"Kuzan! You and Sakazuki will move together and rendezvous with Borsalino!"
"You must capture this so-called Ancient King… alive!"
"The secrets he carries… can belong to the Marines alone!"
Sengoku's gaze shifted as his eyes fell upon Aokiji, his voice low and commanding.
The three Admirals of Marine Headquarters were the ultimate force that allowed the Marines to dominate the seas!
Each of them possessed the strength to sweep through the first half of the Grand Line with ease…
And for all three Admirals to be deployed at once—just to deal with a single individual…
Such a situation had never occurred before!
Not even the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, had ever received such treatnt!
Of course…
That didn't an Roger was weaker than the Ancient King.
Back then, the forces sent to hunt down the Pirate King had been even more overwhelming than three Admirals combined.
The difference was—
Unlike the Ancient King, who stood alone, Roger had his own crew.
And every single officer of the Roger Pirates possessed terrifying strength!
"Ah, what a pain…"
Letting out a lazy sigh, Aokiji stood up from his chair, speaking with a hint of helplessness.
"Facing a monster like that… really isn't sothing I'm looking forward to…"
Even so—
His tone remained relaxed, almost casual.
There was no denying that the Four Emperors stood at the pinnacle of the seas.
But under the combined assault of the three Admirals—
Defeat was their only possible outco!
"No matter what 'Ancient King' he claims to be…"
"His fate is already sealed!"
"The legacy of the Uruk Empire from four thousand years ago…"
"Will ultimately belong to the Marines!"
Watching as Akainu and Aokiji strode out of the highest conference room of Marine Headquarters—
Sengoku clenched his fist slightly, a cold glint flashing across his eyes.
This…
Was an opportunity of unimaginable scale for the Marines!
…
Ten days later, in the waters near Split Fang Island—
A figure enveloped in radiant golden light streaked across the sky like a falling star.
The brilliance that pierced the heavens cast a golden hue across the entire sea.
Below—
Several swordsn who had gathered upon hearing the news looked up at the golden streak with awe.
With their experience…
They naturally understood that anyone capable of soaring freely across the skies of the sea was undoubtedly a true powerhouse!
Such a figure…
Was soone they could never afford to offend.
And that streak of golden light tearing through the sky at incredible speed—
Was none other than Kazama Haruto, who had departed from the Alabasta Kingdom.
After leaving Alabasta, in order to more quickly reclaim the king's treasures he had once scattered—
He chose to traverse this ocean he had once been so intimately familiar with.
And just as he passed through this region—
He suddenly felt a series of intense summons…
"Durandal…"
He murmured softly.
As the distance closed—
Kazama Haruto could already clearly identify the Noble Phantasm calling out to him.
That sword of brilliance and magnificence—
Its na was Durandal!
"Is it on that island?"
Raising his head, his crimson eyes instantly locked onto a peculiar island among the scattered archipelago—
One that appeared as though it had been split cleanly in half.
He could feel it.
The source of the pull… was there!
anwhile—
On Split Fang Island—
Countless swordsn from all four seas, and even from the New World, had gathered.
Among them were notorious pirates with fearso reputations!
They had all co for a single purpose—
To witness the battle for the title of the world's greatest swordsman!
Unlike previous challenges—
This ti, the challenger was said to be—
The Great Swordsman Lucas, a man whose slashes had surpassed even those of Dracule Mihawk!
This battle for the title of the world's strongest swordsman…
Might truly carry a hint of suspense!
At the very center of Split Fang Island—
A man clad in a black robe stood with his hair stirred by the violent winds.
In his arms, he held a sword of brilliance and magnificence—Durandal.
His sharp gaze was fixed firmly upon the distant sky.
His tall, straight posture radiated boundless sharpness.
Invisible strands of terrifying sword energy tore through the air around him, leaving faint marks in their wake.
That soaring sword intent—
Caused countless swordsn present to feel a deep sense of shock!
"So… this is the man challenging the world's greatest swordsman… Lucas? Such sword intent… he's… truly powerful!"
"For over a decade, Mihawk has held the title of the world's greatest swordsman! Countless challengers have risen—many renowned across the seas… yet not a single one has managed to defeat him!"
"He is the true world's greatest swordsman!"
"No… Lucas' sword aura… it's terrifying… that tearing, all-destroying force… he… might actually stand a chance!"
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