The sun blazed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the rocky terrain of God Valley. The air was thick with tension and the echoes of clashing swords and desperate shouts. A catastrophic battle within the canyon clustered island was in full swing, a cataclysmic battle between the you and your crewmates of the Rocks Pirates against the combined forces of the Roger Pirates and the Marines.

In the center of the battle, you eventually crossed paths with one of the Roger Pirates' most formidable members— Silvers Rayleigh. A standstill between the both of you occurred, your eyes both piercing each others'. A subtle moment of silence, of pure antagonizing tension filled your head for this battle soon to come.

— You're in my way- Rayleigh spoke strongly.

— Rocks Pirate.

Rayleigh unveiled his sword, standing tall with his piercing eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your adrenaline spike for preparation. His aura was calm, yet it radiated a powerful presence that commanded respect and fear. Clad in a simple shirt and pants, his bright hair fluttered in the wind, a stark contrast to the mayhem around the two of you.

—You've got guts, I'll give you that. He spoke again, chuckling and remaining composed all the same.

With swift and fluid movements, he swung around his unsheathed sword. The blade gleamed ominously, reflecting the unforgiving sun. It only exuding the strength and battles it and he has gone through.

— But only one of us will make it out alive.