One Piece: True Several Thousand Hands, rampaging across Marineford!

Kahn confirmed, "You really want to test your swordsmanship with me?"

Whitebeard drew his sword from his waist, his body trembling slightly, and said, "Of course."

She had long wanted to see just how skilled Kahn was at swordsmanship.

Ever since she started following her father, he had been praising this pirate, who was several years younger than her, in front of Whitebeard. She was very curious and had an urge to try it out, as she had never been in a competitive phase before.

He was able to defeat several great swordsmen in succession. Although he did not use Haki or Devil Fruit abilities and suppressed his power to a certain level, it was just a swordsmanship competition. But to defeat several legendary swordsmen in succession is something that a child who was less than ten years old at the time could really do.

They're like monsters!

The thought of battling someone like that, even a child, is enough to excite her.

Kahn: "Begin?"

Whitebeard nodded, took a step back to gain leverage, then raised his sword and thrust it straight forward.

A simple stab, so fast it's almost invisible to the naked eye.

The world of One Piece doesn't have many techniques, perhaps because the physical bodies of the strong are so exaggerated that they abandon techniques and pursue the power of Haki.

While Whitebey followed Newgate, influenced by the environment, he did not pursue skills but focused more on practicality, so he built a solid foundation in speed and fundamentals.

The sword strikes are executed with speed in mind.

The moves are simple and unadorned.

Kahn didn't move an inch, standing still without making any unnecessary movements. The sword was already in his hand, and he swept it upwards, accurately striking the weak point and severing the sword in the process.

Seeing that things were not going well, Whiteybe tried to dodge, taking several steps back. As she turned to the side, she felt a chill.

The sword was already pressed against her fair neck.

It felt as if I had deliberately run into it, and my feelings were immediately filled with mixed emotions.

Losing a contest is not terrible; what is terrible is not being able to see through it at all.

She couldn't fathom Kahn's true nature.

Swish!

Kahn sheathed his sword, looked at Whiteybe's dejected expression, and said, "Your foundation is good, choosing to pursue speed is a suitable choice for you."

"But I... still lost." Coming to her senses, Whitey sighed, "There's just no comparison in talent between people. A girl like me will never reach the top. If only I weren't a woman, maybe I could be even stronger."

Kahn disagreed with the notion that girls could never reach the top. He said, "Women's physical constitution is generally not as good as men's, and people's talents are also different. But most people on the high seas are just ordinary people. Your strength surpasses at least 90% of men your age. Your physical constitution is far stronger than mine without having eaten the fruit."

"Huh?"

Whitebey looked surprised. She lost too quickly and didn't notice that Kahn was actually a person with an average physique. Her own physique would surpass most people in the entire ocean.

But she never expected that someone with an average physique could stand out, it must be because they had an exceptional talent in some area.

If you eat a suitable fruit.

That would be even scarier.

But why is Kahn's physical condition so mediocre?

Isn't he the son of Wang Zhi, the world's greatest swordsman?

Their bloodline alone is impressive.

“You’ve reaped a good harvest; continue to pursue fundamentals and speed,” Kahn pointed her in the right direction.

Waidibe hesitated, "I don't really want to eat the fruit; I've heard it tastes terrible."

"Is this all the determination you have for pursuing power?" Kahn felt there was no need to continue the conversation; he wanted to test his newly acquired Devil Fruit ability.

We've been waiting for this fruit for far too long.

Whiteybe shouted, "Of course not! I haven't found the right fruit yet... Once I find it, I'll eat that Devil Fruit that tastes like shit without hesitation!"

……shit?

Another guy affected; Kahn has never tasted 'Oli Gei' before.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Whitebeard pleaded, "You can teach me swordsmanship, but I want to know how to cut through iron?"

Kahn stopped in his tracks.

Cutting iron?

It can be considered one of the sword realms in this world. Reaching the level of "Sword-Cutting" signifies that a swordsman has stepped into the realm of a Sword Master.

“You must have heard others talk about Iron-Cutting, tell me what they said?” Kahn felt a similar emotion towards Whitebe as he did towards Katakuri.

Knowing that her 'teacher' was willing to teach, Whiteybe honestly told what she knew: "Some swordsmen say that cutting iron allows you to feel the breath of all things, and some swordsmen say that as they keep cutting... they can cut through iron."

After listening, Kahn explained, "Listening to the breath of all things is a general concept, and it's normal that you can't understand it, since there isn't a systematic education for it in the world."

