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Chapter 4: Don’t Look Back
🕑 Added 2025-10-18 04:25:33 +0000 UTC[Date: 10/4/1493 → M/D/Y]
X
The afternoon sun shimmered across the harbor, scattering gold across the rippling water. Two ships waited at the edge of Ringo’s hidden cove, their masts cutting clean lines against the bright sky.
The first towered high, a heavy-hulled galleon with dark timbers and violet sails that bled color under the sunlight. Its Jolly Roger, a grinning skull shaded with curved horns. Carved into the prow bloomed a wooden lotus, painted white and outlined in silver. A surprising choice for such an imposing vessel. Yet it suited its captain, the man who was very much the foremost legacy of Hyogoro the flower.
[Moria’s Ship Image]
Beside it floated something smaller. A mid-sized schooner. Its hull was dark, trimmed in faint silver, its deck sparsely decorated. No figurehead, no ornamentation, no jolly roger, only a single flag fluttering at the mast: a pale crescent moon with a black bird soaring through its center. The crest of the Amatsuki clan.
[Hikaru’s Ship Image]
Those two ships were crafted by the finest of Wano’s shipwrights.
Hikaru stood at the edge of the dock, arms folded. The sea wind tugged gently at the ends of his haori.
His gaze settled on the larger of the two ships, Moria’s galleon. The jolly roger was the same as in cannon. Guess some things just don’t change, even with intervention. But it was the lotus flower carved into the prow that held his attention.
It was fitting, he thought. As Hyogoro’s only student to inherit all of his skills. He wondered if the ship would change once he ate his Kage Kage no Mi if he was fated to find it.
He found himself smiling. Not bad at all.
Then his eyes drifted to the ship beside it.
His own.
A mid-sized schooner. He didn’t love it. Didn’t hate it either. It was like a borrowed coat—something to keep him dry until he got to where he was going. A month. Two, max, Hikaru mused.
Until then, he didn’t care if it creaked or groaned or sailed sideways—so long as it got him to his next destination.
Then Hikaru turned to the giant beside him—a mountain of a man. He wasn’t talking about appearance. Just size.
He himself would tower over a majority of the populace in his last life—unluckily for him, this was not his last life. Despite being a staggering 6’5, he felt like a midget next to most people in this world.
And that feeling was only exacerbated standing next to Moria.
He was nearly triple his own height. But it was fine; he ensured his ego survived by thinking positive, reaffirming thoughts, namely, how Shanks and Mihawk were of similar stature to him.
He ignored the possibility of the duo being the frauds that were rat-hair Shanks and Mihawk, the World’s Strongest Titleman.
Hikaru was snapped out of his thoughts when the sun was blocked by Moria’s looming figure.
“You’re really going through with it, huh?” he asked. “The life of a pirate.”
“Yeah.” There was no uncertainty in Moria’s words. “I want the freedom. The sea, the battles, the unknown. I want to go where I choose, when I choose. And I want the world to know my name, not because I inherited the Kozuki bloodline, but because I earned it.”
He paused, mainly because his neck was getting sore from looking up.
Once he had cracked his neck sufficiently, he craned it upward once again with an exhale.
“If that’s what you want, then it’s not a bad choice. Like a man I quite admire once said, ‘A pirate, huh? If you're so sure, then follow that path. Who am I to stop a man from chasing his dreams?’”
He certainly meant his well-wishes. Moria was his best friend, and he truly hoped for nothing but the best for him. Although that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried to poach the Kozuki member for his own crew.
But, unfortunately for Hikaru, Moria wasn’t like the others. He had no wish to follow another.
And Hikaru, more than anyone, knew better than to try to leash a man like that.
Still, having the opportunity to sail with his best friend denied was quite the bummer.
But, he could live with it.
So long as Moria never strayed, at least.
So long as the world didn’t twist him into something bitter and broken. Which, if Hikaru’s own plans for the future came to fruition, would never happen.
He’d make sure of it.
Wano very much needed the Pirate of Justice.
“You give it a name yet?” he asked, nodding toward the towering vessel.
Moria scratched at his chin, his massive frame creaking slightly as he shifted his stance. “No. Not yet.”
Hikaru raised a brow. “Seriously? All this flash, the sails, the flower, and you didn’t name the damn thing?”
