"Self-deception ......"

I don't know why, after getting the famous sword boat and listening to the deeds told by Pres, Carlando always has an indescribable understanding.

Because of this strange realization, Carlando didn't wash and sleep when he returned, but wanted to practice swordsmanship.

"Chop."

"Thorn style."

"Pick-and-roll."

"Rack."

Carlando leaped forward, slashing across the empty backyard, then lungeing through the air in front of him like an arrow from a string, then striking a surprise pick-and-roll with a backlash, and finally retracting the knife.

It's okay if you don't practice, but the feeling in my heart becomes more and more intense when I practice, but I still don't know why.

"Go on!"

Although Calando didn't know what this realization was, he instinctively felt that it was a good thing, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the practice of basic and advanced sword postures.

As the so-called time of concentration is short, and Carando, who has ignored the passage of time, has long since lost count of how many knives he wielded.

It wasn't until the first rays of the morning sun reflected on his sweaty face that he suddenly came back to his senses, revealing a look of joy and clarity.

"Is this the realm of extended slashing?"

Callando stared at the many knife marks on the ground, and a long-lost joy welled up in his heart. When there is no physical object, no one will cut a knife on the ground, and Carlando is the same, because it hurts the knife and there is nothing to be gained.

"Iai Shem!"

Callando closed his eyes, and the long knife whizzed across the air in front of him. For this style, he could clearly feel that his knife had grown a little longer out of thin air, and the feeling of cutting through the air with an extra part was so intoxicating to him.

"I didn't expect that the reason why I understood the extension of this realm was the four words of self-deception."

How to deceive others without flaws? If you believe in yourself first, why can't you deceive others? In the previous practice, Carlando unconsciously hypnotized himself, deceiving himself that he could cut faster, fiercer, and farther! That's why I realized the realm of extending slashing.

Having fulfilled his wish, Calando put the famous sword boat back into its scabbard, and his heart was still reminiscing about the feeling of a new realm.

"The soul of the murder weapon, the extension of the heart ......"

That's right! The two sentences summarized by Beichen Great Sword Hao are really far-sighted in the eyes of the current Carrando. Reading these two sentences before comprehending them, I was a little confused, but after comprehending them, I admired them from the bottom of my heart.

From the outside, it seems that the extended slash only increases the effective attack range, but in fact it is not.

As he unleashed the extended slash, Callando felt his perception rise to its current limit, the blade slicing through the air as if it were a hand.

And the part that extends is beyond the boundaries of perception, giving him a sense of indestructibility that anything can be cut open.

"Although there are many strange things in this world that will be inexplicably conscious, such as ship elves, ordinary weapons, obviously, do not. So the soul of the murder weapon refers to the knife turning into a part of itself? As for the extension of the mind, does it explain that the extra part is the mind? ”

The popular interpretation of the mind is spirit and will, so this extension can be counted as the will interfering with reality? After thinking about it for a while, Carlando felt that he couldn't explain the current situation at all with his current understanding, so he decisively gave up and continued to explore.

"There's another takeaway."

Carlando pulled the longboat out again, the blade straight to the center of his eyebrows. Then, after brewing for more than ten seconds, he suddenly used his Devil Fruit ability combined with an extended slash and swung it out.

……

"How could any thief bypass our close surveillance, run into Viscount Zick's treasure place, and succeed in stealing a batch of precious treasures?"

Alimu couldn't believe it was true. Watkin's ability, although not very strong, will never be so-so in arranging the surveillance circle.

"Is it really a god who is idle and bored?"

Alimu could not have imagined that this was something that his own people had done by themselves, so he could only resign himself to Calando to intercede for his brother.

"Hey......"

Ali Mu peeked into Kalando's seat, and there was some undisguised meaning. In such a situation, he let himself go through the back door to intercede for his brother, and you can imagine how entangled and uncomfortable he is now.

"Watkin......

But Alimu has no choice but to lend a helping hand to his brother, whom he has known for many years, so he can only endure coming to the headquarters to see Carando.

Outside Callando's residence, Alimu briefly sorted out his manners, forced himself to forget those hesitating, embarrassing and uncomfortable attitudes, pushed the door and walked in.

Alimu, who had just entered the door, unexpectedly found that Calando was practicing swordsmanship in the front yard, so he was about to say hello first, but was shocked by the scene in front of him......

"Fly, fly, slash, slash!?"

What did Alimu see? He saw Callando wield his long knife, and then a seemingly nonexistent slash shot out and slashed into the wall, splitting it in two.

"Sword, sword, sword!?"

Alimu looked at Carlando in disbelief. He knew that the hallmark of a swordsman was his ability to easily slice through steel and deliver flying slashes. (Flying Slash is less powerful than an entity slash of the same power)

And seeing that Callando's flying slash could directly split the wall in two, he knew that Calando could definitely cut through the steel easily.

In other words, he, Carlando, turned out to be a sword master? Alimu was deeply dazed after being shocked, he actually wanted to grab a seat from a real swordsman?

"Alimu, what are you doing in a daze? What's the matter with me? By the way, I'll go out and ask someone to repair the wall that I had broken. ”

When Kalando heard that Alimu mistakenly thought that he was a swordsman, not only did he not say anything, but also deliberately guided him to deepen his impression.

Hey! Knowing that I am a sword hero, are you afraid of flying and slashing warnings? Do you dare to peep into my seat? What a windfall, while developing the ability to use knives, it also shocked a wave of ill-intentioned Alimu.

"Okay, okay. I'll call someone to fix the wall when I get out. ”

Hearing Callando's words, Alimu swallowed his saliva with an ugly face.

"Boss, boss."

Hearing Alimu call himself the boss when he opened his mouth, Carlando suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

"I'm here for what Watkin is responsible for."

Alimu is not unaware of his changes.

"Watkin? Was it the theft of Viscount Curry's house? The responsibility for this is not small......"

When Kalando saw Alimu, he knew that he had come to intercede for Watkin, because nothing else was worth it.

"Boss, I know, but you can't blame Watkin for not keeping a good eye on this. I suspect there's a very powerful thief on Leyden Island, and our surveillance circle is nothing more than his own. ”

When will I still be known as a thief? Carlando forced a smile, the serious expression on his face not moving.