Outside the San Pobla business district, Arakawa Dokan.

As a well-known local gym, the Arakawa Gym has a large number of local students, and even some students from other places come to study, and its gym has many well-known swordsmen, the first generation of the Arakawa family head and the third generation of the family head are even great swordsmen.

Although there are no great swordsmen in the Arakawa Gym, which has now reached the eighth generation, there are also many swordsmen at the level of swordsmen.

This inheritance has made the Arakawa Dokan famous all over the world, and there is an endless stream of people seeking to study.

In addition, San Pobla is a famous tourist destination, and the whole island is like spring all year round, making it a perfect place to live.

These have also made Spring and Queen City famous, and within the navy, there are also many retired navy members who choose to settle here, and many generals who choose to spend their holidays here.

After all, it's not too far from Justice Island, so it's very convenient to get here.

The Arakawa Dojo was open as usual, and the disciples in the dojo had already started their morning classes, and the dojo was filled with the sound of exercise one after another.

A young man with short hair on his back stepped on the light from a distance and came to the door of the hall without hurrying.

He was wearing very decent clothes, his white shirt was embellished with some classical patterns, the stitching of the collar and cuffs could be seen to be very textured, and the young man also had a temperament that ordinary people did not have.

It has a sharpness that ordinary people don't have.

Behind him was a long knife taller than a man, the hilt of which was erected high above his head, and the hilt was inlaid with ornate gems and ornamented with simple and ornate ornamentation, but it did not take away the brilliance of the long knife itself.

This is a young man who will be noticeable just by standing there, and a long knife that will attract people's attention whenever it appears.

People are like knives, knives reflect people!

The two disciples of the Arakawa Gym guarding the door glanced at each other, and they could tell from the momentum of this young man that this person was probably not here to learn kendo.

The eyes, in particular, are sharp enough to pierce the human body.

The two stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?" What are you here for? ”

The young man's gaze swept over the two of them, and they both had the illusion that they had been cut by a knife: "Jorakol. Mihawk, who has heard the name of Arakawa for a long time, came to visit the owner of the Arakawa Gym, and hoped to give him advice. ”

His voice was steadily transmitted through the gate into the courtyard, causing the huge courtyard to fall silent for a while.

Kick the gym!

Someone who is so bold as to come to the Arakawa Gym to kick the gym is like an unheard of strange story.

I can't say the same, after all, there were often fanatics who came here to kick the gym to challenge in the past, but the Arakawa Gym is still good, and those who kick the gym have disappeared.

In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer people kicking the gym, especially in the past two years, and there is no one left.

I didn't expect to meet another one today.

The faces of the two people in front of the door darkened, they were all new disciples who had joined the Arakawa Gym for a short time, but they both knew the prestige of the Arakawa Gym, and they never thought that there was someone so bold, and it was a young man who didn't look older than them.

One of the people with fast brains said loudly: "Arrogant guy, who do you think you are, you just want to see our pavilion master, let's pass our level first." ”

Mihawk glanced at the two of them and shook his head: "You can't do it, you're too weak to be worth my fight." ”

His voice was very flat, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing, which was about to blow up the two of them.

"Look for death!"

The man who spoke first let out a loud shout, and he stepped forward, and the long knife in his hand was suddenly drawn and stabbed at Mihawk head-on.

【Draw the sword and slash】

However, the sword flashed in the air, and before he could see how Mihawk made the knife, the young man who took the lead was swept into the courtyard.

The long knife in his hand was also directly broken into two.

Mihawk's taller knife behind his back was still on his back, and under the trembling gaze of another person, he walked into the gate of the Arakawa Gym.

A middle-aged man in a Taoist uniform walked out, he looked to be in his fifties and less than sixty years old, about two meters five in height, under the wide uniform, it seemed that his figure was not burly, and his face looked light.

But the footsteps are very steady, every step is as if it has been measured, stepping on the same distance, no more, no less.

Around him, there were many students, most of them were young, and there were even many underage little ones, most of whom looked at him with the same hatred.

