One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

If Yang Ming hadn't withdrawn ninety percent of his power in time, that single blow would have been enough to take his life.

Yang Ming casually flicked his wrist, and the bamboo knife in his hand, unable to withstand the immense force, instantly turned into dust and scattered away.

"Zoro, are you alright?"

Kuina rushed over to Roronoa Zoro in a few quick steps and helped him up.

"I didn't... cough cough!"

Roronoa Zoro tried to hold on, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it aggravated his injuries. His expression changed drastically, and he coughed several times. Kuina looked at him with heartache and quickly patted his back to relieve his congestion.

After calming Roronoa Zoro down, Kuina immediately stood up, glared at Yang Ming, and said coldly:

"It was just a friendly spar, why did you have to use such force?"

Yang Ming crossed his arms over his chest, showing no intention of explaining himself to the other party.

To Guina, this was undoubtedly a display of disdain and arrogance, which infuriated her.

Koushirou raised his hand to stop Kuina from making any potentially rude move. Under Kuina's astonished gaze, he bowed slightly to Yang Ming and said:

"Captain Yang Ming, thank you for showing mercy."

Koushirou could see clearly that Yang Ming withdrew ninety percent of his strength at the last moment.

It sounds simple, but only those in the know understand how difficult it is.

It's like drawing a bowstring to its fullest extent and shooting an arrow; the arrow is very difficult to change direction.

Similarly, a full-force strike is like an arrow shot out; without exquisite control of power, it is impossible to stop.

"Father, why..."

Before Kuina could finish speaking, Roronoa Zoro raised his bloodied hand and covered her mouth. Meeting Kuina's puzzled gaze, he shook his head and said:

“Master is right. I can sense that that annoying guy really did hold back. Otherwise, I would probably be a corpse in front of you by now.”

Kuina knew that Roronoa Zoro never lied, just like the sword in his hand, his word was his bond.

"Could it be that I've misunderstood him?"

Kuina's beautiful eyes narrowed.

Koushirou slowly pulled up the sleeves of his loose robe, then turned and walked into the depths of the dojo.

After he left, the disciples of Frostmoon Dojo erupted in a frenzy, whispering among themselves and discussing all sorts of things.

"What? The swordsmanship at Shimotsuki Dojo is nothing special!"

"Why don't we just join the army!"

Kuina couldn't stand people talking badly about the dojo behind her back, but even she herself wasn't confident she could withstand Yang Ming's attack just now. She immediately snorted coldly and followed the direction Koushirou had gone.

At the end of the long corridor was a room that had been vacant for a long time.

As Kuina arrived at the door, she saw Koushirou take a dusty brocade box from the cabinet. He carefully opened the lid, revealing a sharp glint in his eyes.

The word "harmony".

This sword, along with Enma, was forged by Shimotsuki Kozaburo and is one of the twenty-one Great Grade Swords.

The blade is straight, with a white-painted scabbard and a thick, round tsuba. The blade is folded, forged, and clay-baked. The scabbard is white, without a reverse angle, and has a chestnut shape with a sash.

Koushirou gripped the scabbard tightly, his face revealing a side of him that Kuina had never seen before, tinged with a touch of nostalgia for the past, which quickly transformed into a resolute expression.

"The Frost Moon Sword Technique must not be dishonored!"

Although Yang Ming had already decided to abandon his past identity and live in seclusion on this nameless island in the East China Sea, his actions only fueled the middle-aged man's anger; he had done something against his principles.

When Koushirou reappeared, he was no longer the kind-hearted dojo master of the past, but a great swordsman from the Shimotsuki family of Wano Country, exuding a unique sharpness that belonged to a great swordsman.

The dojo disciples, including Roronoa Zoro, felt a chill run down their spines the moment they sensed the sharp aura emanating from Koushirou.

Even the disciples who had previously questioned the strength of the Frostmoon Dojo dared not utter a sound at this moment, as if they had been choked.

Unlike the other disciples who felt uneasy and terrified, Roronoa Zoro, though his body was trembling, felt a strange excitement. His eyes were fixed on the sword Wado Ichimonji, as if this famous sword had an inexplicable attraction for him.

Koushirou and Yang Ming faced each other. Koushirou's calloused right hand rested on the hilt of his sword. He slowly drew his sword from its sheath. The long, sharp blade reflected a chilling light in the round mirror.

"Captain Yang Ming, I have failed to teach you properly, and you must be ashamed of my lack of skill. How about I personally exchange a few moves with you?"

Although Koushirou's name is a question, it gives people a feeling that they can't refuse.

Yang Ming chuckled and said something that made Kōshirō change color.

"As the son of Shimotsuki Kozaburo, a renowned swordsman from Wano Country, I naturally long to spar with you on the unique swordsmanship of the Shimotsuki family."

"However, I have one condition: if I defeat you, the master must work for me and forge a batch of precious swords. What do you say?"

Koushirou raised his right hand, using his fingers to support the glasses on the bridge of his nose, to conceal the momentary panic in his eyes behind the lenses.

Koushirou gave a wry smile and said:

"No wonder Captain Yang Ming traveled all this way here; so that's what he was planning?"

"In other words, I have no room to refuse."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp glint flashed in Koushirou's eyes.

Chapter 113 I've Lost My Way in Life

The wind is quite noisy today.

Outside the dojo, cicadas chirped incessantly, and the scorching summer breeze blew in through the windows. The gradually rising temperature in the air also made everyone inside the dojo increasingly restless and impatient.

