I agreed to win with Roger, but the guy I met was too young Chapter 101

Hawkeye stood at the bow, his black trench coat flapping in the wind. His posture was as straight as a sword, his right hand placed on his chest, performing a standard swordsman’s salute towards the Nirvana—a gesture of respect for the strong, and a declaration from a challenger.

Rhett: You’re being so polite, it makes me a little embarrassed about what I’m about to do.

Rhett’s tiny conscience suddenly flared up for a moment, then vanished instantly.

In the original story, the battle between Hawkeye and Zoro, that line “Roronoa Zoro,” truly set Rhett on fire. When that part came out, short videos of it were everywhere in Rhett’s original world.

Hehe.

“Lord Rhett.” His voice was deep and clear. “Dracule Mihawk, I request your tutelage.”

Rhett, on the deck, raised an eyebrow. This young man, who would one day become the world’s greatest swordsman, now had eyes burning not just with battlelust, but with something purer—the swordsman’s yearning for the peak.

“Interesting.” Rhett rose from his lounge chair. “I heard your black blade can cut steel?”

Hawkeye’s hand rested on the hilt of ‘Yoru’, his golden eyes as sharp as a hawk’s: “If you permit, I’d rather try—”

“If it can cut through this blood mist.”

The two found a desolate small island. “You won’t harm a single hair on my Nirvana,” Mihawk said, drawing ‘Yoru’ from his back.

Hawkeye’s pupils contracted slightly, but the next second,

“Swish—!”

A black slash tore through the earth, aiming straight for Rhett’s throat!

Rhett, however, remained motionless, lightly flicking his knife—

“Clang!”

Amidst the sparks of colliding metal, that slash, powerful enough to cleave a warship… was parried by a dinner knife.

Silence fell over the scene.

Hawkeye’s brow furrowed for the first time: “…What?”

Rhett’s voice was low: “My apologies, I couldn’t find a smaller utensil than this one.” (Rhett said it first, so Rhett is the original, no seat!)

(“Woah, I said it, that felt good, in front of the original author, hehehe.” Famous scene checked off + 1)

Hawkeye’s slashes came like a storm,

But Rhett was as calm as if strolling in a garden, his dinner knife ‘clinking and clanking’ as it parried every strike, the sparks from colliding blades particularly dazzling in the twilight.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Rhett fighting Hawkeye now is as easy and pleasant as Hawkeye fighting Zoro.

“Your sword doesn’t seem fast enough, young man?” Rhett suddenly pulled out an apple from his pocket, took a big bite, and said, “You need to focus when you’re slashing.”

He casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

‘Yoru’ erupted with an even more formidable aura,

Rhett expressed great dissatisfaction. “Seriously, bro, you’re not even shouting out your move names?”

Your moves are all vicious but nameless, which makes Rhett really uncomfortable. This is a shonen manga, please.

Shout it out! If you don’t, and I do, I’ll look foolish.

Rhett jumped hard: “I told you—you can’t hit me~!”

When Hawkeye charged forward again, Rhett suddenly dropped his smile. Blood mist coiled around the dinner knife. He sidestepped a slash, then counter-attacked, placing the dinner knife against Hawkeye’s chest—

“Do you see the gap?”

The sea breeze suddenly stilled.

The tip of the dinner knife lightly pressed against the black trench coat, and Hawkeye’s pupils trembled violently.

His proud swordsmanship seemed childishly嫩 before this man.

It’s a good thing Rhett can’t read minds, otherwise if he heard that, he’d probably let off a few celebratory shots.

Enel: ?????

“I admit…” Hawkeye’s voice was hoarse but firm. “I am not strong enough yet.”

He slowly straightened up, ‘Yoru’ returned to its sheath. “Please allow me to witness your true power, even if I die, I will have no regrets—”

Rhett smiled.

He slowly drew the Black Tide Greatsword: “Come.”

The fun’s over. He came all this way to find me; it can’t end so dramatically.

That’s right, he, Lao Rhett, is a man of principle.

Hawkeye’s black blade was drawn again.

This time there were no flashy opening moves, no superfluous probes. The two most formidable black blades in the world collided in an instant—

“Clang—!!!”

The shockwave shattered the sea surface for a hundred meters around, and waves surged skyward!

“This strike,” Rhett’s voice was clearly audible amidst the surging sword qi, “is at the level of a Warlord.”

Hawkeye’s tiger’s mouth was already seeping blood, but his eyes grew sharper: “It’s still far from enough.”

When the second slash came, his figure suddenly blurred—the black blade Yoru swept upwards at a strange angle, aiming straight for Rhett’s throat.

“Beautiful!” Rhett laughed loudly, the Black Tide Greatsword flipped, its hilt precisely knocking away the incoming blade, “But a swordsman’s sharpness…”

Blood mist suddenly erupted!

“Should be used like this! Mist God Style · Annihilation!”

You wouldn’t shout it, so I did. I couldn’t hold back.

The crimson mist transformed into thousands of sword-lights, each carrying the power to cut steel. Hawkeye retreated rapidly, his black blade dancing into an impenetrable barrier, yet a few blood-swords still grazed his clothes.

Someone might ask here, “Hey, Lao Rhett, Lao Rhett, how can you use Devil Fruit abilities?”

You’ve misunderstood Rhett. His swordsmanship has always been complementary to the Mist-Mist Fruit.

Every blood blade he exhales is a slash; without profound swordsmanship, he couldn’t wield them. His swordsmanship was taught by Gol D. Roger and Silvers Rayleigh.

When the mist blades dissipated, Rhett’s sword tip stopped three inches from Hawkeye’s throat.

“Do you surrender?”

The young swordsman’s chest heaved violently, sweat mixed with blood dripping from his chin.

But his golden eyes remained as bright as ever:

“Today, I have lost.” He sheathed his sword, saluted again, “But one day—”

The sea breeze whipped his tattered cape, and that black blade shimmered in the setting sun.

“My sword will reach you, and then replace you.”

Rhett watched his retreating figure as he jumped back onto his small boat, then suddenly called out: “Hey! Bring a good bottle of wine next time!”

Hawkeye didn’t turn back, merely raising a hand to wave.

Damn it, what just happened? Rhett felt like he had been subtly out-staged by him.

(Rhett: Frantically slapping his thighs)

Darn it, I should have left first.

The small boat, carrying the future legend, slowly disappeared into the twilight.

Tesoro had unknowingly come to stand by the ship’s rail: “You seem to admire him?”

“Eh? Do I? Who knows?” Rhett shook his head and walked onto the ship.

You just don’t understand. Rhett is laying the groundwork now so he can look even cooler in the future.

When our Zoro challenges Hawkeye in the future and shouts that line,

“I will definitely defeat you and become the world’s strongest!”

Hawkeye will look at Zoro, sighing sadly: “Compared to Rhett, I am like a firefly to the bright moon. Even if I try my best, I cannot defeat him.”

Hahahahahahaha, Rhett really dreamed big.

As for the little bird over there, let them develop for a while.

If I go now,

I’ll get nothing but a beating, and it won’t even be worth the electricity bill, right, Enel? It’s better to let the flamingo develop for a while.

If suitable, take them under my wing. If not, I still have the industry as a fallback. Rhett, Rhett, you truly are a business genius!