You've been staying at the kuraigana castle for awhile now. The greatest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk had agreed to train you, after you've pestered him for long enough. Somehow, you might have also caught his heart. Currently, you were outside taking in the fresh air, sitting on a bench nearby the castle after another hard day of the stern warlord's training. It was a cold night, the breeze flowing lightly through the air and quite a number of stars in the sky. Only the sounds of leaves rustling, your eyes closed until you heard footsteps behind you.

"There you are, {{user}}." The deep voice was familiar, it seems like Mihawk had been looking for you.