Moria shrugged. “Wasn’t really thinking about it. I figured it’d come to me at sea.”
Hikaru chuckled under his breath. “Well… if you’re taking suggestions, I’d call it The Black Pearl.”
Moria turned toward him, one eyebrow arching. “The what now?”
“It’s the name of a ship that used to belong to a legendary pirate.” He paused, smirking faintly. “Black sails, feared across the seas, helmed by the greatest pirate of all. Your ship kind of reminded me of it.”
“So I’m a great pirate? I’ll take the compliment,” he laughed.
Moria rubbed his jaw, thoughtful now. “The Black Pearl… not bad.” He paused. “What about yours, then? You name that thing yet?”
Hikaru looked back at his schooner. Wind tugged at the mast, the flag of the Amatsuki crest fluttering high. “Nah,” he said. “It’s temporary. I didn’t bother.”
Moria’s grin widened. “Then I’m naming it.”
Hikaru glanced sideways. “Are you now?”
“Why not? You named mine.”
Hikaru shrugged. “Fair enough.”
Moria took a long moment to consider, his eyes narrowing at the vessel’s lean frame and its master.
“How about… The Royal Fortune?” he said finally. “A nice ol’ fortune that’ll soon be plundered by the sea! Kishishishi!”
Well, that was…morbid. But, not half bad. Not to mention, while Hikaru wasn’t quite the historian on pirates, the name did sound familiar.
Mayhaps, it belonged to a famous pirate.
“The Royal Fortune, huh?” he murmured. “For a ship meant to disappear after two months… it sounds decent.”
Moria rolled his eyes. “Well, aren’t you stingy with your compliments?”
Hikaru huffed a small laugh, turning back toward the sea.
Then Moria rolled his shoulders, the sound of bone popping echoing over the waves. He tilted his neck until it cracked, a grin creeping across his face.
“We’ve got time before the others show up,” he said, glancing sideways at Hikaru. “What do you say… one last spar? A little warm-up for what’s to come on the seas.”
Hikaru raised a brow. “You sure you want that kind of embarrassment before you even set sail?”
Moria barked a laugh. "Kishishishi! Embarrassment? You must’ve forgotten who’s been outpacing you in training these past few months.”
“That so?”
His memory must have been worsening, because last he had checked, all their spars ended with Moria eating dirt.
“Well, when Hyogoro chews you out for losing, don’t come crying to me.”
Moria jabbed a finger at him, grinning wide. “Don’t bring up old business!”
Hikaru chuckled, remembering a fighter from his world who had said the same words.
Moria stepped forward, his shadow stretching long over the dock.
Hikaru rolled his neck slowly, hand drifting toward his hilt. “Just try not to embarrass yourself in front of your crew. Don’t want them to rethink this entire adventure,” he laughed, imagining the sight.
Moria’s grin sharpened. “You’ll have to land a hit first.”
X
The rocky clearing outside the cove trembled with every gust of wind. Waves crashed below, echoing against the cliffside. Two warriors faced one another, blades drawn, eyes locked.
Moria shifted his grip, his grin sharp and eager.
“You know what my goal is, right?” he said. “I’m not leaving till you use at least one of those fancy Moonlit techniques.”
Hikaru tilted his head slightly. “You’re sure you want that?”
Hikaru’s question wasn’t because he was looking down on Moria’s ability as a fighter—it was the contrary, in fact. However, the last time he had used a named attack against an opponent, their bones were made visible, and it had taken hours before he had gotten the assurance they survived.
Since then, he had forbidden himself from using any named attack casually.
“Hell yeah, I’m sure.” Moria’s laugh rumbled through the air. “Even Oden himself praised those three techniques of yours. If I’m gonna sail out of Wano, I’m not doing it till I’ve seen one with my own eyes.”
Hikaru sighed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re stalling.” Moria’s grin widened. “C’mon, Moon-boy. Show me the light.”
He moved first, sword flashing in a violent arc.
“Falling Flower: Peony Crash!”
The ground split as the strike landed, dust exploding into the air.
He stepped back, sandals grinding over cracked stone, his blade barely flicking upward to deflect the edge.
The second attack came even faster.
“Falling Flower: Thorn Guillotine!”
Hikaru ducked, feeling the wind shear above his head as the strike gouged a trench where he’d been standing seconds ago. The sheer pressure sent a shockwave through the cliffside.
