- DO-DO-DO-N–--!!!!! *
Mihawk, the greatest swordsman alive, and Shanks, once his sparring buddy, faced off, swords drawn. Hawk Eyes, it seemed, had drawn his Black Blade out of respect for his foe.
"It's been a while, huh? Mihawk? Haha..."
"... I've no desire to fight a crippled swordsman, but I've my own reasons for this fight. Ready yourself, Shanks."
"... haha. Of course! That's what it's all about, ain't it?!!"
Both competitors readied their swords. The match was about to...
- Do-kannng!!! *
Begin the voting, people!