*Chapter 133: If Jhin Could Withstand Hashirama Cells*

The Lunarian race is little known across the seas.

But those who do know them are often powerful figures.

Even someone like Zephyr has only a shallow understanding of this race.

Without other ideas, there's not much that can be done—after all, there’s only one left. Even if someone wanted to act, there would be no point.

This guy can't stir up any waves on the sea; he can only wait for his life to end.

The Lunarian race hasn’t yet reached a level that would pique their interest.

Moreover, even the World Government has grown too lazy to finish off this race entirely.

In any case, this lone survivor would likely die within fifty years on the sea.

Even if they wanted revenge, with no population base, there’s no way to continue their ambitions.

But Raijin is different. Raijin knows the future plot.

Watching Jhin struggle and flail in the arena, he shows a hint of interest in his eyes.

Others might not know, but Raijin definitely does.

In the future, the Seraphim Project will use Green Blood, derived from the Lunarian race.

By that time, Vegapunk had completely unraveled the mysteries of the Lunarians.

If Vegapunk could thoroughly research this race, why couldn’t Raijin do the same?

After all, the scientists from the world of Naruto are no less capable than those in the world of One Piece.

Someone like Orochimaru, who deciphered bloodlines, could very well achieve this.

And there’s Tobirama Senju, the evil white-haired genius!

He pioneered an entire forbidden jutsu branch and even studied Hashirama Senju's cells.

This guy was a bona fide genius, with research across various fields.

Then there’s Hiruzen Sarutobi—he’s no slouch either.

If these characters were to study together...

It wouldn’t take long to unlock the secrets of the Lunarians.

Isn’t it said that Hashirama cells are impossible for ordinary ninjas to adapt to?

They can only devour cells in the body until the person turns into a towering tree.

But what if you added Lunarian blood? This race can adapt to various environments...

They even possess innate strength beyond that of ordinary people, and their bodies are incredibly resilient.

I wonder if the Lunarians can adapt to Hashirama cells.

If they can truly adapt...

Then the Edo Tensei (Impure World Reincarnation) technique would have even better materials.

It could also serve as nourishment for the Uchiha clan.

It could make the children of the Uchiha clan even stronger.

They would be born with extraordinary power.

It would be enough to make the Uchiha clan several times stronger in a short time.

Perhaps every newborn Uchiha child could awaken the Sharingan at birth.

At that time, every child would be an Indra, each capable of surpassing the Sage of Six Paths.

Raijin's ambition is growing.

But there are still some things needed.

For example, the lineage factor in Vegapunk's hands.

That seems pretty important too.

Either wait for Kabuto to bring back news or personally seek out one of Vegapunk's former colleagues.

Forget it for now!

Let’s put that aside for the moment.

The flames behind Jhin are no longer as intense as before.

He’s gasping for breath, his body covered in numerous cuts.

You can clearly see on one arm that the bone has been severed.

That arm can’t exert any force now.

It can only slowly recover.

But there’s a bit of shock in Jhin’s eyes.

Only after truly fighting Mihawk did he realize what a true swordsmanship genius is.

This guy perfectly embodies what swordsmanship means.

Compared to the samurai of Wano, this guy is even stronger.

Moreover, he’s perfectly balanced in offense and defense. After Jhin's initial successful sneak attack, the rest of the fight was evenly matched, and Mihawk slowly broke through and utterly defeated him.

Against this guy, showing the same sword technique twice is useless.

This kind of person...

This kind of person is just now making a name for himself on the seas.

“Thud!”

Jhin’s massive body collapsed onto the arena; his stamina could no longer sustain the fight.

He was still bleeding, constantly draining his strength.

He understands!

He’s already become a stepping stone for this guy in front of him.

“Oh! In this battle... Lord Mihawk is the victor!”

“Lord Mihawk has defeated Flower Sword Vista of the Whitebeard Pirates, one of the Three Sweet Commanders of the Big Mom Pirates, Charlotte Smoothie, and finally, the All-Star King of the Beasts Pirates, Jhin the Conflagration.”

“It only proves that Lord Mihawk is too strong, simply too strong. Now I ask, is there anyone else?”

“If... no one steps up, then I shall declare Lord Mihawk the World's Greatest Swordsman!”

“Congratulations, Lord Mihawk, for becoming the World's Greatest Swordsman, reaching a peak that no one has ever climbed before.”

“Becoming the strongest among swordsmen, for the next ten, twenty years, whenever people think of swordsmen, they will mention Dracule Mihawk!”

“This is the World's Greatest Swordsman, the strongest who has won 36 consecutive matches in the arena. No one can surpass Lord Mihawk! In the future, he will only become a legend.”

“But to avoid controversy, before Lord Raijin's battle begins, Lord Mihawk will reside in Dressrosa.”

“If anyone still wishes to challenge the title of the World's Greatest Swordsman, they can submit a challenge here. Any swordsman can challenge Lord Mihawk during this period.”

“If you want to challenge the position of the World's Greatest Swordsman, then come quickly! If you win, you might get a reward of 1.5 billion berries.”

The host stood on the stage, shouting passionately, tears streaming down his face.

He felt like he was witnessing the coronation of a king, a king taking the throne.

And he was the one hosting it personally. He felt like his life was worth living.

Now he even had something to brag about to others in the future.

After all!

With Mihawk sitting on this throne, it’s unlikely to change for the next several decades.

Only another swordsman like Ryuma would have the qualifications to challenge Hawkeye Mihawk.

As for everyone else, they don’t even have the right to challenge.

“Roar!”

“Roar!”

“Lord Mihawk!”

“World’s Greatest Swordsman!”

The arena erupted in cheers.

They had witnessed what a battle between the strong looked like.