One tall and one short, two figures faced each other.

The grey training robe and the white naval uniform form two opposing and contradictory colors.

Although the boy was younger than the middle-aged man, Yang Ming did not give the impression of a babbling child. Instead, he exuded the powerful aura of a seasoned general who had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time.

That wasn't the kind of imposing aura that Roronoa Zoro possessed, but rather an aura built upon the corpses of numerous pirates who had made their names on the high seas.

The mere presence of Yang Ming's aura was enough to make all the disciples in the dojo feel suffocated.

These flowers, grown in greenhouses, have never experienced the storms and tempests of the forest.

The disciples of the dojo may have initially practiced swordsmanship simply because they thought it was cool, or because they were forced to learn it by their families, but they never knew the cruelty of this world.

Weapons are weapons for killing, and swords and knives are the most lethal of them.

To possess a sword that can kill without the intent to kill is as ridiculous as a child holding a gun.

In contrast, Koushirou appeared extremely reserved at this moment, with his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his body slightly turned to the side, and his knees slightly bent.

But none of those present underestimated Koushirou because of this, because they all sensed the calm before the storm.

Roronoa Zoro's expression turned solemn as he recalled a set of words his master had once taught him.

"Zoro, do you know that there is a level of swordsmanship where you can feel the breath of an object and then you have the power to cut through steel?"

With a clang, the long sword was drawn.

The next instant, Koushirou vanished from everyone's sight.

In that instant, Koushirou unleashed a speed even greater than the Navy's Six Styles Shave, reaching 100 meters in three seconds, allowing him to close the distance to Yang Ming in just a few breaths.

Within Yang Ming's opened Mangekyou Sharingan pupils, Koushirou unleashed a slash that was enough to amaze the entire audience.

"One-Sword Style! Draw Sword Slash!"

The drawing sword slash is a very special sword technique that requires the user to adjust their spirit and energy to the peak and unleash the most glorious slash of their life with an indomitable spirit.

The sword, Wado Ichimonji, flashed like a bolt of lightning, a strike powerful enough to cleave steel and mountains, and was about to strike Yang Ming.

Everyone felt a blinding flash of light before their eyes, and then they saw Yang Ming suddenly raise a Zanpakuto, with blazing flames spreading from the tip of the blade all the way to the body.

"Breath of Flame!"

"Fifth Form! Flame Tiger!"

The suddenly rising flames transformed into a fierce tiger entirely constructed of flames, with a tiger's head, body, and tail, all lifelike. It was evident that Yang Ming's control over flames was far beyond what it used to be, reaching a level of exquisite craftsmanship.

A raging inferno swept in, accompanied by rolling waves of heat.

Roronoa Zoro and Kuina, along with other dojo disciples, only had time to raise their arms to shield themselves from the onslaught of heat before they heard a series of clanging sounds, like the clashing of morning bells and evening drums.

"when!"

The Zanpakuto, enveloped in flames, clashed with the gleaming white Wado Ichimonji, and both renowned swords trembled violently.

Centered around Yang Ming and Koushirou, the mahogany floor inside the dojo cracked inch by inch, forming a complex spiderweb-like pattern.

A fierce gust of wind swept outwards, lifting the gym disciples, including Roronoa Zoro and Kuina, off the ground. They stumbled and fell, groaning in pain.

Roronoa Zoro stumbled and bumped his forehead, a bump appearing on his forehead. He rubbed his aching head and groped his way to his feet. Without even tending to his wound, he quickly looked up at the center of the battle.

Two figures, one in white and one in gray, crossed paths.

The scorching blade and the cold, sharp edge of the blade converge to create a scene that appears magnificent but is actually fraught with hidden danger.

Yang Ming's swordsmanship was all passed down from the naval academy. His moves were characterized by a bold and expansive style, without many fancy techniques, consisting mainly of simple slashing and thrusting.

Any skill in the world, if repeated a thousand or ten thousand times every day, even if it is just a simple straight punch, if one can persevere for decades, may be trained to become the strongest in the world.

Since his transmigration, Yang Ming first received guidance and training from Garp, and then entered the Naval Academy for systematic learning. Even now, he seems to have the ability to look down on his peers, but he still remains true to his original aspiration and continues to cultivate and train day and night.

This swordsmanship, which anyone can wield, embodies Yang Ming's unwavering will and bears the unique mark of his temperament, giving it a grand and majestic feel.

In contrast, Koushirou, relying on the swordsmanship passed down through generations of the Shimotsuki family in Wano Country, possessed a style as intricate and beautiful as cherry blossoms, with fragmented, sharp blades that resembled the falling petals of blooming cherry blossoms.

Every inch of the blade's edge possesses the power to cut through steel.

Such intricate blade light, through quantitative change leading to qualitative change, elevates to a higher level.

Roronoa Zoro's ten fingers were almost digging into the gaps between the mahogany floorboards. Affected by the strong wind from the aftershocks of their battle, his thin body fluttered like a flag in the wind, almost throwing him away again.

But at this moment, Roronoa Zoro felt a shock in his heart, recalling the second half of what his master had said.

"The level of cutting through steel is such that even if a swordsman does not want to cut paper, the paper will not break."

Roronoa Zoro initially thought his master was joking with him.

How could a blade so sharp not be able to cut through even paper?

But now, Roronoa Zoro has finally witnessed it!