The middle-aged man picked up the young man on the ground and asked him to retreat back, his eyes swept over the broken knife on the ground, and his eyes shrank slightly.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

He looked at Mihawk's body again, especially when he saw the knife behind Mihawk's back, the indifference on his face had disappeared, and he became very serious: "I am the owner of the Arakawa Gym, Arakawa Muxin." Young man, do you want to challenge me? ”

Mihawk has been immersed in kendo since he was a child, and he has a paralyzed face every day, and rarely has other expressions, and at this time it is almost the same, even if he sees Arakawa Muxin, his eyes have just become brighter.

As a swordsman, he is also straightforward, without any politeness: "That's right, in order to become the strongest swordsman, I have challenged many people along the way, and this time I came to San Bobla, I heard the reputation of Arakawa Ichigo, I hope you will not disappoint me." ”

Arakawa Kikoro looked at the young man and asked, "Black Knife Night!" Are you a descendant of the Jorakol family? ”

"I'm Jorakol. Mihawk. Mihawk nodded.

Sure enough, it was rumored that Jorakol had a pair of eyes like eagle eyes, but he didn't expect such a young man to appear among his descendants. I can promise your challenge, and as a condition, if you lose, you will join my Arakawa Gym. ”

"Good! I promise you. ”

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"Hey, who's going to win? Why don't you go any further. ”

On a merchant ship bound for San Pobla, there was a man who was telling an interesting story about what happened in San Pobla, especially focusing on the story of a young man who challenged Arakawa Mushin a few days ago, which attracted a lot of people's attention.

The man was not in a hurry to be urged, he was himself a sailor of the merchant ship, and explaining what had happened in San Bobla was also an attractive means.

"Hehe, guests, just explaining, but my saliva is dry, I have to let people rest their throats." The man smiled slyly, "Of course, if there is a glass of cold golden rum at this time, maybe the next highlights will automatically come out of his throat." ”

"You bastard, what an abomination, a glass of golden rum, why don't you say you want the royal golden rum of Elclan, greedy fellow, I curse you. But I'll give you this cup of golden rum, and if the rest of the story isn't exciting, you'll just wait to be thrown into the sea by me to feed the fish. A very fat businessman cursed loudly.

The man smiled flatteringly, "You are such a generous guest, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and this time you will be able to make your wish come true and make a fortune on your trip." ”

Someone went to get gold rum for him, and everyone who was attracted by the story could only wait helplessly and anxiously.

A young couple leaning on the side of the boat snuggled together, they had an incomparably outstanding appearance, and they simply stood out in the crowd, but their bearing made ordinary people dare not approach and talk.

They also listened to the story, and the woman asked the man next to her, "Alan, who do you say won?" It's Mihawk who has eagle-like eyes, or Arakawa Mushin-sensei. ”

Allen's eyes looked into the distance, as if he had seen the confrontation that took place in San Bobla: "Although I heard you say that Arakawa-sensei, who has a good relationship with your parents, is very strong in swordsmanship, I still think that it is the young man named Mihawk who wins. Alternatively, there is a good chance that the two will tie. ”

Nonsense, that's 'Hawkeye' Mihawk, the future world's number one swordsman. And that Arakawa Muxin himself has never stopped listening to it at all, although the current Hawkeye is still very young, but as long as it is the first, the strongest or the like, none of them are parallel goods.

"I don't believe it, Arakawa-sensei is very powerful, and when I was a child, my kendo foundation was laid down by Arakawa-sensei." Gion was a little upset, Alan actually looked down on her teacher, hmph, don't think about going to her bed tonight.

Alan smiled and said, "Gion, there are geniuses in this world, and all geniuses are guys who don't play cards according to common sense. I know your teacher is very strong, but didn't you say that the last time you saw him, your kendo strength surpassed his? Then do you think that with my current swordsmanship, I can beat your Araki-sensei? ”

After the sailor had drunk, the answer had been revealed, and the winner was Mihawk, the young man known as Hawkeye.

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Pls: I was drinking with my friends today, and I came back a little late. (To be continued)