Pirate: I am King Luffy

"Please forgive me. I don't want to be a gentle person, nor do I want to be a good person. For me, this is just a shackle that prevents me from doing bad things."

In order to prevent himself from being infected by the people of Wano Country, Luffy bowed to the old man solemnly.

As a player who has played many dark games, Luffy feels that only a moral vacuum is the way to become the strongest.

Shimotsuki Kozaburo laughed loudly.

"You are really interesting. Even though you say that, your body is still very honest!"

How could Garp's grandson do something bad? Just think about it, it's impossible.

This is the grandson of a naval hero.

Damn, there really is something wrong with this Wano countryman's brain...

Luffy felt that something was wrong, so he decided to go back to the gym to practice swordsmanship.

He thought so.

"Well, I won't bother you fishing anymore... I'm leaving!"

It’s fine if the old guy doesn’t drop any equipment, but don’t pass on your problematic brain to my teeth!

Watching Luffy go away, Shimotsuki Kozaburo suddenly had an idea:

This guy made a double-edged sword. Could it be that he wanted to warn himself that [when you use the blade to hurt others, you will also be hurt by the blade]?

"As expected of a naval hero, Garp's grandson..."

He muttered to himself.

"This is a king worth following. It is too cruel to send such a king worth following to me when I am old..."

Shimotsuki Kosaburo was silent. A samurai must follow the daimyo. Only in this way can he be called a samurai.

Samurai without a daimyo were called ronin. They were poor samurai who wandered around without a fixed place to live. They were at the bottom of the samurai class's contempt chain.

He left Wano Country, gave the sword named Enma to the young Oden, went abroad illegally, and naturally became estranged from Wano Country, becoming a ronin.

Shimotsuki Kosaburo originally wanted to take the title of samurai into his coffin, but it seemed that God did not intend him to do so.

But it happened that the young king was born when he was about to die.

He could no longer pledge his loyalty to him...

Even so... there should be something we can do...

Shimotsuki Kozaburo put away his fishing rod, put it on his shoulder, and returned to the dojo leisurely.

Seems determined.

"Shiro... do you want to learn swordsmithing?"

He found his son, who was wearing glasses and drinking tea.

"Father...are you willing to pass on the sword-forging skills to me?" Shimotsuki Koshiro was somewhat surprised by his father's decision.

He saw his father's old and withered arms swell up rapidly.

Under Shimotsuki Koshiro's horrified gaze, his muscles suddenly bulged and burst through his clothes in an instant!

He transformed from a skinny and frail old man into a muscular man.

"Look, this is the forging of our Shimotsuki family!"

"I'll only show it once!"

He took the thin Koshiro to the utility room and found a huge hammer, a refined steel block, and the black whetstone.

A strong arm opened the mechanism on the floor, and Koshiro discovered that there was a complete set of knife-forging tools in the basement, all of which were things he did not recognize.

"To forge a good sword, we need to heat it to an unimaginable temperature. We need to use weapons to insulate the heat..."

"After the steel is heated to a red-hot state, the hand should hit the steel quickly and evenly with the power hammer..."

Shimotsuki Koshiro watched his father, who used his explosive arms to strike the red-hot steel quickly and evenly.

His arms were filled with mechanical beauty, pulling the red-hot steel into long strips under the action of the power hammer.

Shimotsuki Koshiro could not bear the rising heat, but had to stay and learn the family's inherited sword-forging technique. Only then did he realize that his father was such a macho man.

He noticed that his father's arm operated completely mechanically, and the frequency and force of the hammer's blows were exactly the same, things he was completely unable to do.

"Shiro, I need your help to lift that huge square hammer and cooperate with me in forging!" he ordered his son.

Shimotsuki Koshiro had no choice but to do as he was told. He took off his glasses, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his delicate arms, and then lifted the extremely heavy sword-forging tool.

A wave of heat hit my face.

"We need to repeatedly forge the steel blank and rotate it 90 degrees to create the knife pattern... Be careful not to crack the steel blank, otherwise it will be ruined. I don't have another piece of good steel to make a knife, and there is no machine here that is good enough to help me complete the forging..."

……

When the lunch break was over, the apprentices stayed in the dojo obediently, only to find that their teacher had not shown up.

Kuina had to announce the end of self-study, and then the apprentices happily ran to the forest and other places to play.

Self-study means playing freely.

"I don't know where my father has gone." Kuina said regretfully.

"Then let's go play in the dream!" Zoro suggested excitedly.

They were not worried that anything might happen to Shimotsuki Koshiro, because he was their master.

So the small group of four practiced against their own mirror images again in the dream.

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The reward from a shameless person (1/3)

Summoner | Kowloon Prince's additional chapter, because there are too many, so I put it at the end...

(End of this chapter)

96. Chapter 96: Abandoning Fame and Wisdom

96.

When I woke up from the dream, it was already night.

