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... ? Leaving her alone on that island."
The evening breeze rustled the hem of Mihawk’s white shirt as it fluttered gently in the wind.
The coastline was getting farther and farther away, and now he could only barely make out a tiny black dot on the shore waving with all her might.
"You seem awfully concerned about that little brat."
Orin munched on potato chips, watching Mihawk’s back as he faced the shore, teasing him a little.
"..."
Mihawk said noth ...
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