Sword Landing

Bad People, Good Swords
It was a rather uneventful day in for the most part. The morning sun had come and trading had begun in the square. Marines had made their natural patrols in the area. Following the Grand Line invasion incident, patrols had been increased significantly, to the point where the entirety of the island is a bit too safe. The reflexes of the Marines were growing dull, and lack of activity made their presence worse off to the common citizen. After all, now they felt like the victim.

That is, until a specific incident roared at port. A number of amateur Pirates had attempted to raid a merchant's ship. They possessed surprisingly high-quality weapons, and their forces were large enough that they had almost managed to run off with the ship in tow. That is, before the Marines entered. They were all in an organized line, and quickly made their way to protect the civilians. However, they did not board the ship themselves.

A single Marine woman leaped from a nearby roof and landed on the ship alone. She carried a large metal case with her, filled to the brim with various types of weapons. Spears, axes, swords, daggers. Anything you could name was within that case. This Marine was the Captain, Lambert Cecilia. She landed the case on the ground, taking out a single spear, before dashing forward to the Pirates on the ship.

Her movements were elegant, precise, and strong. With every step, she swung her spear towards a Pirate, felling them in a single blow. Again and again, she swung and thrusted her spear gracefully, destroying her enemies. What took her by surprise, however, was not the weakness of her opponents, but the strength of their blades. No ordinary weapons were able to stand up to the Lambert Family's weapons, and yet here were numerous blades that stood up to their power.

Just who was the creator of these swords? Cecilia needed to figure this out, as soon as possible.

Several hours passed, and the Pirates in question were thrown into the local jail, ready to be shipped out into a proper correctional facility. Before Cecilia had let them go, she had asked the leader of this rag-tag group of Pirates. "Who made your weapons? They are all much higher quality than buffoons like you can afford. Was it a local job?"

"I dunno! This fuckin' kid came up ta' me and asked if I wanna try some friggin' weapons! They were 'aight so I bought 'em by stealin' from a rich kid!" The Pirate grunted. His breath reeked of alcohol, and he was barely in any condition to be near a Marine.

"I guess it's useless asking you." Cecilia sighed, motioning to take the man away.

As the local Marine officers took the man away, Cecilia looked upon the swords on the ground. They were all individual weapons. One was a katana, another was a broadsword, dagger, shamshir and the like. Cecilia picked up the katana and looked at its craftsmanship more carefully. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn't grasp exactly what it was...