“Still holding back?” Moria barked, voice booming. “Thought the Moonlit prodigy would at least try!”
Hikaru’s blade moved lazily, deflecting another heavy swing with a laugh. “If I used one of those techniques, this spar would be over.”
Moria lunged, blade glowing faintly with haki.
“Falling Flower: Death Petal Barrage!”
A storm of slashes rained down, each blow fast enough to whistle, strong enough to split boulders.
Hikaru moved through the onslaught with calm, his sword weaving arcs that turned away every strike. Sparks scattered, light flashing with each clash.
“Stop dancing around and fight me seriously!”
Hikaru bit back a sigh. “I told you,” he said softly, stepping forward, “you don’t want to see this.”
Moria’s grin never faltered. “I do!”
And so, the waves stopped.
The wind stilled.
And Hikaru moved.
1st Phase, New Moon: Lunar Blessing
Just a single step, accompanied by a single downward slash.
The sound came a heartbeat later.
Moria froze mid-swing, eyes wide. His sword arm trembled. A faint line appeared across his chest as the air between them shimmered. Then the force hit, sending him sliding back, boots carving deep trails through the dirt until he dropped to one knee, panting.
A thin cut marked his coat.
Nothing terribly deep, but enough to end the fight.
Hikaru exhaled slowly, lowering his blade.
Moria stared for a moment… then barked out a ragged laugh.
“Fuck do you mean blessing?!” he roared between breaths. “You’ve got a sick personality, you know that?”
Hikaru blinked. “...What?”
“‘Lunar Blessing,’ my ass!” Moria snapped, still laughing. “I might look like a demon, but you’re the real monster, naming something like that a blessing? If that attack landed on normal folk, it’d kill ‘em outright!”
Hikaru gave a faint shrug. “Then it’s a blessing they never have to see it.”
Moria laughed again, clutching his stomach. “Kishishishi… twisted bastard.”
He pointed his sword at Hikaru’s chest, still smiling even in defeat. “Guess I got what I wanted.”
Hikaru wiped his blade clean, sliding it back into its sheath with a quiet click.
“Guess you did,” he agreed, his gaze flicking to the cliff above, where Ushimaru and Hyogoro stood watching the two of them with matching grins. Behind them lay all the people who had either come to see Moria and him off, or planned to leave with them.
X
High above the cove, two old swordsmen stood on the ridge, overlooking the aftermath of the duel. Wind tugged at their cloaks. Below, Moria was still on one knee, and Hikaru had already sheathed his blade.
Hyogoro let out a quiet breath, eyes narrowing. “What a monster,” he said softly.
Ushimaru’s eyes flicked between his student and his student’s opponent. He nodded, pride in his eyes. “Moria is as well.”
Hyogoro’s voice lowered. “Moria’s no ordinary man. Perhaps, if this was another era, he would’ve been one of the figureheads of change—”
Hyogoro stopped, his eyes landing on Hikaru’s figure.
“—But, it seems the gods saw fit to drop him in the same age as Kozuki Oden, and now Hikaru.”
Ushimaru smiled faintly. “I believe he’ll still be integral to Wano, and its future. From an ostracized child, to a proud samurai. He will leave his mark, just like those who have before him.”
The two masters stood there, knowing it was still early to say they had been surpassed, but perhaps the biggest step toward that goal had already been taken by the two.
“Come on. The sea waits for no man.”
Hyogoro chuckled. “Damn sure not for Kozuki Oden.”
The Daimyo laughed. Indeed, the future Shogun—and wasn’t that a worrisome thought, although Ushimaru knew better than to voice his concerns—would not be leaving the borders of their country any time soon.
X
Moria’s booming voice cut through the noise. “Move those barrels to the stern! I want the cannons balanced before we set off!”
He jabbed a finger toward a group of armored samurai hauling crates. “And make sure the powder’s dry! If one spark hits, I’m throwing you all overboard!”
A handful of warriors grunted acknowledgments and hurried to obey.
Most were samurai and yakuza from across Wano. A strong crew for a pirate captain just starting out.
Moria stood tall in front of them, voice carrying over the crashing surf. “Out there, the world’s full of monsters,” he said. “But we’re from Wano, we were born in hell and trained by devils! Remember that!”
Cheers broke out across the dock, blades raised skyward in salute.
