“Little girl, do you know what k allind of sword this is?!” “Oh, this?
sandai kitetsu?” “You know what it is and you still want this sword?!” The shopkeeper was shocked.
This was a cursed sword, after all.
Every sword in the Kitetsu line was a fine blade, but the wielder would be cursed.
Some wielders died miserable deaths without even knowing what happened.
Absolutely do not use a cursed sword, especially a Kitetsu!
This was a rule almost every swordsman knew.
The shopkeeper thought that by bringing up the story of the Kitetsu, he could scare this reckless little girl into putting the sword down, but he never expected Chinatsu to remain completely unmoved.
“Hmm…
It looks nice, but you say this thing is ominous?
Hold on, let me show you something.” Chinatsu slowly set the sandai kitetsu down and reached out to grab the cursed sword “akazome sakura” she had tucked at her waist.
As Chinatsu moved the sword from her waist, akazome sakura instantly emitted a bone-chilling aura.
sandai kitetsu?
shodai kitetsu would be more like it; what kind of little brother is sandai kitetsu?
Before akazome sakura was even drawn from its scabbard, the aura of the cursed sword it exuded had already surpassed that of the sandai kitetsu.
The shopkeeper was stunned.
Who could have imagined that such a pitiable-looking young girl would be a wielder of a cursed sword?
“Compared to my sword, sandai kitetsu is actually not bad.
Shopkeeper, sell this sword to me.” Chinatsu said with a smile.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed helplessly.
He truly had not expected that the cursed sword, which had been dormant in his shop for so long, would end up in the hands of a little girl.
Previously, countless swordsmen had come to this shop and discovered the sandai kitetsu, but as soon as the shopkeeper told them the sword’s origin and identity, those swordsmen would immediately give up on it, and some would even feel fear for the hands they had just used to hold it.
“Wait a moment.” After saying this, the shopkeeper turned and walked into the back of the shop.
A moment later, he returned with a long sword in a simple, sleek white scabbard.
“yubashiri.
This is a family heirloom.
Girl, I can see you’re no ordinary swordsman.
Since you dare to wield a cursed sword, take this famous sword with you as well.” The shopkeeper’s attitude was very firm, and Chinatsu didn’t hesitate.
After all, her purpose in coming here was for this “sandai kitetsu” and the “famous sword yubashiri.” Taking the yubashiri from the shopkeeper, Chinatsu nodded slightly to him.
After paying, she turned and left the weapons shop.
Her departure from the shop attracted quite a lot of attention again.
Although many people were still focused on Chinatsu’s appearance, quite a few were intimidated by the three swords tucked at her waist.
Three Sword Style…
Seeing herself in this state, Chinatsu immediately thought of the Three Sword Style Zoro from the original story.
One sword in the left hand, one in the right, and one held in the mouth—that was the Three Sword Style.
“How about…
I try Three Sword Style too?” Chinatsu muttered to herself, her mind beginning to conjure up the scene of her opening her mouth and holding a sword.
The moment she imagined it, she immediately dismissed the idea.
No!
No!
No!
How could I possibly use Three Sword Style?
Two-Sword Style is already good enough.
Fighting with a sword in my mouth?
Absolutely not!
Chinatsu shook her head.
Zoro’s Three Sword Style was something only Zoro could pull off.
In reality, Chinatsu couldn’t understand at all how Zoro managed the Three Sword Style.
How do you exert force with a sword in my mouth?
Zoro’s jaw strength must be incredible, and when swinging the third sword in his mouth, wouldn’t his head have to swing along with it?
Wouldn’t that mess up his vision?
Although, it is said that later on, he could compensate with Observation Haki…
Chinatsu decided that in the future, she would just be an ordinary One-Sword Style swordsman, or at most, use Two-Sword Style.
Besides, she couldn’t even be called a swordsman yet.
Chinatsu walked casually through the streets of Loguetown.
She should be “resting” now, but she didn’t feel relaxed; instead, she felt a sense of emptiness from having nothing to do.
Oh my god, could it be that being oppressed so often has given me “corporate slave disease”?!
(Corporate slave disease: A condition resulting from frequent high-intensity work, leading to a distorted perception of working hours, salary, etc.
After contracting this condition, one might easily say things like: “I’ve only worked for 12 hours, my shift isn’t over yet!” or “Wow, I only worked overtime 10 times this month; with the overtime pay, I actually made 3000!”) Thinking of this, Chinatsu suddenly covered her head with both hands.
She couldn’t catch this strange disease; otherwise, she would be stuck with a 996 schedule every day in the future!
“I need to relax~ I need to relax~ I need to relax~ Hmm, I’ve relaxed.” Chinatsu suddenly stopped, closed her eyes, focused her energy, took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, and repeated this seven or eight times.
She felt she had “relaxed.” Right, back to Foosha Village!
Chinatsu stretched her body and walked towards the port of Loguetown.
But before she had walked many steps, a violent explosion suddenly erupted not far behind her.
Bang!!!!!!
Chinatsu turned around abruptly.
A crowd of citizens was running from the direction of the explosion.
The surrounding noise was deafening, but after Chinatsu used Observation Haki, two words appeared clearly in her mind.
“Pirates”!
“Someone is actually causing chaos in Loguetown?
Don’t they know Loguetown is the entrance to the Grand Line and is heavily guarded?” Although Chinatsu muttered this, her feet “disobeyed” her and moved towards the direction of the explosion.
Good grief, I definitely have corporate slave disease…
Chinatsu closed her eyes heavily, tears in her heart.
With the activation of “Soru!”, she arrived near the scene of the explosion.
She saw a man with messy hair fighting a white-haired man with two swords.
Chinatsu didn’t recognize the messy-haired man, but the white-haired man…
wasn’t that Smoker?
“Hahahaha!!!
The Marine are just a bunch of trash, they are no match for me!” The messy-haired man shouted while wildly swinging the two swords in his hands.
Wherever the two swords struck, not only would a cut appear, but two, three, four…
The attacks he dealt would eventually react on the target with multiplied effects.
This was undoubtedly the power of a Devil Fruit!
At this moment, Smoker had not yet eaten a Devil Fruit, and his martial arts skills were not as refined as in the original timeline, so he was being pushed back by his opponent, looking quite disheveled.
“Damn it, his attack patterns are chaotic, like a mad dog, but a single hit from him would cause a fatal wound.
To think I’m being suppressed by someone like this…
If only I had power too…” Smoker clutched the wound on his abdomen caused by his opponent, and he was cornered.
Smoker was in a desperate situation!