Kuina walked around the dojo and saw her gentle and elegant father standing by the pool with his hands shaking. As soon as she approached, waves of heat surged over her.

"Father, what are you doing..." She looked at her father in confusion.

She had never seen her father behave like this before.

"I'm sorry, Kuina. I need to learn the swordsmithing technique passed down from my family recently, so I'll have to ask you to take care of the dojo during this time."

He said so.

Shimotsuki Koshiro put his hands into the pool, feeling the cool, warm water wrapping his arms tightly, and moaned in comfort.

Forging a sword... is it hard work?

Kuina thought.

After explaining some things to Kuina, Shimotsuki Koshiro returned to the forging room again and did his work as a craftsman in the intense heat.

Shimotsuki Kosaburo ignored his son and was fully immersed in sword-forging.

Due to the lack of tools, many places need manual correction. After all, humans are not machines, and Shimotsuki Kozaburo is not in his prime, so he has to be careful, and use his limited strength to swing the power hammer measured in tons and smash it on the red-hot steel ingot.

Time flies by.

Another seven days passed.

Inside the forging room, a double-edged sword that gleamed with cold light had already taken shape.

"Why double blades, father?"

Shimotsuki Koshiro carefully asked the old man who had not slept for seven days and nights.

Double-edged swords are rarely welcomed on the sea, because when people use this double-edged sword, when one side faces the enemy, the other side will definitely face themselves.

At this time, if you point the sword at the enemy and the enemy blocks it with his weapon, the sword will bounce back and it will be dangerous to you.

It can be said to be a natural master-devouring demon sword.

"Because it is for kings, Shiro!" Shimotsuki Kozaburo grinned and inserted the knife into the pool, and steam filled the air.

"Only the final decoration is left. Let me get some sleep first. It's a pity that it's only at the level of Liang Kuai Dao... After all, I'm getting old..."

"Father, I've held you back..." Shimotsuki Koshiro was extremely ashamed.

"It's not your fault. There are always regrets, right?"

Shimotsuki Kosaburo began to snore, and his plump arms began to shrink again, looking even older than before.

Shimotsuki Kozaburou slept for a whole week before waking up slowly. After waking up, another thunder-like sound came from his abdomen.

He woke up from hunger.

"meat!"

The loud roar directly shattered the glass and the door.

Shimotsuki Kozaburo roared subconsciously, hunger constantly attacking his will.

Shimotsuki Koshiro was well prepared. Surrounding Shimotsuki Kosaburo were plenty of food and water.

Looking at these foods, Shimotsuki Kosaburo could no longer care about anything else and just grabbed these things and stuffed them into his mouth.

He has not eaten or drunk anything for two weeks.

He just managed to hold on by relying on his strong physique.

"Father, you are crazy about forging swords."

Hearing Shimotsuki Kozaburo's roar, Koshiro hurried over and said.

Even if a warrior has a strong physique, he cannot continue to destroy his body like this.

Shimotsuki Kosaburo ate four or five tons of food before he wiped his mouth and had enough energy to talk to Shimotsuki Koshiro.

"You can't forge a good knife if you don't do this. Only by focusing can you make a fine blade," he said.

"It's a pity that I can't raise my level to the level of Wado Ichimonji even if I try my best now."

He looked at his old arms, which had some things like age spots on them.

"How's Luffy's progress?" he asked again.

"That child has a strong learning ability and a solid foundation. He has basically understood the swordsman's techniques. All he has to do now is to keep training and use his own talents to improve," said Shimotsuki Koshiro.

He didn't expect that Shimotsuki Kosaburo, who had never visited the arena, would care about a pirate's child.

Then he began to think about something.

That knife...was it specially made for that boy?

Would it be inappropriate to use the magic sword on such a young child?

Blades of the same high quality may be called a famous sword or a demon sword, which means that each sword has its own quality.

The demon swords are strong swords and the weak cannot wield them.

"Really? Luffy has already learned Shimotsuki's swordsmanship."

Shimotsuki Kozaburo was silent for a moment, wondering whether he should hand over the samurai journey to his granddaughter Kuina.

Bushido is a way of being a subject. For the benefit of the monarch, some people are not afraid of sacrifice and are willing to die for their lord.

He slowly stood up and walked through the portal destroyed by the sound waves, and Shimotsuki Koshiro followed behind his father.

Shimotsuki Kosaburo watched the young swordsmen practicing swinging swords in the courtyard and dojo. Kuina and Zoro were fighting, and the green-haired boy's moves were as fierce and fearless as ever, with his sword movements wide and continuous.

Unfortunately, his fighting power was still slightly weaker than Kuina's.

There is no doubt that Kuina, who has been practicing family swordsmanship since childhood, is stronger than the boy Zoro in every aspect.

After all, Bushido like Samanachi is not suitable for Kuina.

In comparison, the dual-sword swordsman is more suitable for this path.