One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

And so, he made his way to the foot of the mountain and finally saw the so-called Yixin Dojo.

The dojo wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't small for the village, especially the training ground outside where dozens of children were practicing swordsmanship.

Despite the villagers who came to report the news being extremely anxious, Koushirou remained unmoved and insisted on finishing the lesson.

Even Zoro and Kuina, who had run off halfway through, were now standing obediently in the group, following along with the movements again and again.

If you look closely, you'll also notice a large bump on Zoro's head, which means he was probably beaten up by Koushirou.

In addition, there were a smaller number of adult disciples nearby, who were staring at Abel with hostile eyes.

It seemed that Koushirou was not allowing them to make a move, which made them look somewhat resentful.

Abel saw that the other person was focused on teaching, so he did not disturb him.

He found a random spot outside the dojo, sat down cross-legged, and held Baby-5 in his arms the whole time.

The little girl is a bit exhausted and will probably need to sleep for a day or two.

The others were quite surprised to see that Abel had not done anything impolite and was simply sitting outside quietly waiting.

However, this did ease the tension somewhat.

Ultimately, it seems the other side didn't do anything, but they immediately treated them as slave traders, acting as if they wanted to kill them.

Of course, when it comes to challenging Isshin Dojo, they are absolutely 100% on Koushirou's side!

An hour passed while they waited.

"Everyone else, take a break. Zoro and Kuina, as punishment, you two will continue training for an extra hour."

"is teacher."

Although reluctant, Zoro could only grit his teeth and continue training, as could Kuina.

Finally, Koushirou looked outside for the first time at the 'challenger' who was sitting cross-legged, his expression still calm, without the slightest hint of anxiety or impatience.

"Young man, are you here to learn swordsmanship?"

Koushirou was over 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, even appearing somewhat thin. He had a smiling face and asked in a very gentle tone.

There wasn't a hint of tension or hostility between them.

Abel noticed a symbol printed on his clothes: two red swords crossed together, which was the symbol of the Shimotsuki family of Wano Country.

Abel stood up and walked towards the dojo. "I'd like to experience the swordsmanship of the Shimotsuki family first, and see if it's as powerful as the rumors say."

It wasn't Isshin Dojo, nor Koushirou, but specifically mentioned the Shimotsuki family.

Koushirou glanced down at the family crest on his clothes and roughly understood what the other person meant.

"Young man, are you from beyond the East Sea?"

"Indeed, I came to this place by chance."

Koushirou immediately recalled the streak of light that had recently streaked across the sky, and knew that if he didn't show some real skill today, things would not end well.

"Then it seems that what happened before was indeed just a misunderstanding."

"On behalf of everyone, as well as my worthless disciple and daughter, I apologize to you."

Abel shook his head. "Forget the apology, can we begin?"

"In that case, please come inside with me."

Before entering the museum, Koushirou said to the villagers outside, "Thank you for your kindness, and please leave now."

"You too, no one is allowed to come near me without my permission."

After driving away the villagers, Koushirou's words were naturally directed at his disciples.

Because the people who came to 'challenge' us today are completely different from those in the past; this is not a battle they can observe.

This immediately dampened the enthusiasm of the disciples, who had been eager to see their teacher make a move again.

Upon entering the building, Abel looked around and then placed Baby-5 in the outermost corner.

"Actually, you could put the child in the room inside."

Koushirou made the suggestion in a gentle and kind manner.

"Thank you, but I won't let her out of my sight."

"I understand, is she your sister?"

"I guess so. I promised her I would never abandon her for the rest of my life."

"That's right. To have such a sense of responsibility at such a young age, he's a real man."

"Let's wrap up the small talk here, shall we begin?"

"Anytime is fine, but since it's a friendly spar, how about using wooden swords?"

Abel frowned. "Are you kidding me? Are you just trying to fool me?"

Koushirou sighed helplessly, went inside, took out his sword, and returned to Abel.

Seeing that he wasn't being fooled with a wooden knife, Abel's expression softened somewhat.

"Koushin, head of the Isshin Dojo, his sword is... Wado Ichimonji. Please give me your guidance."

"Gustavus Abel, unaffiliated with any sect or school, wields a sword... Onimaru. Please enlighten me."

Abel, having taken off his suit, also introduced himself, just like the other man. Of course, there was no need to mention the Don Quixote family at this point, as they were not from the same circle at all.

Then, seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, Abel said first, "Swords have no eyes, I'm going to draw my sword."

Koushirou nodded slightly, ready to proceed.

But Abel stood still, motionless.

Wasn't he going to draw his sword?

Koushirou's expression suddenly turned serious. When the blade behind him silently slashed towards him, he seemed to have a premonition and took a step to the side, precisely avoiding the attack.

Then, the Wado Ichimonji in his hand was drawn like lightning, heading straight for his opponent.

Abel was greatly surprised. Ever since he created Dark Breathing: First Form: Shadow Strike, every enemy who had never seen this move had suffered a great loss, and many had even lost their lives because of it.

Koushirou was the first to dodge and immediately launch a counterattack.

How is it done?

Did you notice it from the very beginning?

Have you seen a similar move before?

Abel quickly withdrew and backed away, his face full of confusion.

Chapter 225 Where the heart is severed, nothing remains unbroken

"Strange phenomenon? No... what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Seeing Abel quickly retreat, Koushirou didn't pursue him relentlessly, but instead stood there and asked a question out of curiosity.

"This is the first sword technique I created, called Shadow Strike. How did you see through it?"

Abel did not immediately launch another attack; he was eager to know the answer.

But Koushirou shook his head and said, "I couldn't see through it, but I sensed it the moment you stood behind me and drew your sword."

Abel clearly didn't understand.

Koushirou didn't mind teaching this young man a lesson, so he continued, "I have a hidden sword technique that you might want to learn from. Watch carefully."

After saying that, Koushirou strode forward and made a gesture as if to slash down with his sword.

But to Abel, his hands were empty.

No! How could I have such a thought?

Abel woke up with a start and immediately jumped back to escape the opponent's attack range. Only then did he realize that Koushirou had been holding the Wado Ichimonji in his hand the whole time.

"An illusion? Or a delusion?"

At this point, Koushirou explained, "Hiding a knife means hiding not only the knife, but also the intention."

"meaning?"

Abel frowned, recalling what had just happened.

Why did he assume the other person didn't have a knife?

It felt like an invisible force had hypnotized me.

Is this what affects my senses?

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood what swordsmanship was.

This made him very irritated.

"Come again!"

Abel forcibly suppressed his agitation, then stopped probing and immediately unleashed his true abilities, engaging Koushirou in battle.

The White Demon unleashed his swordsmanship, forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, along with the Crescent Moon Sword Technique taught to him by Diamanti, and three sword techniques he created himself.

But no matter how he changed his tactics, Koushirou was always able to catch them steadily and counterattack.

This is no longer a difference in strength; it's a crushing defeat in terms of swordsmanship.

It's like a small-town test-taker who got the top score on the college entrance exam discussing how to solve a problem with a real mathematician. The test-taker is thinking about how to get the correct answer in the fastest way without losing points, while the mathematician enjoys the whole thought process and then leads to more meaningful questions.

"Okay, that's enough for today."

After forcing Abel to retreat once again, Koushirou suddenly sheathed his sword and stood still.

Abel was already preparing to unleash the [Infinite One-Slash], but was stopped by his opponent. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to give up.

He came to witness the other's swordsmanship, not to make an enemy.

When the "Infinite One-Slash" skill is used, it becomes a scene that not only determines the winner but also decides life and death.

Moreover, he had to admit that his swordsmanship was indeed far inferior to his opponent's.