Hyogoro watched from nearby, pride softening his expression as he approached the towering young man.
“You’ve got the spirit for it,” Hyogoro said, smiling.
Moria turned toward him and gave a deep bow. “I owe you everything, old man. You taught me how to fight and gave me a proper home,” He grinned. “Now I’m gonna go make something of myself!”
Hyogoro chuckled, clapping a heavy hand on Moria’s arm. “Then go show the world what a son of Wano looks like. Just… try not to sink the ship.”
Moria laughed, loud and proud. “Of course, it’s my pride and joy!”
X
A few paces away, Hikaru stood with Ushimaru near The Royal Fortune.
Opposed to Moria’s…rambunctious, so to speak, deck, Hikaru’s was silent.
Only his four retainers remained—Dogstorm, Cat-Viper, Kawamatsu, and Onimaru—each busy with their own duties. The breeze rolled in from the coast, carrying the scent of pine, steel, and distant salt.
Ushimaru turned to face his student.
“You’ve done well,” he said quietly. “I thought I was teaching a swordsman. Turns out I was raising a man.”
Hikaru gave a faint smile.
Ushimaru stepped forward and unfastened a cloth bundle from beneath his coat. Slowly, reverently, he unwrapped it.
What emerged was a sword that radiated presence, even while sheathed.
The saya was bold, striped in rich plum and soft pink, with a striking white band wrapped in a diamond pattern near the koiguchi.
Gold accents shimmered near the base and cap, engraved with subtle motifs. The tsuka was wrapped in royal violet ito over black diamonds, tightly bound for a perfect grip.
Its tsuba was shaped like a four-pronged crest, blackened with gold edges, forming the silhouette of a crescent in full bloom.
It was a cursed blade for both its enemies and its owner.
“This,” Ushimaru said, “is the Nidai Kitetsu.”
Hikaru’s brows lifted. One of the twenty-one Ō Wazamono blades.
Cursed. Renowned. Feared.
“I had to pull more strings than I care to admit,” Ushimaru muttered. “Big favors owed, but that’s all besides the point, isn’t it? I wasn’t going to let you go out there with anything less than the best.”
He extended it toward him, two hands offering the weapon.
“It’s yours.”
Hikaru stared at the blade for a long moment. Then he bowed his head and took it gently.
“I won’t dishonor it.”
Ushimaru gave a tired smile. “It’s certainly not your honor I’m worried about.”
He exhaled. “Kitetsu blades are very much alive in their own way. They’ll protect you if you’re worthy, prove not to be, and they’ll ruin everything you touch.”
Hikaru nodded solemnly. “Sounds like a bad relationship.”
Ushimaru snorted. “Sounds like most of mine.”
Then the older man’s hand reached out and gripped Hikaru’s shoulder. Not like a master. Not even like a mentor. Like a father.
“I know you’ve left Wano before. But this journey would be an even longer one.”
Ushimaru’s voice dropped.
“Look after yourself. I don’t care what title they give you out there. Pirate. Swordsman. Monster. To me, you’ll always be my boy. The son I never had.”
The words lingered between them.
Then finally, Hikaru gave a slow nod.
“…I’ll return stronger.”
“Damn right you will,” Ushimaru said, voice cracking slightly.
The two of them stood side by side, wind tugging at their cloaks, the Nidai Kitetsu glinting faintly in the sun.
The next chapter of the world was waiting.
X
A shadow crossed the deck.
It was Kawamatsu, arms behind his back, posture as calm as ever. He gave a small bow, then spoke with crisp formality.
“All the seastone cuffs have been secured in the lower hold. Lined in treated wood, as you requested.”
His gaze flicked toward the ship’s bow. “The raw seastone has been safely stored in reinforced crates, away from the munitions.”
Hikaru gave a short nod. “Good.”
From the other side of the ship, Dogstorm’s booming voice echoed across the planks.
“Sails tied, ballast adjusted. She’s ready to catch the first wind!”
Beside him, Cat-Viper grinned with fangs showing. “Let’s see how far she makes it without me at the helm.”
“You’re not the helmsman,” Dogstorm snapped, tail flicking in irritation.
“Neither are you!”
Kawamatsu let the argument pass without comment. “We await your signal, Hikaru-sama.”
Behind them, Onimaru leapt down from a stack of crates, landing in silence. His white fox form padded over and curled near the mast, one eye trained on the horizon.
