One Piece: Starting with Breathing Techniques

Under the cover of night, Kiro moved like the wind with the help of the [Extreme Speed] special effect, and soon arrived at a gym with its doors tightly closed.

Tiger Slayer Sword Technique Dojo

Kiro looked up at the dojo's signboard. The dojo, which should have been bustling, seemed rather deserted, and there was no sound coming from inside the tightly closed doors.

Kiro frowned. Normally, there should be disciples practicing swordsmanship inside, but he didn't hear any sound.

Has this dojo already closed down?

But the weapons shop owner didn't seem to be lying.

It's so weird.

With these questions in mind, Kilo stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Boom!Boom!

No response.

Kiro frowned, then knocked on the bronze door even harder.

Boom! !

A moment later, there was still no movement from inside the gate.

Seeing this, a hint of disappointment appeared in Kilo's eyes.

Although the dojo's walls weren't high and he could easily scale them, he had come to ask for a sword, not to steal one, and a swordsman's pride wouldn't allow him to do such a thing.

It seems we have no choice but to give up.

Kilo sighed softly and was about to turn and leave when he heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

A gaunt old man, looking impatient, pushed open the door, glanced at Kiro, and said with some annoyance, "Has no one ever told you that it's impolite to keep knocking on other people's doors?"

This must be the Tiger-Slaying Dojo Master, Soniu, whom the weapon shop owner mentioned.

Kiro clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice sincere and earnest, "Master Soniu, my name is Kiro, I am a swordsman, and I have come today for 'Dragon Slayer'."

"I'm willing to pay a high price!"

Upon hearing this, Soniu remained unmoved; instead, a look of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Forget about it. Even if I never use the Dragon Slayer again, I won't sell this sword!"

Having said that, he was about to close the door and turn away guests when he caught sight of the two long swords hanging at Kiro's waist, and his pupils contracted.

"etc!"

Soniu's voice suddenly became urgent, even somewhat agitated.

He flashed and appeared beside Kiro the next moment, carefully examining the two knives.

Seeing this, Kiro casually took two knives from his waist and handed them to Soniu.

As he took the two familiar knives and caressed every detail that was exactly the same as in his memory, Soniu's eyes gradually became moist.

He put down his twin swords, let out a long sigh, and looked at Kiro, "Where...where did you get these two swords?"

"Never mind, let's go inside and talk."

Soniu changed his previous indifferent attitude, his eyes showing some complexity, and turned to walk into the dojo.

Kiro did not refuse and followed behind, curiously looking around the interior of the dojo.

The dojo was deserted and seemed rather empty. Dozens of scattered wooden stakes were covered in dust, and dusty wooden swords were casually placed in cardboard boxes, indicating that no one had used them for some time.

Arriving at a tea room, the two sat facing each other on the tatami mats, and Soyu handed them a cup of green tea.

Taking a sip of the steaming tea, Soniu sighed and spoke first, "Isn't it strange? Such a large dojo, yet it's completely empty."

Kilo was somewhat surprised, not expecting Sonny to bring it up on his own initiative.

He remained silent and continued to listen to Sonny's story.

A complex expression appeared on his aged face, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in Soniu's eyes. "A long time ago, Zhanhu Dojo was the most famous dojo on Liuhua Island, and people came to learn swordsmanship in an endless stream."

"Everyone on Liuhua Island knows him, and many swordsmen from the Western Sea come here because of his reputation."

"Everything was initially heading in a positive direction..."

Soniu's expression gradually turned painful, as if he was recalling unbearable memories.

"But everything changed two years ago when Pirate King Roger announced the existence of ONE PIECE to the world."

"My eldest disciple, a swordsmanship genius recognized by the dojo, chose to go to sea and become a pirate."

"To make a name for himself, he killed all the disciples in the dojo while I was away and stole my two treasured knives."

Soni's voice was a little hoarse, and his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. A few drops of scalding tea splashed out and landed on the tatami mat, but he didn't notice.

"From then on, no one dared to come to my dojo to learn swordsmanship, and I could not convince myself to teach new disciples."

"And my eldest disciple..."

"No, it's that beast..."

Soniu's gaze fell on the two knives, his voice trembling slightly.

"His name is Vorshavn."

"I haven't seen him since he defected from the dojo."

Soni took a deep breath, somewhat excited. "Now, tell me, young man."

Why are you carrying these two knives?

"Can you tell me where Vorshavin is right now? I need to...clean house!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

Meeting Sonny's gaze, Kiro remained calm and said matter-of-factly, "Frostwyn? He's dead."

"I killed him with my own hands."

Soniu's breath hitched, his body swayed, and the color drained from his face.

"He...is dead?" A complex mix of emotions swirled in his eyes.

Kiro nodded and added, "When I met him, he had completely become a pirate who disregarded life."

"I have no reason to let him go."

After a long silence, Soniu let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, or as if he had lost his last attachment.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face, the sound of liberation echoing in the empty temple.

After a moment, having vented her emotions, Soni wiped away her tears and carefully examined Kilo.

The young swordsman's eyes were clear and pure, without any frivolity or restlessness, only a steadfast dedication.

Soniu faintly sensed a sword intent emanating from Kiro, a power that only swordsmen devoted to the sword could wield.

"Kilo, you've come here to slay the dragon, haven't you?"

"Come with me."

Sou turned around and made his way to a secret room in the dojo, where he took out a long, sheathed katana from a hidden compartment in the wall.

The scabbard is deep blue, engraved with intricate cloud patterns, and the ancient blade exudes an invisible sharpness.

"Actually, the Tiger Slayer Dojo was a dojo left behind by a swordsman who traveled the world hundreds of years ago."

"And 'Dragon Slayer' was that swordsman's first sword."

After acquiring a better weapon, that swordsman chose to leave "Dragon Slayer" at this dojo, to be passed down through generations of my family.

With a hint of nostalgia and longing in his eyes, Soniu began, "And that swordsman..."

"His name is Shimotsuki Ryoma!"

Kiro's expression changed; everyone knew the name of Ryoma.

Shimotsuki Ryoma was a legendary swordsman from Wano Country hundreds of years ago. He was undefeated in his life and was revered as the God of Swords for his feat of "slaying the dragon".

In the original work, Ryuma's body was transformed into a zombie by Moria, who then entrusted his sword "Shusui" to Zoro.

Who would have thought that this dojo was left behind by Ryoma before his death?!

Gripping the hilt, Soni slowly drew the sword from its sheath, his voice filled with undisguised pride, "As Ryoma's first sword, how could the Dragon Slayer be just an ordinary sharp blade?"

As the dragon-slaying sword was drawn, its slender blade, about a meter long, gleamed with a frosty luster under the moonlight, and its thin, cicada-wing-like edge shimmered with a blinding cold light.

Kiro was somewhat surprised. Although he had never seen a fast knife before, his swordsman's intuition made him subconsciously sense something was amiss.

Realizing something was wrong, Kiro suddenly stood up, disbelief in his eyes.

"Could it be...?"

Soniu nodded, his eyes filled with pride as he stared at Zhanlong.

"That's right, the Dragon Slayer is a great sword!"

"How could something that serves as the sword of 'Sword God' Ryoma be merely a sharp blade?"