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    ONE SHOT "If Mihawk was going to become the world's greatest swordsman, he would need a sword to match. Luckily, he stumbled upon the peculiar green-eyed man named Harii who was the best smith he'd ever met. It started off as threaten-and-irritably-obey, and now it was more like give-and-take (though Mihawk still threatened sometimes)." Collection fic, gen, long, T for swearing.
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    “I am looking,” he said, placing Kappatsuna Yoru on the table between them, “for the maker of this sword. Perhaps you know something of it.” He narrowed amber eyes at the man.
    “Hmm.” The man reached out with gentle fingers and picked up the katana. He ran his fingers over the hilt wrappings, then slid the blade out of the sheath minutely. “Kappatsuna Yoru, right?”
    “How do you know?” Mihawk demanded, eyes narrowing and body tensing.
    “Well,” the man put the katana back on the table and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “It’d be a bit of a bad thing if I didn’t recognize my own work, right?”

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    14 Apr 2026

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    Sword smithing has always just been another type of magic by Nefarious_Matchbox

    Published: 2017-01-08
    Work ID: 9241517

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    ONE SHOT "If Mihawk was going to become the world's greatest swordsman, he would need a sword to match. Luckily, he stumbled upon the peculiar green-eyed man named Harii who was the best smith he'd ever met. It started off as threaten-and-irritably-obey, and now it was more like give-and-take (though Mihawk still threatened sometimes)." Collection fic, gen, long, T for swearing.
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    “I am looking,” he said, placing Kappatsuna Yoru on the table between them, “for the maker of this sword. Perhaps you know something of it.” He narrowed amber eyes at the man.
    “Hmm.” The man reached out with gentle fingers and picked up the katana. He ran his fingers over the hilt wrappings, then slid the blade out of the sheath minutely. “Kappatsuna Yoru, right?”
    “How do you know?” Mihawk demanded, eyes narrowing and body tensing.
    “Well,” the man put the katana back on the table and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “It’d be a bit of a bad thing if I didn’t recognize my own work, right?”

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    The Dursleys didn't raise Harry Potter to be a very good boy.

    Mildest of fusions with Sherlock Holmes

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    10 Apr 2026

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    Business by esama

    Published: 2014-01-01
    Work ID: 1113588

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    The Dursleys didn't raise Harry Potter to be a very good boy.

    Mildest of fusions with Sherlock Holmes