Fūgetsu Kisaburō did not leave Amazon Lily at once; for several days he haunted every bar and information broker on the island, devouring knowledge of the outside seas.
His terrifying strength kept the local Yakuza, casino bosses, and tavern owners from making a single rash move.
"When Boss Maron and Captain Rocks reach Amazon Lily, that lunatic's days are numbered!"
A few bruised Mafia punks, bandaged and aching, kept watching the mad samurai from a nearby building.
"Captain Rocks won't even need to lift a finger—the Four King Executives of the Rocks Pirates can finish him off."
"Hah! Forget the four kings—Ganzi-sama and Fierce-sama alone could crush that maniac!"
The gangsters spat the words, eyes blazing with worship for the Rocks Pirates.
They were the strongest pirate crew in the world!
Acknowledged as number one across the seas!
"But what if Captain Rocks takes a shine to the lunatic's strength and recruits him?"
Suddenly a smarter thug scratched his head, face creased with worry.
The curses died in every throat; the room fell silent.
"Jinx!"
"Get him!"
Amid a flurry of blows the jinxed punk was turned into a swollen mess.
—Aboard the Gibeck's Sword.
"Fang Huo, still nothing on this guy even with his photo?"
"If your future sight shows no trace of him, he's either long dead or vanished without a ripple."
Rocks began to suspect Maron's men had exaggerated the mad samurai's power and havoc.
Then again, in the West Blue any swordsman of note was considered top-tier.
Perhaps this mad swordsman couldn't even beat Long Bread.
"How many times are you going to ask?"
"No memory of him!"
"But that blade in his hand… it does feel familiar."
"In the future there will be a supreme grade meito disguised as an ordinary cane-sword—its name: gokudō kaisen."
"If the sword that lunatic carries is the supreme grade gokudō kaisen, I can probably guess where he's from."
Fang Huo studied the ever-growing stack of covert photos sent by the Amazon Lily Mafia.
The mad samurai's look resembled Atomic Samurai Kamikaze from One-Punch Man, blended with Yasuo the Unforgiven from League of Legends.
He lingered on Amazon Lily as if cramming every scrap of oceanic knowledge he could find.
He seemed a first-time voyager, as green as they come.
"A supreme grade blade?"
"gokudō kaisen?"
Rocks' eyes lit with sudden interest; perhaps the mad samurai wasn't as weak as he'd assumed.
"The current Meito Register lists no supreme grade blade called gokudō kaisen."
"first mate, can you truly see the future?"
Maron, the newest Executive, had always doubted Fang Huo's precognition.
After all, Fang Huo had failed to predict where Patrick Redfield was, nor the identity of this mad swordsman—hardly convincing.
He even wondered if the entire crew was being strung along by Fang Huo.
Yet that couldn't be right.
With powerhouses like Rocks and Newgate aboard, they wouldn't be so easily fooled.
"Gurararara! Another supreme grade blade, eh?"
"Rocks' Gibeck's Sword and Fang Huo's seven star demon sword will surely make the supreme list one day."
Whitebeard Newgate laughed, Murakumogiri—his own supreme grade meito—resting across his shoulders.
Perhaps the Rocks Pirates would one day claim half the blades on that register.
"My emperor blade napoleon will ascend to supreme grade sooner or later!"
Charlotte Linlin declared, brimming with confidence; she would carve a fearsome legend with Napoleon and shatter every renowned sword on the current list.
"Good thing Shiki isn't here, or he'd be yelling too."
Stussy giggled behind her hand; the Executives on this ship loved to compete, none willing to yield.
"Who says supreme grade weapons must be swords?"
"My Abyssal Anchor could become a supreme grade anchor!"
Babel swung his black anchor, voicing his protest.
"worororo! My interest in this mad samurai just keeps growing."
"Let's hope he doesn't disappoint."
Rocks laughed; if the man truly wielded a supreme grade blade, he would subjugate the swordsman by force.
Fang Huo rubbed his chin—could it really be the supreme grade gokudō kaisen?
Then might this mad samurai be the very smith who forged it: Fūgetsu Kisaburō?
And if so, did that mean Shimotsuki Kōzaburō and Shimotsuki Furiko had already set sail?
Both Fūgetsu Kisaburō and Shimotsuki Kōzaburō were Wano Country's top swordsmiths.
Fūgetsu Kisaburō personally forged gokudō kaisen and, a powerful swordsman in his own right, carved a bloody name for himself after drifting to the West Blue.
Single-handedly he elevated the plain cane-sword to the ranks of supreme grade blades.
Shimotsuki Kōzaburō was likewise a forging prodigy, creator of the great grade blades wado ichimonji and Yama.
Yama was a cursed, demonic blade that greedily devoured its wielder's Armament and Conqueror's Haki.
Should the swordsman lack sufficient strength, Yama would drain him dry in moments.
—Back on Amazon Lily.
After days of gathering knowledge, Fūgetsu Kisaburō prepared to leave for Reverse Mountain and the Grand Line.
The island's Mafia dispatched dozens of rookie grunts to pose as friendly locals or wronged citizens, ingratiating themselves with the mighty samurai.
Their sole aim: stall him until reinforcements arrived.
This Yakuza samurai from Wano, bound by honor and idolizing the dragon-slaying legend Shimotsuki Ryuma, resolved to aid the "oppressed."
He would raid the island's Yakuza-run casino to free the "victims."
Meanwhile, squad leaders sabotaged his skiff and towed every other vessel beyond the harbor.
They left him no route of escape.
The well-meaning samurai began to sense something amiss.
Back in Wano he had headed his own Yakuza family—he knew the game.
His heart chilled anew.
These foreign gangsters were born rotten.
Lies, tricks, play-acting, shameless feigned misery—no code at all!
Despicable!
"You wasted my time—damn you all!!"
Fūgetsu Kisaburō drew gokudō kaisen in a flash, cleaving the casino in two and burying the "citizens" in rubble, then strode away without a backward glance.
Once again, the outside world's Yakuza had trampled his crimson code of honor.
Reaching the shore, he found his boat gone—his fury blazed even hotter.
He had underestimated the baseness of foreign gangsters!
Yet as he turned to storm back and demand answers, his pupils shrank: a warship soared through the sky above the island…—