One Piece: Rinnegan Is My Golden Finger.

Chapter 110: Chapter 110:A Challenge From Mihawk.



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It took a while for Hancock to slowly wake up after Chiga called out to her. When she realized she was still in Chiga's arms, she immediately pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing that Hancock was awake but still looked a bit weak, Chiga called for Ain and Kalifa to help her.

Since Hancock was already 1.9 meters tall, the two women looked quite petite next to her.

Hancock suddenly rose from Chiga's arms, gave a slight curtsy, and said softly,

"Thank you for your kindness, Vice Admiral Kirin. This concubine is fine now."

Chiga examined her briefly, confirming she was truly okay, then turned away, not dwelling on her any further.

When he turned around, Chiga noticed everyone was staring at him and Hancock with strange expressions.

Rolling his eyes, Chiga activated his Rinnegan and gave a sharp glare, causing the surrounding crowd to instantly fall silent.

Given how things had unfolded—and knowing Hancock's personality—Chiga understood she had fully awakened her infatuation.

Well, he supposed it wasn't a bad thing. For someone with such strength and beauty to be so loyal once smitten... it had its benefits. Hancock was, after all, a textbook love-struck fool once her heart was captured.

With her situation handled, Chiga turned his attention to Mihawk.

Mihawk, who had previously been eager for a fight, now hesitated.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked. "Would you rather continue that instead?"

As soon as he said that, Hancock's face behind him flushed crimson. She stole a glance at Chiga, then quickly looked down, saying nothing.

Chiga sighed and looked at Mihawk with mild exasperation. Who would've thought Mihawk could understand this kind of thing? Wasn't his one true love supposed to be his black blade, Yoru, and that tiny pendant version he always wore?

"There's no interruption. You wanted a fight, right? Then let's go to the open field in front of Marineford."

He referred to the plaza used during the Summit War. From a bird's-eye view, Marineford resembled a plump crescent moon. The missing central section was filled with seawater, forming an inner bay—the perfect battleground.

Once the location was decided, Chiga led the way out, followed by the other Warlords of the Sea.

It turned out waiting a bit longer had been worth it. A battle between Mihawk and Vice Admiral Kirin was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Everyone present knew they were about to witness history.

Onigumo and Corazon didn't follow. Instead, they exchanged glances and hurried off to find Fleet Admiral Sengoku.

Mihawk challenging Vice Admiral Kirin—this wasn't something they could ignore.

Meanwhile, Sengoku was enjoying a rare moment of peace in his office, sipping tea leisurely.

Ever since Chiga arrived, Sengoku had entrusted more and more responsibilities to him, allowing himself to enjoy the kind of downtime that most men his age could only dream about.

Compared to other worlds, the Marine hierarchy in the One Piece world wasn't as plagued by internal backstabbing. Even when Akainu contended for the Fleet Admiral seat, he fought Aokiji openly—no shady schemes.

And after the Summit War, Sengoku never clung to power. If someone more capable came along, he'd step aside without hesitation.

With Chiga's rise and growing power, Sengoku had gradually begun to delegate authority to him. Now that he had help, he could finally indulge in the simple pleasures of life—like drinking fine tea and imagining a peaceful retirement.

The tea in his cup had cooled slightly, so he simply picked it up and drained it in one go.

But before he could finish swallowing, the office door burst open.

Onigumo and Corazon rushed in, visibly flustered.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku! Mihawk and Vice Admiral Kirin are about to fight!"

"PFFT!!!"

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku!?"

Caught mid-sip, Sengoku spat tea everywhere, face turning purple as he choked. Glaring at the two intruders, he growled,

"What did you just say?! Why are those two fighting?!"

"Mihawk heard that Vice Admiral Kirin defeated Shiki in swordsmanship and challenged him!"

Sengoku froze. That did sound like something Mihawk would do.

And that was the problem. Mihawk was a unique case among the Shichibukai—solitary, independent, and nearly impossible to control.

Unlike the others, Mihawk had no territory, no crew—nothing to lose. He was a wild card.

Not only that, but he was also one of the rare few capable of forging a true Black Blade.

A real Black Blade wasn't just Armament Haki layered over steel. According to Gyukimaru's explanation in Wano, it required infusing the sword with one's entire essence—power, Haki, aura—through years of battle until it became permanently blackened.

Mihawk's strength was such that he could even go toe-to-toe with Red-Haired Shanks.

He was the face of the Warlords, no doubt.

And Chiga... well, there was no need to question his strength. Sengoku was certain: Chiga was Admiral-level, if not beyond.

If those two actually clashed at Headquarters, how much destruction would it cause? Who was going to foot the repair bill?!

Face turning pale, Sengoku looked at the two officers.

"Vice Admiral Kirin agreed to the duel?"

"Yes."

"Where are they fighting?"

"He said they'd head to the open field in front of the Headquarters."

"Nani?! That's barely any distance from here!"

"Exactly."

"They're going to level the place! You two—stop them! Now!"

"Yes— Wait, what?!"

Onigumo and Corazon looked at each other, baffled. Did he just say they should stop those two?

Was Sengoku losing his mind?

How was sending them in any different from feeding them to lions? Was this Sengoku's roundabout way of laying them off?

Sengoku immediately realized the absurdity of what he'd said. This wasn't something subordinates could handle.

He needed to intervene personally.

Just then, Corazon weakly added,

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku... didn't you say you could always trust Vice Admiral Chiga?"

Sengoku froze mid-step.

Ah, that was true. He'd said that during the Op-Op Fruit incident.

He hadn't expected Corazon to remember—and to throw his own words back at him. What a dependable little guy.

Sengoku gave him a proud look.

Then Onigumo chimed in.

"Fleet Admiral Sengoku... are you still going to stop them?"

That snapped Sengoku back to reality.

Right. He was running out of time. If he didn't act now, the Headquarters would be rubble!

This wasn't about trust anymore—this was about saving his own office.

Without another word, Sengoku glared at Corazon, ignored the door entirely, and leapt straight out the window.

His figure vanished into the sky.

Corazon and Onigumo stood there, stunned.

After a long pause, Corazon whispered,

"As expected of Fleet Admiral Sengoku—always choosing the fastest path."

Onigumo nodded solemnly.

"With skills like that, he could hold the position for another twenty years."

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