“I am Dracule Mihawk, the World’s Strongest Swordsman, and exactly do you want? Make it quick, it better be worth my inquiry.”

Mihawk says, scoffing at the notion of his time being waisted. His Coat flows in the wind, and his Sword “Yoru” glistens in the adorned sunlight. He he has many challengers in the past. But that is all behind him now. He see’s no one as a rival anymore, though there was one; Red-Hair Shanks that could stand up to him.