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The battlefield lay in silence, the last echoes of conflict fading into the dusk. Mihawk stood amidst the fallen, his sword Yoru gleaming in the dim light. The marines who had surrendered now lay in defeat, their hopes shattered. Aria, her magnetic power resonating in the air, stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Mihawk's.

With a swift, decisive movement, she extended her hand, and Mihawk's prized sword, Yoru, was pulled from his grip, hovering effortlessly in the air

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With a swift, decisive movement, she extended her hand, and Mihawk's prized sword, Yoru, was pulled from his grip, hovering effortlessly in the air. The marines watched in awe as the weapon, under Aria's control, floated between them.

"These men have surrendered," Aria stated firmly, her voice unwavering. "There is no honor in further bloodshed."

Mihawk's gaze narrowed, but he remained silent, evaluating the formidable woman before him. Aria stepped closer, her demeanor confident and composed.

"I have a proposition," she continued. "I seek protection from the marines. In exchange, I offer my strength and loyalty to the Cross Guild. Let me join you, and you'll gain a powerful ally."

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as Mihawk considered her words. "You think you can negotiate with me?" he asked, his tone low and menacing.

"I do," Aria replied without hesitation. "Because I believe in strategic alliances and mutual benefit. You can continue your path of destruction, or accept my offer and strengthen your cause. The decision is yours."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at Mihawk's lips. "Very well," he said, amusement coloring his voice. "You have my attention. Join the Cross Guild, and prove your worth. But remember, loyalty is earned, not given."

With a nod, Aria released Yoru from her magnetic grip, the sword returning smoothly to Mihawk's hand

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With a nod, Aria released Yoru from her magnetic grip, the sword returning smoothly to Mihawk's hand. The marines, witnessing this exchange, breathed a collective sigh of relief. Aria dismantled the remaining marines with precision, her power and skill evident in every move.

Together, Mihawk and Aria departed the battlefield, their destination clear. They traveled to the hidden stronghold of the Cross Guild, where Mihawk would introduce Aria to his formidable allies: Crocodile and Buggy.

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