Chinatsu looked at the small wooden boat in the distance, unable to help but raise her hand and rub her eyes vigorously.
What the hell?
That guy is…
The world’s strongest swordsman, “Dracule Mihawk,” or Hawkeye for short!
Chinatsu watched this maverick, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
My luck today is just too, too, too “good,” right?
How could I run into a character like this?
Wouldn’t it be better if you just stayed in the “New World”?
What are you doing near Loguetown?
Chinatsu immediately retreated from the deck of the ship and went inside the Marine warship.
She didn’t want to run into Hawkeye.
Although Hawkeye wasn’t exactly a dangerous person, Chinatsu just didn’t want to have any contact with these “high-end, classy, and top-tier” characters.
Who knows what kind of trouble it might drag her into?
Who would have thought that this action of Chinatsu’s would instead attract Hawkeye’s attention?
At the very last moment before Chinatsu’s figure disappeared from the deck of the Marine warship, Hawkeye not only saw Chinatsu, but also saw the three swords she had tucked at her waist.
“Hmm?
A Three Sword Style swordsman?
A Marine warship?
Interesting.” Thinking this, Hawkeye stood up from his seated position.
With just a light leap, he flew several dozen meters, landing on the deck of the Marine warship.
Hearing the sound of the landing, Chinatsu’s heart couldn’t help but tremble.
She quietly poked her head out from inside the warship, and on the spot, her gaze met Hawkeye’s.
Oh my god!
How did you get up here!
This is a Marine warship, even if it is you…
Oh, as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, I guess it’s not a big problem…
Chinatsu gulped, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
However, after thinking for a short while, she finally sighed and accepted the fact.
“Hawkeye, what did you come up here for?” Chinatsu walked out from inside.
Hawkeye looked at Chinatsu, or to be more precise, he was looking at the three swords tucked at her waist.
“The famous sword yubashiri, the cursed blade sandai kitetsu, and another sword that also seems to be a cursed blade.
Little girl, are you a Three Sword Style swordsman?” Hawkeye asked, smiling with interest as he looked at Chinatsu.
“Sorry, I am not a Three Sword Style swordsman, and I wouldn’t even count as a swordsman at all.” Chinatsu looked at Hawkeye vigilantly; she didn’t want to be “targeted” by Hawkeye.
“Haha, cursed blades aren’t something just anyone can use.
Any swordsman who can use a cursed blade without being influenced by it is, without exception, an excellent swordsman.
Even if you aren’t really a swordsman now, you will become an excellent master swordsman in the future.” Hawkeye replied with a smile.
Upon hearing Hawkeye’s words, Chinatsu couldn’t help but lower her head to look at the two cursed blades tucked at her waist.
The sandai kitetsu suddenly began to tremble slightly, and the akazome sakura even gave the feeling that it wanted to fly out of its scabbard.
At the same time, a thought arose in Chinatsu’s heart to draw the cursed blades and fight Hawkeye.
Is this being influenced by the cursed blades?
No, I am not being influenced by them.
Chinatsu slowly exhaled.
Why was she so sure she wasn’t being influenced by the cursed blades?
Because the emotion surging in her heart right now wasn’t “bloodlust,” but a pure “desire to fight.” Suddenly, Chinatsu recalled that the original owner of this body had once lived by Revolutionary Dragon’s side and had been instilled with all kinds of combat knowledge from a young age…
That’s right, the original owner was never someone to be trifled with!
It wasn’t that Chinatsu was being influenced by the cursed blades, but rather by “herself”!
Facing the world’s strongest swordsman, a desire to fight such a powerful enemy welled up in Chinatsu’s heart.
“Mr.
Hawkeye, could you spar with me?
I mean, a spar, not a battle, and definitely not a duel.” Chinatsu closed her eyes and gripped the two swords at her waist with both hands.
“A spar?
You mean a pure swordsmanship duel, the kind without any Haki mixed in?” Hearing Chinatsu’s words, Hawkeye became even more interested in her.
“That’s right.” Chinatsu slowly exhaled and drew the two swords from her waist.
The cursed blade, sandai kitetsu.
The cursed blade, akazome sakura.
Two cursed blades, Two-Sword Style!
“Come on!
World’s strongest master swordsman!” “Interesting.
Then let me see your future.” As Hawkeye spoke, he drew his own weapon from his back—the world’s strongest black blade, “yoru”!
The two looked at each other.
Chinatsu’s pupils constricted, she stepped forward, and charged at Hawkeye.
Chinatsu’s speed was fast, but Hawkeye’s dynamic vision was not inferior.
Within just a breath or two, Chinatsu had already swung her dual blades seven or eight times, yet all of them were easily parried by Hawkeye.
“As expected of Hawkeye, but what about this?!” Chinatsu retreated half a step, pulled both blades back significantly, and then unleashed a burst of force, actually slashing out a wave of sword energy!
An expression of surprise appeared in Hawkeye’s eyes.
After all, mastering sword energy was equivalent to becoming a “master swordsman,” even if this sword energy was still very weak.
In the world of swordsmen, the most important characteristic for an ordinary swordsman to become a master swordsman is to slash out “sword energy,” and this step alone is something many swordsmen cannot achieve even after spending their whole lives.
Hawkeye looked at Chinatsu’s previous swordsmanship; it was clear that this was truly Chinatsu’s first time using a sword, and her technique was extremely crude.
Precisely because of that, it was simply incredible that she could unleash sword energy with such crude swordsmanship.
Chinatsu’s sword energy was easily parried by Hawkeye.
That sword energy erupted upon Hawkeye’s black blade, creating layers of ripples, and her vision was slightly affected as a result.
And at this moment, Chinatsu actually discarded the two cursed blades in her hands, throwing them out like flying knives.
“What?!” Hawkeye didn’t understand this move of Chinatsu’s.
He swung the black blade yoru in his hand to strike at the two incoming cursed blades, very easily knocking them down onto the warship’s deck.
And in that short moment of a single strike, Chinatsu had already approached right in front of Hawkeye, and the famous sword “yubashiri” tucked at her waist was also drawn by Chinatsu while she was approaching.
The famous sword, yubashiri.
Although it was only of the Skillful Grade, and it didn’t have the special effect of absorbing Armament Haki to increase damage like Oden’s sword “Enma,” yubashiri only had one characteristic, and that was “lightness”!
It was far, far lighter than most swords, and therefore the time required to swing it was shorter.
Chinatsu’s yubashiri lunged toward Hawkeye’s body; this strike truly shocked Hawkeye.
A bead of sweat trickled slightly down Hawkeye’s cheek, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The black blade yoru swung with astonishing speed, parrying this “lethal” strike from Chinatsu.
Hawkeye’s eyes were moved, because he had discovered another opponent capable of clashing with him in swordsmanship.
Even if she was just a “seedling” for now, in the future, she might be able to replace Red Hair and become a formidable opponent…