Hikaru glanced over the edge of the railing.
The waters were calm.
The wind had shifted.
He turned to his crew.
“Raise the anchor.”
He exhaled once, slow and certain.
“We leave before the next tide.”
The roar of the ocean deepened as the first anchor broke the surface. Water cascaded off the chain like silver rain.
From the opposite dock, Moria’s booming voice echoed across the cove. “Haul it up, damn it! Don’t make me leave without the lot of you!”
His men scrambled in rhythm, ropes tightening, sails beginning to billow under the breath of the wind. The Black Pearl creaked, its hull moaning like an old beast waking from slumber.
Across the harbor, the Royal Fortune followed suit. Kawamatsu steadied the helm with practiced grace. The sails unfurled—white and silver under the sun—and the crescent flag of the Amatsuki clan caught the light, shining like a second moon.
Along the shoreline, samurai, yakuza, and villagers had gathered—some cheering, some silent. They stood shoulder to shoulder, warriors and civilians alike, watching two ships carry away the future.
Hyogoro and Ushimaru stood at the front, trying not to cry.
The first wind struck, and both ships began to move.
Moria’s ship led, cutting through the water like a black leviathan. Hikaru’s schooner followed. The twin wakes rippled outward, the waves carrying fragments of Wano’s farewell.
From the Black Pearl, Moria turned to shout across the water. “Oi, Hikaru!”
Hikaru looked up from the deck.
Moria raised a hand in a mock salute, his grin wide. “Don’t die too fast, Moon-boy! I still plan to beat you someday!”
Hikaru smirked, wind tossing his hair. “You’ll need more flowers for that.”
Their laughter carried on the sea breeze.
The harbor began to shrink behind them.
They passed through the outer ridge, where cliffs rose like walls and waterfalls poured from the heavens. The air grew heavy with mist as the twin ships approached the infamous ascent, the only entrance and exit to Wano.
Dogstorm braced at the helm. “Currents ahead!”
Kawamatsu’s voice rose above the roar. “Steady! Keep her nose pointed with the stream!”
Hikaru gripped the railing, the roar of the sea hammering his ears. The Royal Fortune climbed, drawn upward by the reverse current, its hull trembling against the surge.
Beside them, Moria’s galleon surged up the neighboring stream, its violet sails thrashing like wings.
Both ships rose through the mist, two silhouettes against the sun.
The mist cleared.
Sunlight broke through in radiant beams, cutting through the haze and bathing the twin ships in gold as they crested the waterfall’s peak. Below them, the world plummeted into a spiraling ocean abyss: Wano’s final test before the sea.
Hikaru stood near the prow, his fingers tightening around the railing.
He remembered the first time he stood here.
Alone. No crew. No real plan.
No ship, just a single koi fish, he used until he found a pirate crew from which he stole the ship. He had tried taming the beast with Conqueror’s Haki. Failed miserably. Ended up punching it until it listened.
He named it Nemo. And oddly… he missed that stubborn fish.
But this time wasn’t the same.
This time, he wasn’t only.
And the waterfall wasn’t going to make this easy.
Suddenly, the roar beneath them deepened.
“THE CURRENT’S DROPPING!”
“WE’RE LOSING STABILITY—!”
“I CAN’T SEE THE WATERLINE!”
Chaos cracked through the deck like a whip.
The Royal Fortune tilted dangerously, and Kawamatsu’s voice thundered from the stern.
“ALL HANDS TO YOUR POSTS! HOLD FAST TO THE LINES!”
He spun the helm with a grimace, boots braced wide.
“I need SAIL CONTROL, NOW! Cat-Viper, TRIM THE MIZZEN! Dogstorm, TIGHTEN THAT MAINSTAY!”
Retainers stumbled into motion. The sails whipped violently, half-wrung by crosswinds. Ropes went taut, snapping back with dangerous force.
Someone screamed. Onimaru leapt down from the mast to steady a tilting barrel with his shoulder.
“WE’RE GOING TO TIP!”
“KAWA-SAMAAA!”
Panic rose like floodwater.
And then, Hikaru moved.
He stepped forward, and his voice rang out with steel-like clarity.
“Silence.”
The deck stilled.
His coat flared in the wind, his hand already on his hilt.
