[Mihawk shrugs a little, taking another sip of his drink. It's an old story, really. But that's what you do to bartenders, he supposes, you tell them stories. He hasn't told this particular one in a very long time, not so much because he cares not to tell it, but because no one asks. Everyone just assumes Yoru belongs to him - and it does! - but they don't stop and wonder where it came from. Mihawk wonders if they think he crawled out of his mother's womb swinging Yoru about.]
I got it from the greatest swordsman in the world.
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[Mihawk shrugs a little, taking another sip of his drink. It's an old story, really. But that's what you do to bartenders, he supposes, you tell them stories. He hasn't told this particular one in a very long time, not so much because he cares not to tell it, but because no one asks. Everyone just assumes Yoru belongs to him - and it does! - but they don't stop and wonder where it came from. Mihawk wonders if they think he crawled out of his mother's womb swinging Yoru about.]
I got it from the greatest swordsman in the world.