chapter 14

inside the shop were 2 people the first being the old man, lazy as always and smoking a never-ending cigarette, as for the other guy, he is one of the strongest known people in the world, the one and only, the strongest swordsman, Dracuuuuule vooon Mihaaaaaaaawk (just imagine ufc intro), the fk--ing strongest swordsman in the world was right there in front of him, if that was Arowen from before when he just arrived in this world, he would fanboying right now, but the years of hard work steeled his resolve and wouldn't be affected easily, nonetheless it didn't diminish the amount of respect he got for this man, to be labeled as the strongest at his age is quite an accomplishment, if you ask him who is his favorite character of the series, Arowen would say that after white beard, it was this guy, to him he was just too cool, and the swordsman thing made him even more appealing, as for Whitebeard that man is just too epic, so no use for comparison,

so as of this moment, Arowen barged in and mihawk was passing a sheathed sword to the old man, and you may have guessed it, that is Arowens sword indeed and for why it was in mihawks hands

*few minutes before*

old jeel just woke up after a few hours of sleep, he felt terrible at this time, his old bones felt like breaking

'i am really getting old' *long sigh*

so after stretching out a little, and craking his old bones a little, he went to the kitchen and washed his fatigue away with the cold water, and downed a few mouthfuls, his last creation took a lot from him, after having a few buttered loafs of bread with a pitch of beer, he felt more alive and went to the front lighting his smoke, one of the few things he still enjoys

and as he got the front, he was greeted with the view of a tall man garbed in noble attire, a long black coat, and a black hat, on his back a large sword was strapped, the man was trying his hardest to unsheath his final product, and as amusing as watching him struggle and fail, he wanted to know the purpose of his visit

"what brings the genius of the dracule family to my humble shop"

at the mention of him, mihawk turned to face him, he already sensed him when he got up from bed and took his time before coming to meet him, and no one could make him believe that the old man wasn't aware of his presence, in fact, he was sure that he knew he was coming when he was miles away from shore, he knew these old men always liked to play ignorant

"What is this?" mihawk said calmly as he held the sword in front of him, he didn't answer the inquiries of the old man, they were already familiar with each other and jeel didn't mind either, he knew that mihawk was just like that, that the man in front of him was a sword fanatic, if it is related to the sword he would forget anything

"that my boy, is one of my best creation, it was made from blood vein iron, took me around 5 months and lots of blood and sweat, but the final product is a mystery even to me its creator" the old man said then took a big puff and exhaled

"like that? is it safe"

"I don't know, we goona see"

"can it be used" mihawk pointed out, from the moment he arrived inside the shop, the only thing on the shelves caught his eyes and since then he tried as hard as he can to unsheath the sword to get a good view of it, but was disappointed that even with his tremendous strength he was unsuccessful

to his inquiries, the old man could only sigh and said

"Frankly, I don't know, when I finished forging it the day before, it was all fine" he didn't mention the accident, he had a reputation to keep" but when I made the sheath and placed it in, it remained stuck inside no matter what I tried, now I am waiting for the owner to come back for it and see what will happen"

mihawk was intrigued by the mention of the owner, and he remembers that Mr jeel would only make custom weapons for a while now, he would really like to meet the owner, and that's when the old man said

"speak of the devil"

mihawk also sensed a young man a few years younger than him, and was a little upset, the young man was weak, so weak that wind would blow him away, that's how weak the young man was by his standards, and he handed the sword back to jeel, that's when Arowen entered

*back to present*

'that's dracule mihawk right? my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, right? I mean who else got that big ass sword, hat, and cloak but him' and when the man turned to give him a glance, even though his face was different as reality isn't anime, the goaty and eyes gave him away

Arowen was a little bit surprised by the man in front of him but that's it, he quickly regained his bearings and walked to the counter not noticing the dissatisfaction in the man's eyes

"gramps invites you for a drink, he said he got something for you" mihawk said and turned around to leave not sparing a second glance at Arowen

'the guy got family?! this wasn't shown in the show, the castle was always empty' when Arowen finished his thought mihawk was already outside and the old man started speaking

"good thing, you're here, it is done so there is no need for you to bleed for it"

when he heard that, Arowen was ecstatic and jumping around excited like a little kid

"Really, it is done? where is it !? show me! show me!"

the old man was amused

"brat hold" and he threw the sword on the counter to him "don't know if you can use it though"

Arowen didn't hear a thing and his focus was all on the sword in his hands, he couldn't hold it any longer and removed it from its sheath, without any struggle it slid down and in front of him was the most beautiful thing he ever saw, the blade of the sword was 1.5 meters long plus, black in color with a metallic shine to it and complicated network of red lines was running down its body, there was no bumps where the red line passed, it was just a smooth surface, the handle was long so the sword could be wielded two-handed as well with a round pommel and a slender guard, the red vein network running along them as well, and converging in the pommel in the shape of a swirl, he couldn't help but admire it, though it was very heavy even with his strength, he probably needs to upgrade his strength a little more

what Arowen didn't know was that even though mihawk left the shop his senses didn't, he saw how easily Arowen pulled the sword, and after seeing the sword he fell immediately in love with it, to the point he wanted to go and snatch it right out of that weak man's grasp, but the looming presence of that old monster deterred him so he gave up and returned to the sea, they will meet again someday

"Good! good! good!" old jeel repeated three times, he was worried that the boy wouldn't be able to use it, after all even he with he strength and that genius mihawk couldn't get it out of the sheath

"a good sword needs a good name, so what you gonna name it brat" the old man asked getting Arowen out of his reverie, and making him go into deep thought

'a name that is suitable hmmm, yes that will do it, for what I am planning for it, it is the best fitting'

"Naher Dima, it will be named Naher Dima" and as he pronounced the name, he felt his enigma pulse with joy and the sword in his hand glowed in a dark purplish-red before a dream rune meaning spirit was formed by the veins close to the guard on the blade of the sword

the spectacle stunned both the old and young, the old man was already done thinking about this sword he didn't even know what it is anymore, his ancestor didn't record any of the shit that happened to him when he finished the sword, so the only thing that could be the cause was the young man, it seems that he was special after all

'my eyes were never wrong'

"what does it mean, I hadn't heard of this language before"

"where I came from, naher means river and dima means overflowing blood, so combined it is blood rivers"

"good name, why name it so?"

"that is the job of a sword, to cut down all enemies, this is my sword a sword of slaughter" Arowen explained with a grin then bid farewell to the old man and left for the base, from now on he's gonna up his training even more