akazome sakura.
If we are talking about the cursed blade with the highest quality, it would undoubtedly be sandai kitetsu, but if we are talking about the most intense demonic nature, then if akazome sakura claims second place, no one would dare claim first.
Thirty years ago, there was once a swordsman of akazome sakura, but unfortunately, he could not control the cursed blade.
In a single night, the blade of akazome sakura was stained with the blood of thousands, none of whom were weaklings.
This incident was both widely known and obscure; it was widely known because it involved thousands of people, and it was obscure because most of those who knew about it were dead.
Only a few people on the side of the Whitebeard Pirates knew about this, and Whitebeard was one of them.
A normal person would be controlled by this cursed blade just by carrying it, and even top-tier powerhouses would not dare to draw and wield it.
Kizaru did not know about this; he only knew that it was a famous cursed blade.
If he had known, let alone giving it to Chinatsu, he would definitely have broken it on the spot.
At this moment, Whitebeard’s Murakumogiri and Chinatsu’s akazome sakura collided.
This was a duel between weapons; one was a Great Grade Sword, and the other was the strongest cursed blade.
The surrounding sea was trembling because of it.
As the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Whitebeard exerted a sudden burst of strength, using pure power to send akazome sakura flying out of Chinatsu’s hand, and the tremors affecting the sea vanished.
“Thanks.
This cursed blade is truly too evil; I was caught off guard by it just because I lost focus for a second,” Chinatsu said to Whitebeard while rubbing the wrist of the hand she had just used to hold the sword.
“Kid, facing this blade, it is already quite impressive that you weren’t affected mentally.
As for wanting to truly control this blade, I suggest you go and specifically train your swordsmanship; it might be helpful.” Whitebeard laughed as he set his Murakumogiri aside and sat back down in his seat.
The surrounding members of the Whitebeard Pirates slowly let out a sigh of relief; based on that reaction, they had thought something major was about to happen…
“As expected of Pops!!!” The pirates admired Whitebeard even more, while Chinatsu silently picked up the scabbard, pulled akazome sakura out of the deck, and sheathed it once again.
“I say, I am a Marine, after all.
Isn’t it bad for you to help me like this?” “Hmm?
Gurararara, kid, no one has ever told me what to do.
I act entirely according to my own whims because I am a pirate!” Whitebeard laughed even more heartily after hearing Chinatsu’s words.
Hearing these words from Whitebeard, Chinatsu fell into a brief silence, lost in thought.
“Thanks, Whitebeard.” After saying this, Chinatsu transformed her entire body into her phoenix form, spread her wings, and flew away from the Whitebeard Pirates ship.
This meeting with Whitebeard had brought quite a shock to Chinatsu.
She was still too weak right now.
Although if she were to force an escape alone, she might be able to get away from an Admiral or one of the Four Emperors by relying on her Devil Fruit Ability, she was not alone anymore.
For example, in the Marineford War, if Ace were to become the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates again, and the convergence of world lines caused the Marineford War to happen again, could my joining alone change the fate of Ace dying in the Marineford War?
Clearly, no.
At the very least, she needed to possess the strength of an Admiral—no, just possessing the strength to fight against one Admiral was not enough; she had to become even stronger.
Chinatsu’s eyes, which had originally looked like a salted fish that had been dead for decades, gradually turned into those of a salted fish that had only been dead for a few days, and there was even a sign that she was about to turn over a new leaf…
East Blue.
Outside a certain village.
Chinatsu traced a map, having wandered through who knows how many places, and finally arrived at her destination.
The dojo where Zoro apprenticed as a child, with the master being “Genzo,” who originated from Wano Country and was, unsurprisingly, a top-tier master swordsman.
Chinatsu wanted to learn swordsmanship systematically; she could either return to Marineford and have Zephyr teach her, or ask Hawkeye for guidance.
The path of asking Hawkeye was 1000% impossible, and regarding having Zephyr teach her, Chinatsu felt that Zephyr must be quite busy right now, so she felt embarrassed to trouble him.
After thinking it over, Chinatsu suddenly remembered this person, and perhaps…
no, he would definitely be of help to her swordsmanship.
Chinatsu walked into the village step by step, and after asking a few local villagers, she finally arrived in front of this dojo.
Goodness, this really wasn’t easy.
Although Chinatsu was not someone with no sense of direction, trying to find such a place based on the subtle information from the anime really took quite a bit of effort on her part.
Chinatsu took a deep breath, raised both hands, and gently patted her cheeks, signaling herself to perk up.
Just as Chinatsu was about to push open the gate of the dojo, a person walked out from behind her, and another walked out from the door directly in front of her that was just opening.
Behind her was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, looking smiley and harmless.
And coming out from inside the dojo in front of Chinatsu was a green-haired boy with a sword in his left hand, one in his right, and a third sword clamped in his mouth.
Behind: Genzo!
In front: Zoro!
“Hmm?
What are you doing here?
Are you here to challenge the dojo?
No, wait, are you also a Three Sword Style swordsman?!” Zoro pulled out the sword he had been holding in his mouth.
At first, he thought Chinatsu had come to challenge the dojo, but when he saw the three swords strapped to Chinatsu’s waist, he instantly became excited.
He was a Three Sword Style swordsman, but this style had never been well-regarded by others, even though he was very strong—stronger than most swordsmen of his generation!
This was the first time he had seen another Three Sword Style swordsman; challenging the dojo or whatever was long forgotten.
“Sorry, I am not a Three Sword Style swordsman; I just happen to use three swords…
Mr.
Genzo, please teach me swordsmanship!” Chinatsu said halfway before turning to look at Genzo behind her, speaking earnestly.
Apprenticeship?
Both Zoro and Genzo were stunned for a moment.
Even Genzo had thought Chinatsu had come to challenge the dojo, because he could sense that Chinatsu was no ordinary person.
Who could have thought she had come to ask for an apprenticeship?
“You, you should be quite strong.
Even without learning swordsmanship, you should have few rivals…” “That is not the case.
Don’t look at me like that; I am actually quite weak.
I get beaten up every single day, and not long ago, I was crushed by an old man.
Right now, I am extremely eager for systematic swordsmanship training!” Chinatsu raised one hand to cover her chest and said very earnestly.
Beaten up every day—yep, beaten by Zephyr.
Crushed by an old man—yep, Whitebeard, the world’s strongest “old man.” Chinatsu was not lying; every word was sincere.
But just these few sentences were obviously not enough to move Genzo.
“Please go back.
Women cannot reach the pinnacle of my school of swordsmanship, and I see that you are also over the age limit; you must begin training before the age of thirteen to…” “I am only eleven!” “Eleven, the age is…
Wait, you are only eleven!” The glasses Genzo was wearing almost fell to the ground, and Zoro, behind Chinatsu, also showed an expression of disbelief.
Chinatsu: “What?
I’m just a little precocious; is that not allowed?
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