Chapter 110 The Reluctant Alliance

Mihawk lay in the crater, his body battered but his pride intact. Despite his defeat, it was clear that his strength was formidable—enough to push Satoru to his limits. Yet, Satoru's abilities were simply too overwhelming, with his mysterious techniques capable of striking from any angle.

"Your abilities are infuriating," Mihawk muttered, his golden eyes glaring up at Satoru.

Standing over him, Satoru smirked. "You're an exceptional swordsman, Mihawk, but I value my downtime. Finishing this task quickly means I get a month's vacation. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Mihawk scoffed, his expression darkening. "So you fight like this just to take a break?"

"Pretty much," Satoru replied nonchalantly, pulling out a folded paper from his coat. "Now, let's make it official. Sign this and join the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to fight me again?"

Reluctantly, Mihawk took the offered pen. He signed the document with a shaky hand, his injuries slowing him down. "Fine. But I warn you, I won't tolerate interference in my affairs. Cross me, and I won't hold back."

Satoru's playful tone dropped for a moment, his eyes gleaming with authority. "Stay in line, Mihawk. If you revert to your old ways, I'll deal with you—permanently."

Mihawk flinched slightly at the underlying menace in Satoru's words. He knew better than to take it lightly. Still, the swordsman's pride remained unshaken. "Hmph. Losing one form of entertainment is a small price to pay. I'll find something else."

With that, Satoru clapped Mihawk on the shoulder. "Welcome aboard. Just don't disappoint."

As Satoru turned to leave, Mihawk seized his black blade, attempting a stealthy strike. But the blade was stopped cold, as if hitting an invisible barrier.

"Didn't think that would work, did you?" Satoru said with a grin, not even looking back. "My abilities are always active. Unless you use Conqueror's Haki, you won't even scratch me."

Mihawk withdrew his blade, his expression grim. "A cursed ability for a cursed man."

Ignoring the insult, Satoru addressed Cullom, his subordinate. "Stay here and train. When you're ready, return to base on your own. I've got other matters to handle."

Cullom saluted sharply. "Yes, sir. I won't let you down."

Sofilar, standing nearby, nodded at Satoru. "Rest assured, she'll progress quickly. By the time you meet again, she'll be a force to be reckoned with."

Satoru acknowledged him with a slight nod before disappearing into the distance, a satisfied smirk on his face.

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### The Aftermath

Sophilar approached Mihawk, inspecting his injuries. "The Admiral held back. No permanent damage, just a few fractures and some internal bleeding."

Mihawk grunted. "A shame he didn't go all out. If the Seven Warlords are meant to rival the Four Emperors, a proper leader should be unyielding."

Despite his dismissive tone, Mihawk's respect for Satoru had grown. The fight had awakened something in him—a determination to rise even further.

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### Mission Report

Later, Satoru reported his success to Fleet Admiral Sengoku. "Mission accomplished. Both Doflamingo and Mihawk have agreed to join the Seven Warlords."

Sengoku's voice brimmed with satisfaction. "You've handled the two most difficult recruits with ease. Well done, Satoru."

"Piece of cake," Satoru said casually. His words might have sounded arrogant, but Sengoku knew better—Mihawk was no ordinary opponent, even for an Admiral.

"You've earned your month of vacation," Sengoku said. "But stay alert. If something urgent comes up, I expect you back immediately."

"Understood," Satoru replied, a grin spreading across his face. "Time to enjoy some well-deserved rest."

And with that, the world's strongest Admiral set out to savor his break—though knowing the unpredictable nature of the seas, trouble was likely just around the corner.

A/N: I just noticed that the last chapter was kind off repeated just with different words play I'm really sorry for inconvenience I'll upload an extra chapter tommorow