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

At Cha-tun's suggestion and arrangement, several officers who were also graduates of the Naval Academy hosted a welcome banquet for her, and they had a small get-together.

The flying squirrel was also dragged over by its friend, Fire Mountain.

"I heard that you've been teaching that specially recruited intern, Little Ghost Swordsmanship, every night lately?"

Drunk and tipsy, Lieutenant General Kaji, nicknamed "Tea Pig," approached the flying squirrel and said...

"Is it?"

The peach rabbit became interested and looked at the flying squirrel.

Looking at Momousagi's pretty face flushed with a drunken blush, the flying squirrel found it hard to look directly at her, so he turned his head away and nodded.

"Ah."

"Hey... wasn't that specially recruited intern named Ron? I ran into Tina on my way back, and she told me he was a really interesting kid."

The peach rabbit asked the flying squirrel with great interest, "Are you going to teach him tonight? Can I go and watch?"

"Well..."

"What's the big deal? It's just going to take a look."

Drunk, Jiaji grabbed the flying squirrel's shoulder.

"It's rare for Momousagi to come back. If you dare to refuse her, I'll... I'll... ugh."

The flying squirrel's eye twitched.

"Hey, you bastard, don't throw it up."

"Haha, Jiaji's alcohol tolerance is still as bad as ever."

Huoshaoshan chuckled.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, pull him away right now!"

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59, that was... a swordsman's slash! (1/5)

Around 9pm.

The flying squirrel arrived at Harbor No. 4.

Vice Admirals Momousagi, Chaton, and Kashoyama appeared on the courtyard wall not far away under the cover of night.

Momousagi glanced at it.

Although it was night, Marineford was still lit up, so it wasn't too dark.

On the pit-filled No. 4 harbor, a black-haired boy stood there calmly and serenely, holding a long knife almost as tall as himself.

"That child is Ron."

Momousagi watched the black-haired boy with great interest.

The last time I met Tina, the thing I heard most from her was this child.

What kind of child could make the proud and confident Tina care so much after only spending half a day with him?

Peach Rabbit is very interested.

Once the alcohol wore off, Chaton noticed that Momousagi was staring intently at the black-haired brat beside him, and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"So that's the kid who was specially recruited as an intern. He doesn't seem like much of a deal."

"Don't talk, just watch quietly."

As soon as Momousagi said that, Chaton immediately shut up.

On Harbor No. 4.

As the flying squirrel slowly approached, Ron's eyes snapped open, his black hair moved without wind, and a powerful sword aura emanated from him.

"Can you kill me today?"

The flying squirrel slowly drew his sword. As he drew it from its sheath, a massive sword aura instantly suppressed the sword aura released by Ron, completely forcing it back into his body.

Before each match, the flying squirrel would tirelessly suppress Ron's sword strikes, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"let's start."

The flying squirrel raised its long sword and pointed it at Ron.

Ron stared at him without saying a word.

With a stomp of his foot, he charged towards the flying squirrel, wielding the Raiki in his right hand.

Upon reaching him, he swung his sword and slashed at him as easily as chopping wood, without any skill whatsoever.

The flying squirrel raised its long knife.

Clang!

The blades clashed together, producing a crisp sound.

Ron's first attack was blocked, and he immediately launched a second strike.

Both the movements and the strikes were extremely crude and simple.

The flying squirrel easily blocked it.

For a time, the clanging of swords against each other echoed continuously in Harbor No. 4.

Keng!

Keng!

Keng!

"Extremely crude, full of flaws, does this guy really know swordsmanship?"

Cha-tun withdrew his gaze, unable to bear it any longer.

"And the flying squirrel too, why bother with such a silly little thing?"

His gaze passed over the burning mountain between the two and secretly fell on Momousagi, who was still looking towards Harbor No. 4.

Her profile is perfect, her skin is flawless, her nose is high and straight, and her lips are cherry-red and moist. She's really beautiful...

How wonderful it would be if she could be my wife.

I've confessed my feelings to her sixty-three times already and failed. If I confess now, will it be my sixty-fourth time?

Will it succeed this time?

Just as Chaton was stealing glances at Momousagi, contemplating his sixty-fourth farewell, Kashoyama suddenly leaned forward, blocking his view.

Tea Pig was somewhat annoyed.

"Hey, Fire Mountain, what are you doing? Get out of my way... Hey, what are you looking at? Why do you look so shocked?"

Cha Tun looked at Huo Shao Shan, who was leaning forward and staring at him with a shocked expression on his face in Harbor No. 4. Puzzled, he couldn't help but follow Huo Shao Shan's gaze.

When Chaton saw the ten-meter-long slash mark in front of the flying squirrel holding a sword, and at the end of the slash, Ron, holding a long sword in both hands and panting heavily, Chaton's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

"In the end what happened?!"

"That was... a swordsman's strike."

Huoshaoshan's voice was trembling at that moment.

Tea Pig's eyes gradually widened.

Momousagi stared blankly at the black-haired boy holding a long sword in both hands not far away, utterly shocked.

She saw it clearly just now.

That slash was undoubtedly a sword master-level strike!

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to force the flying squirrel back several meters, nor would it have left such a slash mark on the hard harbor ground.

An 11-year-old... swordsman.

If Momousagi hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have dared to even imagine it.

Is this why Tina values ​​him so much?

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—whoosh."

Ron struggled to use his Sun Breathing technique, and his rapid breathing finally calmed down.

He slowly loosened his grip on the knife handle with his left hand, only to find that both of his hands were trembling.

It wasn't muscle fatigue, but excitement.

"How did that slash feel?"

The flying squirrel not far away looked at him with a complicated expression and asked.

Ron stared at his trembling left palm, recalling the feeling he had when he delivered that slash.

"Very good, very good. It felt like all the things that had been suppressed inside for a long time were suddenly released. It felt like that attack could cut through anything..."