Chapter 34: Last Stop Before the Grand Line
The next day dawned bright and clear, with the sun shining high in the sky.
The ship steadily sailed toward the Grand Line, cutting through the calm waves. Mio stood at the bow of the deck, practicing with his newly acquired weapon. As one of the twenty-one Great Grade swords, Raikiri was indeed exceptional—razor-sharp, elegant, and undeniably powerful.
Puff—!
With a swift swing, the blade sliced the air, unleashing a sharp slash that shot across the sea, striking the surface in the distance and stirring up a wave.
Suddenly, a shadow burst from beneath the waves—it was Warwick.
Dripping wet, he landed heavily on the deck and shouted excitedly, "Master, the food is here!"
No sooner had he spoken than a massive sea beast erupted from the sea behind him, letting out a deep roar as it surged forward, its gaping maw open in a savage attack. Sea spray rained across the deck as the creature lunged.
"Heh. Come on, then," Mio said, lips curling into a grin. He stepped forward, leapt into the air, and with one smooth motion, drew Raikiri and slashed downward.
Puff—!
A gleam of cold light streaked through the air. The massive sea beast's body was split cleanly in two, its flesh and bone parted effortlessly. The precision of the cut left the cross-section smooth as glass, a testament to the sword's fearsome sharpness.
"Not bad at all," Mio chuckled, clearly satisfied.