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

"Remember that feeling well; that is the swordsman's realm of cutting through iron."

The flying squirrel sheathed its sword, but its words surprised Ron.

"……Eh?"

"Eh what?" The flying squirrel lit a cigarette. "Whether it's sword momentum, sword intent, or cutting through iron, in the end, the so-called swordsman's realm is just a feeling about the sword."

"The swordsman's realm of cutting through iron requires a strong spirit and will. Even if he is holding a wooden stick, he can cut through steel if he wants to. This is the heroism of a swordsman! On the high seas, swordsmen who reach this level are called sword masters."

"Of course, it is by no means easy for a swordsman to reach this level; it requires a long period of honing skills and extremely high talent."

The flying squirrel exhaled a smoke ring.

60. Flying Squirrel: I think I'm in trouble (2/5)

"Your talent and aptitude are more than sufficient, and you have already mastered the sword intent. You are only a step away from becoming a sword master, you just lack the ambition to do so."

"I have been deliberately suppressing your emotions, letting them accumulate and build up until they finally explode. I wanted to use this strike to let you personally experience what a swordsman is and what it means to be able to cut through iron."

The flying squirrel looked at Ron with a complicated expression and said, "I just didn't expect you to be able to unleash this sword strike so quickly."

"So, I've now entered the realm of a sword master?"

Ron couldn't help but ask.

The flying squirrel shook its head: "That's impossible."

"That feeling was only momentary, fleeting. You only briefly entered the realm of cutting through iron. To truly..."

The flying squirrel hadn't finished speaking.

A slash swept past him.

The cigarette he was holding in his mouth broke in two and fell to the ground.

Another crack, more than ten meters long, appeared in the ground in front of him.

"Is that so?"

".........!"

The flying squirrel opened its mouth wide, its jaw so shocked it almost smashed the floor.

"!!!"

"How can this be?!"

Tea Pig witnessed this scene firsthand, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Although Momousagi and Kasakatsuyama had met once before, they were still incredibly shocked to see each other again.

"That child... has indeed entered the realm of a sword master."

Completely shocked and out of control, the flying squirrel stared blankly at Ron, his voice trembling:

"How did you do that?!"

"Just do as you said, remember that intense feeling, unleash it instantly, and slash it out along with the strike."

Ron tilted his head as he looked at him.

"No, that's impossible. The emotions you had before were ones I had suppressed for two months. They had already erupted, so how could they erupt again?"

The flying squirrel is unbelievable.

Hearing his words, Ron grinned at him:

"If we're talking about anger, I could have as much as I want. Especially every time I see Mr. Flying Squirrel's face and hairstyle, I can't help but...get angry!"

"I feel like as long as you're around, Mr. Flying Squirrel, I can easily build up my anger and get used to the feeling of it exploding."

As he listened to his words, the flying squirrel's eyes gradually widened.

Under the dim moonlight.

Ron, carrying the Raiche, tilted his head, his eyes glowing red, and his whole body seemed to exude a thick, black and red ghostly aura.

He tilted his head and grinned at the flying squirrel.

"There's still time, so practice with me a few more times, Mr. Flying Squirrel."

Looking at Ron's red-glowing eyes and his eerily bright smile, a strange chill spread through the flying squirrel's heart, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.

Could it be... that my two months of relentless suppression of him has caused me some terrible trouble?!

With his eyes glowing red, Ron appeared in front of the flying squirrel in a flash, raising his sword to strike.

It was just a simple slash, but the movement was incredibly crisp and decisive, without any hesitation.

After all, Ron had practiced this simplest slash no less than 100,000 times in the past two months.

He also found out.

This simplest, most expansive slash is the best way to unleash one's momentum and power at once.

This simple slash is also the one that brings one closest to the essence of swordsmanship.

If Ron continues to rely on sword techniques to fight enemies and constantly thinks about how to improve the power of his sword techniques, he will gradually deviate from the essence of swordsmanship and embark on a flashy but impractical path.

The flying squirrel's guidance over the past two months has corrected Ron's course, pointing him in the right direction toward the path of a swordsman.

Although he knew in his heart that the flying squirrel had indeed helped him a lot.

But Ron wasn't going to let it go so easily.

We need to make him lie down a few times at the very least!

"Sinai! (Die)"

Ron's Raikou slashed in a perfect arc, landing a downward slash on the flying squirrel's raised blade.

Keng!

A crisp sound of blades clashing rang out.

The two swords clashed violently.

A raging wind swept outwards from the point of their clash, stirring up dust from the ground.

Watching the two figures flashing on Harbor No. 4, wielding swords and clashing, one large and one small.

The two unleashed slashes that swept across the surrounding area, cleaving the ground in two and whipping up a constant gust of wind.

On the courtyard wall.

The stunned tea pig opened its mouth wide and stammered:

"Am I... dreaming? That kid is actually fighting the flying squirrel to a standstill?!"

Huoshaoshan scratched his head, a wry smile on his face.

"This is truly... astonishing."

After the initial shock, Gion Momousagi gradually calmed down, her captivating eyes fixed on Ron, who was flashing across the field, relentlessly launching a barrage of attacks on Momonga without any regard for defense.

Looking at the flying squirrel that was being forced into a rather disheveled state by his offensive.

Momousagi couldn't help but smile slightly, her beautiful eyes crinkling into a charming smile.

"Ron... he's quite an amazing little guy."

The battle between the two lasted for about ten minutes. The flying squirrel found an opportunity, used its shave technique, and left, leaving behind only one sentence.

"I have nothing more to teach you. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to come."

"Huhuhu..."

Ron, holding Raiche in his right hand, lay sprawled on the bumpy Harbor No. 4, his little face full of a gleeful smile.

"Hahaha."

"Finally, we've killed that guy."

…………

the other side.

"Pfft! Flying squirrel, your hair... Hahaha."

When Cha-tun saw the flying squirrel's mohawk, which was half its original length, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

61. With a heart as firm as a rock, one's will can cut through iron (3/5)

Momousagi covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"That kid definitely aimed for your hair on purpose."

Huoshaoshan chuckled. "Looks like you've held a lot of grudges against me before."

"Shut up!"

The flying squirrel's face was as black as coal. "Don't mention that kid to me. I didn't expect him to hold a grudge like that. If I had known, even if Professor Zephyr had spoken up himself, I wouldn't have taught him."

Upon hearing the name Zephyr.