Katakuri nodded repeatedly, looking extremely approving. In fact, he followed Kahn's every word and action.

But Katakuri isn't brainless. He has his own principles and bottom line.

In his eyes.

The near-perfect Kahn was his lifelong pursuit.

Chapter 9 That Year, the Fifteenth

Whitebeard's face was full of longing.

Kahn, unfazed, continued, "Don't think too much about your breathing. Just say it literally: adjust your breathing, make it regular, coordinate it with your body, and put your body in an optimal state."

"Listening means emptying your mind and using your body to perceive everything around you. When you can feel the subtle differences in your surroundings, it means you have barely entered a new realm. You can close your eyes first and use your hands to feel the sword in your hand for a long time. There are also swordsmen who become one with their swords. It is never wrong to perceive from your own sword first."

"When your breathing reaches a certain level and your body is in an excellent state, combined with subtle perception and listening, you will occasionally enter that state. After mastering it, you will become a master swordsman who can cut through iron."

"What you're saying about being able to cut through iron with practice is about skill. Those sword masters have good natural talent, their bodies and swords are well-matched, forming excellent muscle memory, but their brains aren't very good."

"When you practice the basics, remember to feel the sensation of each swing of the sword, constantly adjust your breathing and focus your mind on the sword, forming a memory. That will bring you many benefits and help your future growth."

Whitebeard felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The levels of power in the world of One Piece are all vague and unclear. If you want to become stronger, without a strong person or a suitable mentor, you have to figure it out on your own and risk your life time and time again. It's nothing like what Kahn explained in such detail and in such an easy-to-understand way.

Suddenly, I had a direction.

Is this the difference between having a famous teacher and not having one?

My dad is still not good at some things.

Kahn's mouth got a little dry as he spoke.

Katakuri seized the opportunity, handed over a glass of water, and received an approving look from Kahn, which made him feel extremely satisfied.

Whitey Bay found it quite amusing to watch Kahn and Katakuri interact with each other so earnestly and adorably. No matter how mature a ten-year-old child is, his face still looks very childish.

"Thank you for your guidance, Professor Kahn!" Whiteybe bowed deeply.

Kahn waved his hand, "No need to thank me, thank Katakuri instead."

Katakuri, standing to the side, blushed. He hadn't understood anything Kahn taught him at first, but Kahn guessed it and painstakingly began to study the Iron-Cutting Realm he already knew, managing to teach him it.

"Then thank you, little brother Katakuri~" Whiteybe's cool and pretty face blossomed into a smile.

That unique charm surpasses all other kinds of beauty in the world.

Katakuri chuckled shyly. At his age, he was still a little boy, cheerful and polite. Contrary to his aloof appearance, he was a warm-hearted boy.

Whiteybe looked at the shy Katakuri and Kahn, who had a cool and cute look on his face.

She was becoming increasingly interested in the two little boys; they were quite interesting compared to other children her age she had met.

“Professor Kahn, your method is very easy to understand, and it’s invaluable on the high seas. How can I thank you?” Whiteybe thought for a few seconds. “I can’t think of anything. It’s giving me a headache. Let me know when you think of something. I really like both of you.”

After saying that, he left.

I will not bother Kahn anymore.

Katakuri watched Whitey Bay's departing figure and sighed, "Kahn, Whitey Bay is really thoughtful. Don't you plan to marry such a wonderful older sister?"

"..." Kahn slapped Katakuri, startling him. "What are you thinking at such a young age? Double the training today."

"Oh, I will try my best."

Katakuri thought to himself, "...Kahn, didn't Whitey Bay say 'Hmm, we're a good match' when we first met? Am I hearing things?"

Katakuri fell into self-reflection.

Then he asked, "Kahn, have you ever had a girl you liked?"

"……Have."

Kahn answered the question, and then nothing more was said.

Katakuri didn't ask any more questions.

Kahn once thought about finding a girlfriend, the kind of relationship that could lead to having children.

He once had a childhood sweetheart with whom he was very close.

It was a season when flowers were in bloom.

That was my innocent and naive first love.

That year, he was fifteen years old, in the prime of his youth, when he unexpectedly encountered his childhood sweetheart.

It sounds like a romantic story.

The first thing he said to the girl was, "Woman, when are you going to have a child for me?"

Snapped!

"Stinking rogue!"

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're handsome!"

Qingmei, her face flushed, ran away.

I was left standing there, completely bewildered.

Who says first love is always wonderful?!

At that moment, his disrespectful master was watching from not far away, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.