I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

Improving aptitude is something that happens more noticeably to those with less natural talent.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 8 It smells so good

"It seems that Dick's flames are even more magical than I imagined," Koushirou thought in surprise.

"Perhaps, Kuina's dream really might come true."

Koushirou felt a mix of emotions.

He knows best what Kuina desires to be the world's strongest swordsman.

Therefore, as he watched Dick and Kuina embrace in front of him, their faces displaying expressions that could be misunderstood, Koushirou's resistance gradually decreased.

Especially after comparing it with the performance of a certain directionally challenged person with a green algae-like appearance.

"Ha, ha," Zoro said, seizing every second of training, not wanting to fall too far behind.

He will never admit defeat.

Koushirou shook his head and sighed.

Zoro, you've already lost.

No, with Zoro's slow-witted nature, he had no idea that a battle had ended before it even began.

"Hey, Kuina, watch your manners!" Koushirou yelled.

“Oh,” Guina lowered her legs off Dick’s waist.

Her face was flushed, and she was breathing slightly heavily.

Improving one's qualifications feels so good, 10 times better than soaking in a hot spring, I can't help myself.

Koushiro: (ˉ▽ˉ;)

That's why he always felt it was dangerous.

Koushirou was gritting his teeth when he suddenly thought of something.

He carefully examined his right hand and let out another cold snort.

That wicked little devil Dick really ate something extraordinary.

Dick slowly approached Koushirou, whose face was ashen.

"teacher."

"No, I wouldn't dare accept that," Koushirou said indifferently.

"Teacher, my flames have some effect on the body. I see you're not feeling well. How about I help you clear your blockages?"

Improve qualifications.

Koushirou almost agreed.

No swordsman can stop improving their talent, just as no sword master doesn't yearn for the title of the world's strongest sword master.

By improving his qualifications and other abilities, he can continue to strive for the title of the world's strongest swordsman.

This is undeniably tempting for a swordsman.

In particular, Koushirou's strength had long since reached its peak and could not be improved any further.

However, Koushirou understood that if he agreed, then he would have no grounds or right to oppose Kuina and Dick's relationship.

Koushirou's face alternated between pale and green, and then turned a deep liver color.

He completely lacked his usual calm and composed master demeanor.

Koushirou also encountered his natural enemy.

Even a master like him can easily break down when he encounters Dick.

Dick stepped forward, flames igniting in his hands and bursting into flames.

(No, my Kuina is the most important person, Dick, you can't defile me.)

Just as Koushirou was about to say that, he suddenly realized that he was kneeling on the ground, quietly bathing in the flames.

No, how could he accept it? How could he possibly accept it?

Koushirou was filled with shame.

Koushirou, Koushirou, is improving your strength more important than your daughter's happiness?

Where is your samurai dignity? Where is your swordsman's honor? Where is your responsibility as a father?

An overwhelming sense of satisfaction followed. As the flames expanded and deepened, Koushirou discovered that the bottleneck that had plagued him for years had loosened. He also gained new insights into the way of the sword.

With a few more attempts, Koushirou is confident he can take it a step further.

Never mind, if Kuina is willing, it's about Dick.

Perhaps, maybe, possibly, it's not impossible.

But if Kuina disagrees, he will absolutely stop her, even if it means committing seppuku.

Well, that's it.

One and a half years later.

In the spacious courtyard, two agile figures clashed repeatedly.

With skillful technique, the wooden knife in his hand was used to perform a variety of movements.

The clanging and banging were so fast that ordinary people couldn't even see them.

collapse.

Even with a wooden sword, Kuina easily chopped down a small tree about the size of a bowl, and Dick was equally formidable.

With a powerful chop, the 30-centimeter-thick stone snapped in two.

The two men moved quickly, sharply, and simply, each move striking the opponent's weaknesses.

That is to say, both of them were wearing training clothes, and Kuina's physical condition was already completely different.

Otherwise, if Kuina had been stabbed even once before the procedure, she would have been dead.

Boom.

When wooden swords clashed together, sparks flew.

With lightning speed, the wooden sword pierced through the wooden barrier with precision, pressing directly against the chest.

“You won, Nana,” Dick congratulated her.

Even when using the Flame of Evolution, one is still limited by their own innate talent.

Without a doubt, Dick's talent in kendo cannot compare to Kuina's.

"It's just swordsmanship. If it really comes to a fight to the death, I'll be the one who dies," Kuina said calmly.

Swordsmanship, in Dick's hands, is merely one aspect of his strength.

Dick also trains his Devil Fruit abilities and sometimes his physical skills.

Is it something to be proud of to defeat Dick, who was distracted and only used his swordsmanship?

Guina felt even more ashamed.

Because she couldn't hurt Dick at all.

Even when she used all her skills, she could only defeat Dick, who was only partially stronger.

"One day, I will definitely defeat you."

Okay, I'm looking forward to it.

To the side, Roronoa Zoro, who would later become famous throughout the seas, watched with envy.

He also wants to have that kind of strength.

The two people in front of me.

Dick, the Dick who just arrived at the dojo, without using his special abilities, could take on 10 Zoro just by swordsmanship.

Okay, that's an exaggeration, three is about right.

However, in less than 12 days, Dick's swordsmanship made Zoro feel threatened.

After one month, the two sides will be able to fight each other with swords.

Damn it, Dick is still practicing the basics.

How did your swordsmanship improve so quickly?

Two months later, Dick's swordsmanship had completely surpassed Zoro's, and he could easily defeat him with one hand.

At the time, even though he was mentally prepared, Zoro still found it hard to accept.

He has been a member of the dojo for 5 years and has been practicing swordsmanship for more than 3 years.

I, with three years of cultivation, can't beat someone who's only been cultivating for two months?