Big brother, I want to become the strongest pirate in the world!

He had originally set his sights on a black hoodie with long sleeves, but the sleeves were too narrow, and he was wearing a restraint on his left arm, so he couldn't fit into it and had to give up.

"It seems there's only one way to wear normal clothes from now on: conquer Kazan, awaken as the Blood Demon God, and only then will I have the power to remove the limiter."

Kazan walked down an alley leading to a weapons shop, adjusting the large sunglasses on his head.

Kazan had heard from the owner of the clothing store that there was a very old and excellent weapons shop here that should be able to meet his requirements.

Kazan believed it.

The clothing store owner remained remarkably calm after seeing Kazan's red eyes and ghostly hand, acting as if nothing had happened as he tried to sell him clothes.

Even Robin, who has read so many books, and Saul, a vice admiral of the Marine Headquarters, were surprised when they saw Kazan's Ghost Hand, but the boss was so nonchalant.

He's definitely not an ordinary person!

A weapon shop that can be recommended by the other party is definitely not an ordinary weapon shop!

And so... he came.

After turning left and right for quite a while, Kazan finally saw his destination.

A small, run-down shop with a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament) hanging at the entrance.

"Sure enough, it looks extraordinary. It seems we've found the right place."

Often, hidden in the back alleys of some inconspicuous small towns, you'll find some mysterious and legendary little shops.

There are very powerful people hiding inside; this place is clearly in that situation.

"Welcome to our store."

As soon as Kazan entered, he cautiously scrutinized the old woman behind the counter whose voice was trembling.

The old lady became a little shy from being stared at.

Kazan was taken aback.

"...I...I'll make a scabbard."

Kazan was losing his confidence at this point...

He suspected he had been scammed.

The old woman hobbled over with her cane, carefully examining Kazan's Black Blade: Darkmoon.

A glint of light flashed in the old woman's cloudy eyes, and she nodded.

Kazan hoped it would be like this, but in reality, after the old woman looked at the knife, she walked to a broken wooden barrel, pulled out a dusty, tattered wooden scabbard, and threw it in front of Kazan.

"I'll...I'll give it to you."

Kazan picked up the scabbard from the ground with trembling hands.

it is true!

It was just an ordinary wooden scabbard with several cracks, and it looked like it wouldn't last long.

but……

Kazan inserted the black sword into its sheath, and it was exactly the shape of the black sword.

Well, I'll just have to make do for now. It's already a rare find to have a scabbard that fits the length of the black sword.

"Um... thank you very much for your gift."

Kazan bowed. Although it was a broken wooden scabbard, it was still a gift from the other party, and he had to express his gratitude no matter what. This was a basic courtesy that his spiritual heritage had instilled in him.

Chapter 009 The Demon Blade is Useless, Heading to the North Sea

After taking the wooden scabbard, Kazan didn't rush to leave. Instead, he strolled around the dilapidated weapon shop again under the kind gaze of the old woman.

The weapon shop inside was also dilapidated, inhabited by the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled. It was missing pieces here and there, which shocked Kazan.

but.

Kazan looked at the long sword in his hand, its blade and hilt both wrapped in a faint red hue.

This pale red color wasn't intentionally applied during production; it's a contradictory color that was added later for some unknown reason.

He deliberately turned his back to the old lady and stretched out his ghostly hand to feel the long knife.

The ghost hand, in pleasure.

This pale red color is most likely from blood.

How many creatures must have been slaughtered to make a knife look like this?

Kazan speculated that this sword was similar to the Sandai Kitetsu and Law's Kiku, originally only reaching the level of "fast sword", but due to acquired reasons, it was considered a type of cursed sword.

Kazan noticed the knife not because of any special sensory connection; he hadn't noticed anything special about it before the Ghost Hand touched it.

He would pick up the knife for a simple reason: it was the same length as the black knife.

155 cm.

Knives of this length are relatively rare; they are usually custom-made for people with larger builds.

"Grandma, do you believe in fate?"

"roll."

"...?"

Kazan was chased out by the old woman with a broom, along with the blood-stained demon sword, which also had no scabbard.

Fortunately, the old woman threw out a broken wooden scabbard, exactly the same one used by Black Blade Dark Moon.

Kazan looked at the two longswords with tattered wooden sheaths in his hands and suddenly felt as if he had been subjected to some strange fate.

I didn't think much of it.

The first thing Kazan did after leaving the weapon shop was to turn around, bow to the shop, and silently express his gratitude.

"I will do everything in my power to forge it into a black blade, making it the strongest in the world, and living up to the gift my grandmother gave me."

Walking down the alley, Kazan murmured a few words to himself.

Ghost Hand picked up the demon sword again, and two small characters appeared lightly on the hilt.

useless.

"Demon Blade - Useless, that is your name."

"Let me introduce you. This is your brother, Black Blade Dark Moon."

"Ah... no, it was Moonlight before, it should be your sister."

"You two should get to know each other. You'll be partners from now on, so get along well."

Kazan walked along, holding up two black swords and talking to himself.

……

In a corner of the New World, in Wano Country.

A disheveled old man is telling history to an adorable little boy with navy blue hair.

"Legend has it that our Wano Country's sword god, the swordsman Ryuma, was defeated by a great swordsman five hundred years ago because he underestimated his opponent."

"Later, Mr. Ryoma went to challenge again. That battle lasted only a moment, yet it felt like an eternity. No one knows how thrilling that battle was, but thankfully, Mr. Ryoma won..."

"On that day, dark clouds loomed overhead, and no sunlight could be seen in Wano Country. No one could see the battle clearly either."

"His opponent was later known as the world's second greatest swordsman, born in the West Blue... Sirano, and the only great swordsman to have defeated Mr. Ryoma."

"Mr. Ryoma has praised the sword in the other's hand more than once, saying that it is a protective sword comparable to Shusui, and it is the dream sword that the samurai of Wano Country want to possess the most besides Shusui."

"But Mr. Ryoma had one question until his death: why did Sirano hate his sword so much, even calling it..."

"Demon Blade - Useless".

The little boy listened to the old man's story with shining eyes and made a vow: "I will definitely find the Dream Blade!"

……

"Wow~ It actually worked!"

Kazan had now entered his dual-wielding form, activating Blood Frenzy.

However, what he held in his left hand was no longer a pure blood blade, but a demonic blade called Useless, whose blade was surging with the blood of the demon's hand.

The blood of the Demon Hand was actually willing to 'cooperate' with the Demon Blade Useless, each taking a portion and not devouring the other.

Kazan had assumed that with the Demon Hand's domineering power, it would surely devour the entire demonic sword into its blood.

"That way, we won't have to worry about the blood blade shattering like before."

"Yes, you can now be considered a true dual-wielder."

Looking at Kazan's blood-red blade in his left hand and black knife in his right, neither of these two knives gave him a slightly more comfortable feeling.

Regardless of the knife, he felt that getting close to it would bring misfortune or even death.

"You're exuding an aura of 'monster' right now."

"Oh? Really? Thank you for the compliment."

"I wasn't praising you at all!!!"

"Being called a monster on the high seas is something to be proud of, Xiao Feng. You should aim for that."

"I don't want to be called a monster! I only want to be called a transvestite!"

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to waste my breath arguing with you anymore. Let's go hunt down a few more pirate crews. I'll leave all the pirate crews with 15 million or less to you to handle on your own."

"What! You want me dead?!"

……

The two little ones experienced similar scenes countless times in the days that followed.

Before we knew it, more than a year had passed.

1503 in the Haiyuan calendar.

On a naval warship moored beside an island at the very edge of the West Sea.