Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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"Okay."

In this match, both of them used ordinary real swords from the dojo.

Ron holds the knife in one hand.

Zoro, on the other hand, held two swords in his hands and had another one in his mouth, striking a sword stance that looked somewhat strained and difficult.

"Is this your Three-Sword Style?"

Ron looked at him and smiled, "Looks like you're not very skilled yet."

"Hey, long-winded!"

Zoro bit the hilt of his sword, staring intently at Ron.

"bring it on."

Ron gestured for him to make the first move.

Zoro didn't hold back either. He knew that his strength was below Ron's, and if he didn't go all out at the beginning, he would probably be defeated quickly.

He immediately stomped his foot and charged towards Ron.

Keng!

The moment the blades clashed.

Zoro's eyes widened instantly, as if he had crashed into an incredibly hard, unshakeable wall of steel!

The attack of the three swords was easily blocked. No matter how hard Zoro tried, the swords did not budge!

"Zoro, you need to strengthen your physique further."

Ron smiled at Zoro in front of him, then swung his long sword.

The speed was so fast that Zoro couldn't even see the blade.

The three knives in his hands and mouth were all knocked away.

Zoro stood blankly in front of Ron, his hands trembling, his eyes glazed over.

Although he knew very well that there was a huge gap between his strength and Ron's...

But I never expected it to be this big...

It's simply...

Completely powerless to retaliate!

Zoro clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"See you on the high seas someday, Zoro."

Ron walked past him with a knife in his hand.

Zoro raised his arm and held it in front of him.

Not reconciled!

Why am I still so weak after a year?!

As Ron was about to leave the yard.

Zoro's voice came from behind him.

"Next time, the next time we meet on the high seas... I promise, I promise I won't be this weak!"

"Ron, I will definitely surpass you!"

Ron paused briefly, but said nothing.

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23, The two who left together (3/5)

the next day.

A disciple rushed into the dojo, shouting as soon as he entered:

"Master, a person with an extremely large face has arrived at the outer gate."

Upon hearing this, Koushirou, who was instructing his disciples on swordsmanship, immediately realized what was happening and smiled, saying, "It seems they've arrived."

"Umi, go and call Ron over here."

"Oh, yes."

Koushirou led Roon, who had packed his bags and was carrying the famous sword Raikiri, out of the dojo.

"Yo, Koushirou, it's been a long time."

Outside the dojo, a very tall man with a huge face, an unusually large, dark purple frizzy hairstyle, and strangely dressed waved to Koushirou.

Ron knew his identity the moment he saw him.

Emporio Ivankov, a member of the Revolutionary Army and a user of the Hormone-Hormone Fruit, is nicknamed the Strongest Okama King.

He glanced at Koushirou beside him, never expecting that the friend he mentioned would be a cadre of the Revolutionary Army.

Koushirou and Ron walked up to Ivankov.

"Who is this kid?"

Ivankov looked down at Ron and asked curiously.

“Ron, a disciple of my dojo, is going to have your ship take him out to sea this time.”

Koushirou laughed.

"Huh?! Such a little kid going out to sea? Koushirou, you're not kidding, are you?"

Ivankov's eyes widened, his expression exaggerated, and he said in disbelief.

Compared to his enormous body, Ron was pitifully small; his height was not even as long as the diameter of his head.

"Haha, I'm not kidding. Ron may be young, but he's definitely not weak."

Koushirou said with a smile.

"Is it?"

Ivankov looked at Ron with a face full of suspicion.

"Fine, for your sake, I'll give him a ride. I'll make it clear beforehand that I'll drop him off on the ship at the next island, and I won't care whether he lives or dies then."

"No problem. By the way, are your ship's food supplies ready? Do you need anything from me...?"

"Of course I need it, otherwise why do you think I came all this way to see you?"

Ivankov widened his eyes.

"..."

Koushirou scratched his head and said helplessly, "I'll have my apprentice deliver the grain when I get back."

After Koushirou left.

Ivankov looked down at Ron: "Kid, how old are you?"

"I don't need to tell you."

Ron turned his head and said.

This guy's appearance is really disgusting.

"Hahaha, what a unique little devil."

Ivankov laughed loudly.