“Kawamatsu. Point us straight down the stream. Hold that wheel steady until your fingers bleed. I’ll handle the rest.”
The fishman didn’t hesitate. “Understood.”
Geppo.
In the blink of an eye, Hikaru launched upward, his feet hammering against the air as he climbed into the sky above the mast, above the chaos.
From here, he saw the waterfall’s furious descent. A wall of spiraling current and sheer gravity.
He exhaled once.
Then, he slashed.
A compressed arc of wind burst from his blade, slicing ahead into the drop.
It carved the flow just enough, split the stream, redirected the momentum, slowed the death spiral by a heartbeat.
And that was all they needed.
The Royal Fortune plunged.
The Black Pearl tipped next. Moria’s crew shouted, hands gripping rails and ropes, faces pale as the world vanished beneath them. Moria bared his teeth, feet planted wide on the deck.
“Kishishishi… come on, then! Let’s see if you can kill us!”
The waterfall swallowed both ships.
Water surged upward like a beast's breath, the wind shrieking around them. Masts bowed, sails snapped like whips, and the air grew thick with salt and thunder.
Moria roared across the sky. “Get your heads down!”
He slammed his massive blade into the air ahead of the ship.
A cross-slash of wind and pressure arced forward, blasting apart the air just beneath the prow of the Black Pearl, creating a pocket of slowed wind resistance. It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t gentle.
But it worked.
The twin ships crashed down into the sea below.
The sound was deafening.
Spray shot skyward like a geyser. Wood shuddered. Masts screamed. But they didn’t break.
The Royal Fortune bounced once, twice, then leveled, cutting a clean path forward. The Black Pearl hit harder, the heavier vessel plowing through the waves before settling into the rhythm of the open ocean.
Silence fell.
Then—
“HOOOOO!!!” roared Moria’s crew, erupting in laughter and cheers, pumping fists and blades into the air. Some dropped to their knees. Others howled like animals.
They had survived the descent.
On the Royal Fortune, Dogstorm let out a long breath, ears flattening as he steadied the wheel. Cat-Viper fell onto his back, laughing into the sails.
“We’re alive?! We really are blessed!”
Hikaru landed lightly on the railing, his blade already sheathed. He glanced back at the waterfall and exhaled.
Moria’s ship veered right, taking the wind at a different angle.
He stood tall on the prow of the Black Pearl, arms crossed, coat snapping around him. He called across the sea with one final grin.
“This is where we part, Hikaru! Let’s see who makes the world tremble first!”
Hikaru raised a hand.
“May the sea show you mercy. You’ll need it.”
The waves rolled between them, vast and endless.
Then the two ships turned—
And drifted apart.
X
Sunlight returned to the harbor.
And far above the cove—on the highest ridge where the view could stretch to the very ends of the sea—two old swordsmen stood in silence.
Ushimaru’s arms were crossed. Hyogoro stood beside him, his hands behind his back, eyes locked on the horizon. Neither man said anything for a long while.
Just the wind. Just the sea.
Then—
Both their heads snapped toward the forest entrance.
A low rumble echoed from the forest below, faint at first, then louder. And louder. And louder.
Both men straightened at once.
Hyogoro’s brow furrowed. “Boar?”
“Too fast,” Ushimaru muttered. “And too loud.”
The ground began to tremble, birds scattering from the treeline as the sound grew closer.
Branches snapped, footsteps pounded, and something massive was barreling through the woods, if the trees that were falling rapidly were any indication.
Both swordsmen’s hands drifted instinctively to their hilts.
The sound drew nearer—closer—until a single, drawn-out bellow shattered the tension:
“HIKARUUUUUUU!”
The two exchanged a blink.
“WHERE IS HIKARU!!!”
Charging down the path, hair wild, kimono flaring, expression stricken with disbelief and heartache, came a man they both hadn’t wanted to see in this exact moment.
Kozuki Oden.
Face flushed with fury.
Swords at his hip.
Voice raw with pain.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
X
A/N: Kaido and Orochi create secret exits from Wano to ensure their people can enter and leave safely without dealing with a massive waterfall that was partially responsible for an amnesiac Big Mom.
However, without their influence, and considering Wano’s closed border status, it doesn’t really make sense for any secret exits to exist at this point in time.
Maybe later on, Hikaru will go on to create some.
[Big Mom Slander]
