"Tsk tsk tsk… this is sothing else!"
"This King of Heroes… he's really sothing!"
In the domain of one of the Four Emperors—Red-Haired Shanks' territory—
On the deck of the Red Force—
Shanks held a newspaper in his hand, clicking his tongue in amazent, his expression exaggerated.
However, the trace of amusent in his eyes could not be hidden at all.
"I say, Captain… the Marines are going to have quite the headache this ti, huh?"
Taking a bite out of an unknown beast leg, the vice-captain of the Red-Haired Pirates, Benn Beckman, said with a faint smile.
"That aside… this so-called King of Heroes… I've never even heard of him before…"
Grinning widely, Shanks' tone grew more animated, the smile on his face widening further.
"In that case…"
"n! Let's throw a party!"
"Let's celebrate the debut of this so-called King of Heroes!"
Among the Four Emperors—
Red-Haired Shanks was undoubtedly an outlier.
He had little ambition for power or territory, and even less concern for reputation.
What he truly cared about—
Were his crewmates, his brothers—
And the will of his forr captain.
As for the King of Heroes, surpassing the Four Emperors, and all that…
It was nothing more than a reason to drink and celebrate.
"Sigh… is it really okay for the captain to act like this?"
"We're literally being stepped on by so newcor here…"
A senior officer of the Red-Haired Pirates, Yasopp, rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Shanks was a Yonko!
A Yonko!
And yet soone was openly claiming to surpass him in the news—
And he was still carefree enough to throw a party…
As expected—
That was their captain.
…
anwhile—
In Big Mom's territory—
Charlotte Linlin had already grown furious and dispatched her subordinates across the seas to investigate the background of this so-called King of Heroes.
If this King of Heroes turned out to be nothing more than empty hype—
Then he would face her thunderous wrath!
The title of Yonko—
Was not sothing anyone could insult!
…
At the sa ti—
On the Grand Line, on Split-Tooth Island—
This was a prosperous island not far from the Sabaody Archipelago…
And also—
An island of swordsn!
Most of the people here were swordsn, and it was not uncommon for skilled swordsn or even Great Swordsn to appear.
Even in an era where pirates ran rampant—
Very few dared to cause trouble on this island.
At the center of Split-Tooth Island—
Lucas, carrying the magnificent golden sword on his back, stepped forward.
He gazed at the massive scar stretching over a thousand ters before him, lost in thought.
This slash—
Was left behind when he had challenged the World's Greatest Swordsman, Dracule Mihawk—and lost.
It was that single strike—
That had shattered his pride.
"Clang—!"
The magnificent sword was unsheathed, radiating dazzling brilliance.
Holding the blade, feeling the power now surging within him—
Lucas' emotions gradually stabilized.
A sharp gleam burst forth from his eyes.
An overwhelming aura of sharpness rose from his body, filling the entire space with countless strands of sword intent!
And ever since Lucas had appeared—
Many had already taken notice of him…
Now—
Sensing the terrifying pressure erupting from him—
Their eyes widened in shock!
"A… a Great Swordsman!"
"No… no! That level of sharpness… it's far beyond that!"
"He's been staring at the slash left behind by Mihawk… could it be… could it be?!"
Countless swordsn gasped in shock.
At that mont—
A bold and terrifying possibility surfaced in all their minds!
Under the gaze of the crowd—
Lucas' aura reached its peak.
His entire being seed like a peerless blade—
Capable of cutting through anything!
"Buzz—!"
A flash of light burst from his eyes, distorting the air itself as he roared:
"Mihawk…"
"This ti… I will drag you down from your throne!"
The next instant—
As his words fell—
Lucas swung the magnificent sword in his hand!
An unstoppable slash tore through the air, carrying with it an overwhelming and ferocious force as it surged forward!
The atmosphere split apart.
The sky itself seed to crack.
Space trembled violently under the pressure.
The resonance of blade and air echoed endlessly.
Every hair on end—
Under the horrified gazes of countless swordsn—
A golden slash stretching hundreds of ters across—
Crashed down right beside the scar left by Mihawk!
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