96 The wisdom of giving up names

Style: Gaming Author: Guo QiaosWords: 2545Update Time: 24/01/11 14:22:00
When I came out of the dream, it was already night.

Guina walked around the dojo and saw her gentle and elegant father standing by the pool, his hands shaking constantly. As soon as she got closer, waves of heat surged over him.

"Father, what are you..." She looked at her father in confusion.

She has never seen her father show such a posture.

"I'm sorry, Kuina, I have to learn the family's sword forging skills recently, so I have to ask you to take care of the dojo during this time."

He said this.

Shigetsuki Koushiro inserted his hand into the pool, feeling the cold and warm water wrap his arms tightly, and groaned in comfort.

Forging a knife...is hard work, right?

Guina thought.

After explaining some things to Kuina, Shigetsuki Koushiro returned to the forging room again, facing the intense heat, and started working as a craftsman.

Shigetsuki Kozaburo ignored his son. He had already devoted himself to such things as forging swords.

Because of the lack of tools, many places require manual correction. Human beings are not machines after all, and Shigetsuki Kozaburo is not at his peak, so he has to be careful, no matter how careful, he explodes with his little strength and swings in tons. The power hammer struck the red-hot steel ingot.

Time flies by.

Another seven days passed.

In the forging room, a double-edged sword with a cold light was already taking shape.

"Why double blades, father."

Shigetsuki Koushiro asked cautiously to this old man who had not slept for seven days and nights.

Double-edged swords are rarely popular on the sea, because when people use this double-edged sword, when one side is facing the enemy, the other side will definitely be facing themselves.

At this time, if you cut the enemy with the sword blade and the enemy blocks it with a weapon, if the sword bounces back, you will be in certain danger.

It can be said to be a natural master-devouring demon sword.

"Because it is for kings, Shiro!" Shigetsuki Kozaburo grinned. He inserted the knife into the pool, and a steam filled the air.

"Only the final decoration is left. Let me get some sleep first. Unfortunately, I am only as good as a good sword... I am getting old after all..."

"Father, I dragged you back..." Shigetsuki Koushiro was extremely ashamed.

"It's not your fault. There are always regrets in everything, right?"

Shigetsuki Kozaburo snored, and his plump arms began to shrink again, even looking older than before.

During this sleep, Shigetsuki Kozaburo slept for a whole week before slowly waking up. When he woke up, another thunderous sound came from his abdomen.

He woke up from hunger.

"Meat!"

The huge roar shattered the glass and the door.

Shigetsuki Kozaburo roared subconsciously, hunger constantly impacting his will.

Koushiro Shigetsuki had already prepared, and he saw that food and water were slowly surrounding him.

Looking at these foods, Shigetsuki Kozaburo could no longer care about anything else, so he grabbed these things and stuffed them into his mouth.

He had gone without food or water for two weeks.

He just relied on his strong body to survive.

"Father, you are too crazy to forge a knife."

Hearing Shigetsuki Kozaburo's roar, Koushiro hurried over and said.

Even if a warrior has a strong body, he cannot continue to destroy his body at will.

Shigetsuki Kosaburo ate four to five tons of food before wiping his mouth and having enough energy to talk to Shigetsuki Kosaburo.

"You can't forge a good knife if you don't do this. Only by focusing can you make an excellent blade." He said.

"It's a pity that now, no matter how hard I try, I can't raise my level to the level of Wado Ichimonji."

He looked at his old arms, which had a lot of age spots on them.

"How is Luffy's progress?" he asked again.

"That child has a strong learning ability and has a basic foundation. He has basically understood the skills of a swordsman. The only way forward is to persevere in training and improve his own talent." Shigetsuki Koushiro said.

He didn't expect that Kozaburo Shigezuki, who had never been to the dojo, would care about a pirate's child.

Then he started to think deeply.

That knife...was it specially used to hit that boy?

Wouldn't it be bad to use the demon sword on such a young child?

For blades of the same high grade, one is called a famous sword and the other is called a demon sword. It means that the swords have their own character.

Demon swords are strong swords, and weak people cannot control them.

"Really? Luffy has already learned Shuoyue's sword skills."

Shigetsuki Kozaburo was silent for a moment, wondering whether to leave the journey of the samurai to his granddaughter Koina.

Bushido is a way of subordinates. For the benefit of the monarch, there must be people who are not afraid of sacrifice and who are willing to die for the master.

He stood up slowly and walked through the portal destroyed by the sound waves. Shigetsuki Koushiro followed behind his father.

Shigezuki Kozaburo watched the young swordsmen practice swinging their swords in the courtyard and dojo. Kuina and Zoro were fighting. The green-haired boy's moves were as fierce and fearless as ever, and the sword path was wide open. Together, gushing.

Unfortunately, his strength is still slightly weaker than Kuina's.

Kuina, who has been practicing family swordsmanship since she was a child, is undoubtedly better than the boy Zoro in every aspect.

After all, Bushido like She Mingzhi is not suitable for Kuina.

In comparison, the dual-sword swordsman is more suitable for this path.

"Have they become so strong?" Shigetsuki Kozaburo was a little surprised.

"Yes, Luffy seems to have given them a lot of physical training, which has made their strength and combat experience improve by leaps and bounds." Shigetsuki Koushiro said.

That's right, that is Garp's grandson after all.

Shigetsuki Kozaburo nodded slightly.

Presumably, Garp taught Luffy many secret techniques.

Kuina is an undoubted genius swordsman. If she were not a girl, Shigetsuki Kozaburo believed that she could reach the top.

But Kuina is a girl, and her goal is not just to become a powerful swordsman, such a simple goal, but to be the best swordsman in the world, to reach the top.

Kozaburo Shigezuki doesn't know if he can achieve such a goal, because there have been powerful female swordsmen in history, but there have never been female swordsmen who were powerful enough to reach the top... Kuina, you have such a great ambition... Why... is she born as a girl?

He looked away from his granddaughter with complicated eyes.

If Kuina is a boy, then she...he must be able to recreate the dragon-slaying legend eight hundred years ago, right?

The girl had keen eyesight. She saw her grandfather looking at her out of the corner of her eye, so she decided to win beautifully.

The next second, Hedao knocked Zoro's swords away with just one word.

"You're still far away!" The girl raised her head proudly, revealing her beautiful swan neck.

But his grandfather's eyes shifted to Sauron.

"Human beings are timid precisely because they cherish their own bodies!"

"Abandoning the name, throwing away the wisdom, then emptying the head and cutting it over, this is the path of Shura, and this is the wisdom of giving up the name."

The old samurai said this as he passed by Sauron and went back to the forging room.

That sword still has one last step to complete.

The young king will not stay here for long. As he embarks on a new journey, give him the sword with both hands.

Kuina held the hand of Hedao Yiji, her head lowered slightly, and an emotion called jealousy was born in her heart.

She looked up at the blue sky and tried her best to swallow back the tears that had emerged.

The nails have sunk into the flesh.

It doesn't matter, Kuina, I will prove myself, I can definitely become the number one swordsman!

I won't cry anymore!

"She Mingzhi...?" Sauron looked at the old man's retreating back with some confusion.

He turned around and saw that there was no trace of color on Guina's face.

Her hair covered half of her face, and she raised her head coldly and proudly, with an air of independence and aloofness.