhile, a trace of joy appeared on Mihawk's face.
When Hamr stord onto the deck energetically, everyone gathered around him, eager to see what kind of divine weapon he had forged.
Hamr carried a tal box in his arms, about two ters long and half a ter wide.
Mihawk looked it over and felt very satisfied.
Judging from the box's length, the blade inside should be around 1.7 ters long, perfectly suited for him.
"Oh?"
"Vice Admiral Hamr, forged another incredible weapon?"
"Let take a look too."
A large, muscular figure suddenly appeared aboard the Warhamr.
Seeing him, Lance and the others greeted him with smiles.
"Dalmatian, so it's you."
"How've things been lately?"
That's right.
The newcor was Dalmatian, the user of the Zoan Dog-Dog Fruit, Dalmatian Form.
"Recently? Sa as always."
"Sailing around wiping out pirates."
"Admiral Sengoku ordered to deliver the official Warlord appointnt letters."
As he spoke, Dalmatian pulled out two docunts stamped with the World Governnt's seal.
But everyone's attention was currently focused entirely on Hamr.
Dalmatian was smart enough not to hand the docunts over imdiately and simply held them in his hands.
Mihawk could no longer hold back.
Walking up beside Hamr, he stared expectantly at him.
"Hamr…"
"This is the sword you forged for ?"
"It's a katana, right?"
Katanas were one of the most common blade types and extrely practical.
Most swordsn preferred them as their primary weapon.
After all, they specialized in aggressive offensive combat.
Mihawk was no exception.
Before inheriting Yoru, the sword he used had also been a katana.
Under Mihawk's eager gaze, Hamr shook his head and revealed his signature wide grin.
"A katana?"
"How could sothing like that compare to a weapon forged by ?"
"I'm telling you, this blade is infinitely better than a katana!"
"And it absolutely suits the current you!!"
As he spoke, Hamr slowly opened the tal box.
Everyone's eyes imdiately focused on its contents.
But the next second, every single person froze.
Whether it was the soldiers aboard the Warhamr, commanders like Lance, or even Moria and Mihawk, none of them could believe what they were seeing.
Inside the two-ter-long box, was an absurdly tiny little knife.
A silver-white knife.
The guard and handle were made from the sa silver tal.
The blade itself was only about thirty centiters long, but its edge glead with a chilling sharpness.
In front of it lay a sheath made from the sa silver tal.
Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, Hamr picked up the knife and sheath, then set the box down.
The next second, he slid the knife into the sheath.
Everyone's expressions instantly beca even stranger.
Because the mont the blade entered the sheath, it no longer looked like a knife at all.
Instead, it looked exactly like a silver cross.
And the most shocked of all was Mihawk.
The normally cold and composed man now had his eyes opened wide enough to fall out.
His jaw nearly hit the floor.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He simply could not understand.
Why after forging for so long,
Hamr had made him a cross.
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