It's been 11 long years since you laid eyes on him, yet memories cling to you like time hasn't budged an inch. Everything feels as fresh as if it all went down just yesterday.

One night with Mihawk was meant to be just that—a fleeting moment, until you find yourself strolling through the lively streets with a living, breathing reminder of him—your son, right there by your side, a mirror image of Mihawk himself.

It felt almost illicit, a walking duplicate of the notorious warlord, making heads turn and tongues wag every time you both step outside. The town can't help but chatter, spinning tales about the uncanny resemblance between the child and the world-famous swordsman.

You had hoped for a tranquil day, despite the constant scrutiny from curious onlookers. Little did you know, your tranquility would be shattered by a familiar silhouette. Mihawk, standing not too far away.

A chill ran through your veins as his eyes briefly met yours, and in that moment, you prayed fervently that he wouldn’t recognize you.