One Piece: Starting as a Marine Lieutenant, I Slack Off and Get Stronger

Clearly, the sword energy Karl released out of boredom had caught his attention.

Destroyed Ship Island.

Under the command of Lieutenant-General Nelson, the navy is cleaning up the battlefield. The dead pirates are being thrown into the sea one by one, and the pirate ships are being looted and dumped in a secluded place.

After this series of actions, Shipwreck Island was exactly the same as before the White Wolf Pirates landed, quietly awaiting the arrival of the Flame Pirates.

But an uninvited guest shattered the tranquility of the place.

"Lieutenant Nelson, look! There's a small boat coming towards us!"

Lieutenant Nelson frowned, quickly raised his binoculars to look, and after seeing who it was, his pupils shrank to a single point.

"What! It's one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea! Hawkeye Mihawk!"

"Lieutenant Nelson, you mean the world's greatest swordsman?"

"That's right, it's him! I will never forget those terrifying eyes."

The naval soldiers were immediately tense and at a loss. Nelson took a deep breath and pulled out a Den Den Mushi.

Inside the cafe.

Carl was exchanging glances with the beautiful woman he had just chatted up, and bursts of giggles could be heard from his seat from time to time.

"Bulu Bulu~"

The buzzing of a Den Den Mushi interrupted their conversation. Carl gave a polite smile and answered the phone.

"what happened again?"

"Reporting, Colonel, Mihawk is here!" "What Hawk?"

“The world’s greatest swordsman, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Hawkeye Mihawk!” Nelson’s voice was somewhat anxious.

Upon hearing this, Karl's smile gradually faded. Why was he here?!

Alright! Another big shot you can't mess with!

Despite being one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Hawkeye is not necessarily polite to the Navy. At least from the Navy's perspective, Mihawk is an absolutely unscrupulous guy who does whatever he pleases.

The other Shichibukai are no better off; the seemingly loyal Kuma is actually a Revolutionary Army spy.

Anyway, Karl didn't have a good impression of these Shichibukai; they were just a bunch of unreliable mercenaries.

"Ding~ Mihawk's fighting spirit against the host has been detected, triggering the series of missions [Don't fight your own people 1/7]."

The Seven Warlords of the Sea's exclusive mission: As allies, we should love each other, live in peace, and avoid fighting and killing, which would damage our harmony and waste precious time relaxing.

"Mission to go: Avoid fighting with Hawkeye Mihawk, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

"Reward: Black Blade Forging Method, Armament Haki Enhancement Card *5"

Karl's breath hitched, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes. The rewards were plentiful! And the key was that it was a series of quests—a total of seven Warlords of the Sea!

"Sorry, I have to take care of business. We'll meet again someday!"

"Hey? So eager?" The beautiful woman with long wine-red hair looked somewhat resentful.

But Carl didn't say a word and left the coffee shop.

Shipwreck Island.

Mihawk leaped from the coffin lid and landed gracefully on the island. He looked around and found that they were just a group of ordinary naval soldiers.

"Who is your leader?"

Faced with this question, the naval soldiers all looked at Nelson, and Mihawk's gaze followed him.

"Are you the boss? What just happened here?"

Although Nelson was somewhat intimidated by Mihawk, he still said defiantly, "Lord Mihawk, although you are one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, you don't seem to have the authority to interfere in the internal affairs of the Navy, do you?"

The next second, the black blade was held horizontally in front of Nelson, and Mihawk looked at Nelson with a calm gaze: "I'll ask you one more time, what just happened here?"

"A few pirates have died, it's not a big deal to resort to violence, Lord Mihawk."

Mihawk looked up and saw a handsome navy man standing not far away, with a black bird perched on his shoulder.

"Who are you?" Mihawk's tone remained calm.

"Naval Headquarters Captain, Carl."

Mihawk slowly sheathed the Black Blade Night behind his back, his sharp eagle eyes fixed on Karl, and said, "That flying slash just now, that was you who unleashed it, wasn't it?"

Although Karl didn't possess the overtly sharp aura of a swordsman, he sensed the presence of a powerful figure emanating from him.

