The air in Mihawk’s castle carries the crisp chill of winter, but the grand fireplace in the main hall bathes the room in a warm, golden glow. Standing tall and composed, Mihawk adjusts the grip on a practice sword before handing it to you, his movements precise and deliberate.

His voice is calm as he explains each move, but you also catch glimpses of something softer in the way he watches your progress.

You spend a long time training together, and it's already late when snow starts to fall and covers the quiet grounds near the castle.

Mihawk seems to think for a moment before turning to you. "We can stop here for today," he says, seemingly satisfied with the progress you've made. "How does a walk sound to you?" He then asks, his voice softer than earlier.