Mihawk had cut down 36 strong opponents, directly ascending to the title of the World’s Greatest.

They could now consider themselves true witnesses.

The level of these battles was exceptionally high.

Even though no Marines appeared,

Two important figures in the Marines did watch.

“The World’s... Greatest Swordsman, huh?”

Mihawk squinted his eyes, listening to the cheers around him as his sharp gaze swept the area. His eyes eventually settled in Raijin's direction, as if he could see him through the walls.

He saw the man raise a glass of red wine, lifting it slightly in his direction.

Mihawk thought this guy made a good point. Standing at the top is indeed a bit lonely.

But he's destined to enjoy the solitude!

“Medical team, hurry up!”

At that moment, Shizune rushed in with a group of people.

Mihawk's lips curled slightly as he glanced at himself. Although he had some wounds, they were nothing serious. The main damage was from the Uchiha Fire Formation.

"I'm fine, no need for treatment," Mihawk said, waving Shizune away. He wanted to savor the loneliness of being the world's greatest swordsman. Besides, these minor injuries didn’t even need treatment. A bit of rest, and he’d be back to full strength. After all, what do you think he’s been training so hard for all these years? It’s all about having a strong body that can quickly recover and continue challenging swordsmen.

“Hurry! Lift that winged man up, and don’t forget to collect the blood on the ground!”

“Be careful, this guy is very valuable to Dressrosa.”

“After all, he might be the last one of his kind left in the sea. It’d be almost impossible to find another like him.”

“Hurry up, don’t spill any blood! Catch it in a bottle! Move aside.”

Shizune didn’t even glance at Mihawk, rushing straight to King. She had rushed over from the hospital as soon as she heard Raijin’s orders and learned about the Lunarian’s situation. When Raijin mentioned the possibility of combining it with Hashirama cells, Shizune had gone crazy. This kind of excellent material couldn’t be ruined by Mihawk. So, the moment the battle ended, she rushed over to collect samples.

This ocean really is fascinating, with such unique races. If this power could truly be harnessed, it might be possible to revive the glory of the Senju Clan.

Mihawk was slightly shocked but not angry because he could see that Shizune genuinely didn’t care about his status.

“Congratulations, Mihawk, on becoming the world’s greatest swordsman.”

“Don’t mind Shizune; she’s just really excited right now! You should know, Shizune has a lot of authority in Dressrosa.”

“After all, she’s our best doctor. You don’t want to offend her.”

Kakashi was the first to rush onto the stage, offering his congratulations to Mihawk while explaining Shizune’s behavior. He couldn’t quite figure out Shizune’s attitude either, so he stepped in to clear things up, lest Mihawk feel disrespected as a Warlord of the Sea and the world’s greatest swordsman.

“I’m not that petty,” Mihawk replied flatly, glancing at Kakashi before heading toward the players’ tunnel. He planned to wait another fifteen minutes in the arena. Although his whole body ached, he couldn’t leave just yet. It would be disrespectful to the other swordsmen who strove for this position.

“A celebration is already prepared at the palace. Afterward, we’ll invite many prominent figures from across the seas.”

“For example, the Whitebeard Pirates, Big Mom Pirates, Beast Pirates, and the remaining Warlords of the Sea.”

Kakashi smiled as he spoke. Mihawk was the only real friend he’d made here. Of course, this didn’t include the love he stumbled upon—that was something he felt forced into. Mihawk was his genuine friend.

With Dressrosa’s help, Mihawk had claimed the title of the world’s greatest swordsman. After Raijin’s and the World Government’s promotion, and with the Navy’s support, he had pretty much secured his position. No doubt about it.

Even Kakashi was happy for him. After all, Mihawk was quite pitiful—proud, solitary, and similar to Kakashi in some ways. That’s why they got along so well.

“I’ll be there,” Mihawk replied calmly, nodding without rejecting Kakashi’s invitation. But why is Dressrosa so eager to help him?

“Damn it, what the hell is Garp doing? He didn’t even pass on this information!”

“Now that Mihawk’s battle is over, only now does the information come through.”

In his office, Sengoku slammed his desk in anger. Leaving Garp in Dressrosa seemed like a mistake. The news about the Lunarian didn’t reach them, nor did the battle for the title of world’s greatest swordsman. The information only trickled into Navy Headquarters after the fact. And the barrier Uchiha used? Forget about it. Is this guy a hero of the Navy or of Dressrosa?

“Enough, what’s done is done. We don’t have time to profit from it now.”

“We’ve been focused on Tsunade these past few days, with no time to deal with Dressrosa.”

“But I think we can help Mihawk gain fame. The strength of the Warlords of the Sea also represents the strength of the Navy.”

“After all, Mihawk is different from the ones we’ve recruited before.”

“He became a Warlord after a secret discussion with the World Government.”

Tsuru spoke up beside him, her eyes sharp. If it had been someone like Gecko Moria or Crocodile who gained the title of world’s greatest swordsman, they would have covered it up, keeping the news confined to Dressrosa. But Mihawk was different. Although it’s unclear what deal he struck with the World Government, he might become a powerful asset in the future. He’s worth a little investment.

“Alright, but we can’t delay things with Tsunade. The other powers on the sea are becoming increasingly formidable.”

“With Charlotte Linlin, Newgate, and Kaido entrenched in the New World, they’ve secured their positions.”

“We need to show our strength too; we can’t keep this up.”

Sengoku nodded, finally accepting the situation. But as he looked at the information in his hand, he wondered if Garp and Mihawk were getting too cozy with Dressrosa. Dressrosa helped Mihawk in his quest. Now Garp wants to take a long vacation and settle in Dressrosa. Sengoku felt something was off, like Dressrosa was secretly undermining the Navy.

(End of Chapter)