One Piece: Supreme Check-In System-Chapter 69: Kuina vs. Mihawk

The aftermath of yesterday's trial still lingered in the air a quiet hum of awe and disbelief from the civilians who had witnessed battles that shattered their understanding of human power.

Yet today, something even more fateful awaited.

A new storm was brewing, not of destruction, but of steel, will, and pride.

In the heart of the kingdom's colossal battle arena, built upon an ancient, floating platform forged from obsidian and blessed wood, two figures stood at its center. The open sky stretched above them, the distant clouds darkening as if nature itself sensed the impending clash.

On one side stood Dracule Mihawk, the World's Greatest Swordsman — his cold, hawk-like gaze as sharp as his obsidian-black blade, Yoru, which rested on his shoulder. His presence was calm, unfazed by fear, yet undeniably tense with anticipation. His level is top pseudo-Emperor level, able to rival Shanks' swordsmanship. If Shanks were to use his Conqueror's Haki, the outcome would be unknown

On the other stood Kuina, the rising Sword Saint of the Voidreign Pirates — mid-tier Emperor level, her aura fierce and burning, a reflection of boundless resolve. Her obsidian-blue blade shimmered in the sunlight, and every fiber of her being radiated focused killing intent.

At the perimeter of the arena, Jessie arrived, standing with arms crossed, his face calm but his observation haki locked onto the battle. The den den mushis captured every moment, It was broadcast across the entire Voidreign Kingdom.

Even Morgan, still devouring dishes from Jessie's kitchen, refused to leave the kingdom, his eyes wide as saucers. "This... this might surpass even the old legends," he muttered between bites.

The crowd held its breath.

The atmosphere tightened.

A deafening silence fell.

And then — it began.

Kuina moved first.

Like a gust of wind, she vanished from her position, her feet barely touching the ground. Mihawk's eyes narrowed, his observation haki flaring as his instincts tracked her movement. Kuina appeared at his left flank, blade drawn in a perfect horizontal arc.

CLANG!

Mihawk's Yoru met her strike with a single hand, the force of their collision splitting the earth beneath them. Cracks spiderwebbed across the arena floor, and a shockwave of sword aura burst outward, kicking up dust and debris.

Civilians watching from afar staggered back, some collapsing from the oppressive pressure, but Jessie calmly suppressed the excess conqueror's haki leaking from the combatants, protecting the innocent.

"Impressive," Mihawk admitted softly, his voice calm but his blood quickening.

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Without hesitation, both swordmasters unleashed their Armament Haki, their blades gleaming obsidian-black as their haki-clad weapons clashed again and again — each blow sending ripples through the air, distorting the horizon.

Kuina spun, unleashing her technique.

"Azure Crescent Barrage!"

Multiple crescent-shaped sword qi slashes spiraled toward Mihawk, each one carrying Emperor-level intent. The air hissed and split as the azure blades hurtled forward.

Mihawk's lips curled into a rare grin.

"Pathetic... but admirable."

Raising Yoru, he deflected each crescent with fluid, effortless movements, his sword aura slicing them apart before they could land. But even as the last was deflected, Kuina was already upon him, her eyes gleaming with a predator's ferocity.

Their blades crossed again, faster than the eye could follow.

A flurry of strikes, parries, and counterattacks erupted, each clash accompanied by resounding booms. Every step shattered the ground beneath them, every swing distorted the very air.

Mihawk's swordsmanship was a perfect, unshakable fortress — a master of precision and power.

Kuina, however, was something else entirely.

Her style wasn't the imitation of legends.

It was evolving beyond them.

Her sword aura burned bright, sharper and more refined with every strike, as if the battle itself was forcing her to ascend.

Mihawk felt it.

That aura.

It didn't belong to this world.

A chilling thought passed through his mind. This woman... she might surpass me one day.

Their swords locked once more in a deadlock, both their Armament Haki surging.

"As expected of one of the world's strongest," Kuina said, breathing hard, sweat glinting on her brow. "But now... it's time to be serious."

Without waiting for a reply, her aura surged.

The sky darkened.

Wind howled.

The earth trembled.

A wave of conqueror's haki burst from Kuina, infused with sword intent so sharp it visibly cut through the clouds above. Even Mihawk's eyes widened at the display.

Jessie grinned from the sidelines. "She's pushing her limits."

The den den mushis broadcast the spectacle as civilians and powerful figures around the island watched in open-mouthed shock.

Kuina raised her blade overhead, her voice ringing like a bell.

"Heaven Severing Azure Fang!"

Her sword aura erupted into a colossal fang-shaped wave of sword qi, laced with Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki, large enough to cleave a mountain in two. The sheer pressure caused the entire arena to quake violently.

Mihawk's expression grew grave.

He raised Yoru, both hands on the hilt, infusing his weapon with observation, armament, and his own conqueror's haki.

"World Divider."

A single, pure horizontal slash burst forth, black as night, splitting the heavens themselves. The two attacks collided midair with a sound like shattering glass and a blinding explosion of light and energy.

The entire sky above the Voidreign Kingdom split in two, a jagged tear of darkness extending miles into the clouds.

The arena was leveled.

The shockwave rattled the Azure Ocean Tree, sent ripples through the distant sea, and even forced Jessie to conjure a defensive barrier to protect the civilians.

When the light and dust faded, both figures stood opposite one another, blades lowered.

A little line of red blood came out from a small cut on Mihawk's face.

A hush fell over the world.

Kuina exhaled slowly, her sword trembling, exhaustion overtaking her body.

Mihawk took a deep breath, his sharp eyes like a hawk's watching closely.

"You are... magnificent," he said, genuine respect in his voice. "And dangerous."

He sheathed Yoru.

"You've earned the title of Sword Saint, Kuina. One day, you might take my position."

Kuina smiled faintly, lowering her blade.

"I will."

The two nodded in mutual respect.

Jessie laughed, clapping from the sidelines. "Kuina, you've now been recognized by the World Number One Swordsman. You have become the world strongest swordwoman, second to none except Mihawk."

The Den Den Mushi buzzed as cheers erupted across the island.

The battle continued, and Kuina planned to use this opportunity to push her limits.