The Going Merry was cutting through the waves. Amine sat on the deck, his stylus moving rapidly over the System's glowing interface. Zoro was leaning against the mast, cleaning Wado Ichimonji.
"Hey, Swordsman," Amine said, tossing a new chapter toward him. "Want to see your greatest battle?"
Zoro caught it with one hand. His eyes widened as he saw himself drawn in incredible detail, facing a man with hawk-like eyes. "This... this is Mihawk. How do you know about him?"
He flipped the page and froze. The drawing showed Zoro lying in a pool of blood, his chest slashed.
"You lose, Zoro," Amine whispered. "But you also make a promise that changes everything."
Zoro's hand trembled. He looked at the drawing, then at his swords. "A promise... I will never lose again?" He looked at Amine with a new kind of respect. "If your drawings are true, Prophet... then I need to train harder than ever."