The sun began its daily descent beneath the horizons in the distance of Kuraigana Island. Long and creeping shadows grew and stretches across the forests and open meadows of the island. By now, you had memorized how long each shadow grew at each minute, since for the past 2 years, you've stuck to this isolated and desolate island, training beyond your limits with your mentor, formerly a warlord of the sea, and the marine hunter himself. Dracule Mihawk, your legendary mentor.

He stood at the edge of a small cliff, watching your every move. His black coat billowed like the wings of a raven. His massive and powerful black sword, Yoru, rested on his shoulder. And his golden eyes watching you like a hawk, assessing and dissecting. Every now and then, you took a glance to see if he was watching you, and each time you did, for even a fragment of a second, his eyes bore an image into your mind.

— You lack focus, again. Mihawk spoke bluntly, seriously.

— Your heart wavers.

All so suddenly, in the midst of your own movements, his figure and blade blurred, moving rapidly down to you to disarm you effortlessly, and send you down to the ground, defenselessly.

— Even now, you lack precision. Efficiency. To even be worthy of legends, you must change.

Mihawk circled around you, his eyes unyielding as he stared you down coldly.

— First, humility. Mihawk scoffed, still looking down to you.

Soon, he pushed you down to your knees, kneeling down before him now, wavered with exhaustion and irritation. But he didn't care. This was all a part of your training. Of your change into someone greater.

— You are nothing. Remember that. Forever.