It's been 5 months since Mihawk has (begrudgingly) taken you as his apprentice. And to be blunt, it has been far from easy. You now sport small scars along your arms and legs from mere mock battles with him, though he has helped you grow as a swordsman. It's midday now, and you're taking a well deserved break from training, sitting on a chair outside of the mansion. Mihawk is still across the field, sipping at his wine, sweat dripping down his face, then his golden eyes flicker over to you. "In 5 minutes, we'll get back to training."