One Piece: Rayquaza of the Beasts Pirates

A bitter smile appeared on Shimotsuki Koushirou's lips. His tense body slowly relaxed, and with a soft sound, his long sword returned to its sheath.

As Kane said, no matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't have thought he could stop Kane and Hawkeye.

Unless Dragon intervenes, but that would destroy the supply lines that the Revolutionary Army has worked so hard to build.

The navy will not let this island and its villagers go.

"I hope what you're saying is true."

Shimotsuki Koshiro turned and strode forward: "Let's go, I'll take you to find Father."

The group had not gone far when they were blocked by a group of figures.

"Teacher! We're here to help you!"

The disciples of the dojo, who should have been in the shelter, suddenly stood up and blocked the road.

They were of different ages, their faces showing tension, yet filled with a fearless courage.

"Nonsense! Who allowed you to come back?"

Shimotsuki Koushirou was so angry that he trembled all over and wanted to curse.

The original plan was that even if the Beasts Pirates turned against them, only the father and son would be sacrificed.

Now look what's happened! The disciples have all come back, practically walking right into a trap.

"Teacher, we want to fight alongside you!"

"How can we let the teacher enjoy the thrill of fighting pirates all by himself!"

The boys chattered excitedly, their blood boiling.

"Tsk tsk, Koushirou, you're quite skilled at teaching apprentices. How about you come and serve as the sword instructor at the Hundred Beasts Sect?"

Kane stroked his chin with great interest.

“Sorry, I’m doing very well on this island,” Shimotsuki Koshiro refused expressionlessly.

He was a man who participated in the cause of liberating all mankind.

"Huh? That...that wouldn't be Hawkeye, would it?"

A sharp-eyed child suddenly noticed the powerful, sharp-looking man behind the teacher.

"That's right, it's him. I'd recognize him even if he were ashes!"

They are practicing kendo. The Fleet Admiral might not recognize them, but they are the world's greatest swordsmen.

That would make it impossible for them to admit their mistake.

The disciples all gasped.

This feeling is like chopping chickens in the beginner village and suddenly looking up to bump into the final boss.

That was absolutely stunning.

Hawkeye's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

The local kids are so rude.

"Wait, where's Zoro? Wasn't he with you?" Shimotsuki Koshiro suddenly realized that one of his disciples was missing.

Given Zoro's personality, it's impossible for him to desert in the face of battle; he might be the first to charge in.

"Huh? Right, where did Zoro go?"

"You were just next to me a moment ago?"

"How could they disappear in the blink of an eye?"

The disciples looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest.

"Damn it, which side is the port?!"

The green-haired boy carrying three knives looked up at the sky and roared.

the other side.

After dismissing his disciples, Shimotsuki Koshiro led Kane and his group through the village to the other side of the island.

At the end of the cliff, a small wooden house stands all alone.

Kane and his companions finally met Shimotsuki Kozaburo.

He had straight eyebrows, wore an old dark green kimono, smoked a pipe, and had a long sword at his waist. He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, fishing.

Kane glanced around him but didn't see a single fish hair.

I recognized him by his eyes; another air force veteran.

"Hey kid, what kind of look is that!"

Shimotsuki Kozaburo jumped up in anger at Kane's strange gaze: "It's not that I can't catch fish. It's that I have five rules for not fishing, you know that!"

Then came incomprehensible statements like "Don't catch small fish, keep them to grow bigger," "Don't catch pregnant female fish, keep them to expand the population," and "Don't catch ordinary fish, it's a waste of time."

"Huh? Doesn't that mean not fishing for anything?" Yamato, the honest boy, blurted out.

"Hahaha……"

The air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"This is infuriating!"

Shimotsuki Kozaburo blushed and, in a fit of embarrassment and anger, threw his fishing rod to the ground.

After snorting, he looked at Hiyori Kozuki and said confidently, "No need to ask. You can only rely on yourself to tame Enma. Although I created Enma, I have no shortcuts."

"A sword has its own personality, and only a swordsman can make it obey!"

As he spoke, the air of a master swordsman naturally arose.

Hawkeye nodded secretly.

The man before me truly deserves to be called a swordsmith capable of forging great swords.

Hiyori Kozuki did not reply, but calmly and slowly drew the Enma sword from her waist.

At this moment, Enma was as obedient as a child in her hands.

Shimotsuki Kozaburo's gaze turned serious. "I never imagined that in my lifetime I would see a swordsman who tamed Yama. What is your name?"

"Mitsutsuki Hiyori."

"Kozuki? Kozuki Sukiyaki?"

"It's my grandfather."

"Oh, that guy gives birth much faster than his dad."

Shimotsuki Kozaburo shook his head, shaking off his memories, and then asked, "Then why did you come to find me?"

Kane said, "I would like to ask you to tailor-make a greatsword for her."

"Forging swords?"

Shimotsuki Kozaburo paused slightly, looked down at his old, withered hands, and let out a long, heavy sigh: "I can no longer lift a hammer. The swords I can forge are at best only of the level of a fine sword."

"is it?"

Kane showed no disappointment, nor did he display the threat or coercion that Koushirou had anticipated. He simply nodded calmly, "That's a pity. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Shimotsuki Koushirou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing a little.

It seems Kane is reasonable after all.

Chapter 65 Futsu no Mitama

"Tailor-made is impossible."

Shimotsuki Kozaburo suddenly spoke up, changing the subject: "However... after I settled here, I devoted all my energy to forging another sword. If you'd like, you can try it out."

"Father, that knife is Kuina's keepsake! How could you..." Shimotsuki Koshiro hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

"Fool!"

Shimotsuki Kozaburo raised his pipe and smacked his son on the forehead with a "thud," scolding him irritably, "When did I say I would give them the Wado Ichimonji?"

"Huh?" Shimotsuki Koshiro gave an awkward smile.

In his memory, the only sword his father had painstakingly crafted and that he could proudly display was the Wado Ichimonji.

Shimotsuki Kozaburo turned around, opened the door of the cabin, and disappeared into the dimly lit interior.

A moment later, he came out with steady steps, carrying a long, thin object tightly wrapped in coarse linen in both hands.

With a solemn and devout expression, he slowly unwrapped the layers of burlap.

As the last layer of cloth slid off, a pure white samurai sword with a straight and slender scabbard came into view.

"For the first half of my life, I have always adhered to the belief that a knife should take more lives while forging knives."

Shimotsuki Kozaburo gently stroked the scabbard and slowly spoke: "But after I left Wano Country and came to this island, I witnessed the birth of my son."

"Looking at that tiny, crying lump of flesh, I suddenly realized that the world's knives should not all be forged for killing, but should also exist for protection."

"So, after settling my wife and children, I came to the end of this cliff and went into seclusion to forge a sword."

"After three months, I successfully forged it on a stormy night."

"That night, just as I was about to complete the task, a bolt of lightning struck the sword, completing the final tempering process."

"Therefore, I named this sword—Futsu-no-Mitama!"

Shimotsuki Kozaburo solemnly handed Futsu no Mitama to Kozuki Hiyori.

Kozuki Hiyori accepted it with both hands.

Feeling the slight coolness from the scabbard, she took a deep breath, firmly gripped the hilt with her right hand, and slowly drew the sword outwards.

It's sizzling!

The blade had barely left its sheath an inch when Hiyori Kozuki gasped in surprise and instinctively released her grip.