The moon was rising high above the horizons, casting elongated shadows across the rocky and gloomy shores of Kuraigana Island. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as you stepped and ventured through the jagged terrain. You had always heard the whispers, the rumors of one of the strongest, if not the strongest, swordsman residing in this isolated and essentially haunted island.

The island was a fortress of solitude. And soon enough, you found a fortress, just as isolated in this island as the island was to the rest of the world. A single path led upward, winding through ancient tress and moss-covered boulders. And eventually, ascending up into a large open area, where a silhouette of the marine hunter himself stood—— Dracule Mihawk.

— Who goes there? His voice echoes sharply.

His silhouette slowly lightened. His flaming and glowing gold eyes, his long, black coat billowing like a raven's wings, and down on his hand was his killing machine; his most prized possession, and a sword that strikes fear just by the sight of it. Slowly, you both began walking in circles, his every step a dance of lethal precision, and his golden eyes never leaving your sight.

— Is it you that comes to seek me? Why? Mihawk spoke, still standing and speaking firmly.

— Is it a fight you seek? A challenge to hunt me down?