"I must say, what keen observation skills!"

Karl was slightly impressed. Was this the insight of the world's greatest swordsman? He hadn't even brought a sword.

Raven: Caw caw caw?

"It seems to be you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mihawk gripped his black sword and slashed at Karl. A sharp, crescent-shaped flying slash flew towards Karl like a meteor.

"Ding~ [Don't fight your own people 1/7] Mission failed."

Carl:? ? ?

Wait, the mission failed just like that?

But seeing the flying slash getting closer and closer, Karl cursed, "Damn it!"

Raven instantly transformed into weapon form, followed by a triple slash. The three flying slashes clashed with Hawkeye's slash, barely managing to neutralize it.

Karl stood there, slightly out of breath, his belly brimming with resentment.

Damn it, Mihawk, you fucking deserve to die! It's worse than killing me, waaaaah!

"Not bad, your knife is very interesting."

Mihawk looked at the raven in Karl's hand. He had seen it clearly just now; Karl's knife was transformed from the bird on his shoulder, something he had never seen before.

But it felt strangely familiar, somewhat like the first generation Kitetsu, but only the blade and the patterns on it; the area below the guard was completely different.

Karl took a few steps forward, gripping the raven's hand, and said as he walked, "Is this your provocation against the Navy, Lord Mihawk? Don't forget, you are one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

"No, I just happened to meet a swordsman with potential, and I was just excited to try my luck."

"Draw your sword! Add a touch of fun to my mundane life."

Ever since Shanks lost an arm, he hasn't had a proper, satisfying sword duel.

In short, his broadsword was already itching for a fight.

Hearing this, Karl was speechless. This guy looks so scholarly, how come he's so stubborn!

The martial arts world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions, do you understand?

Sigh~ There's nothing I can do. Since the mission has already failed, there's no point in backing down anymore; it would only make me look bad.

Thinking of this, Karl slowly raised the raven in his hand, gently brushed the blade with his left hand, and said coldly.

"This sword is called Raven. Its blade is four feet and seven inches long, and it weighs ten pounds and five ounces. It can cut through nails and iron and kill people without them even seeing it."

Hawkeye:? ? ?

Chapter 48 The World's Greatest Swordsman

What is this operation?

Are swordsmen nowadays all so elegant? Does that mean even the world's greatest swordsman is outdated?

Despite the complaints, Mihawk still demonstrated his Black Blade Night quite well.

"This sword is named Night. Its blade is five feet eight inches long and weighs 18 pounds and four ounces. It can cut through a hair and slice through iron like mud."

After finishing speaking according to Karl's format, Mihawk suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if his connection with the night had deepened. Interesting!

A strange light flashed in Mihawk's eyes, and the next second he couldn't wait to rush towards Karl and slash at him with his sword.

"Ding~"

Karl blocked Mihawk's attack with both hands holding his sword, marveling at Mihawk's strength. He realized that Mihawk's status as the world's greatest swordsman was not only due to his swordsmanship, but also to his exceptional physique.

Mihawk's eyes remained unchanged as he continued his fierce attack on Karl, using his exquisite swordsmanship to overwhelm him and make him breathless.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The two swords clashed with a crisp sound, sparks flew, and sword marks covered the area around the two men. The onlookers had already retreated several hundred meters to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Is Colonel Karl's swordsmanship that powerful? He's actually fighting the world's greatest swordsman to a standstill!"

"Yes! Look at Colonel Karl, he handles it with absolute ease."

In fact, Karl is under immense pressure right now, and his mind is highly focused, because if he loses his concentration, Mihawk's sword will strike his vitals.

"Indeed, your swordsmanship is quite superb, but why does it seem a bit rusty? Has it been too long since you used a sword?"

Karl ignored him. What did it mean that he hadn't used a sword in a long time? He had only just begun to learn today!

He couldn't do what Mihawk did—talk and wield his knife with ease—and all he could do was respond with his knife.

Karl gripped the Raven with one hand, parried Mihawk's greatsword, then flipped his wrist, gripped the hilt with both hands, and immediately launched an upward slash.