When I came out of the dream, it was night.

Guina walked around the dojo when she saw her gentle father standing on the edge of the pool, his hands trembling, and as soon as she approached, there was a wave of heat.

"Father, ...... you" she looked at her father in confusion.

She had never seen her father make such a gesture.

"I'm sorry, Guina, I'm going to learn the family knife forging technique recently, so I'm going to ask you to take care of the dojo during this time."

He said so.

Koshiro Shizuki inserted his hand into the pool, feeling the cold and warm water wrap his arms tightly and moan in comfort.

Forging knives...... It's hard, isn't it?

Guina thought.

After explaining some things to Guina, Koshiro Shizuki returned to the forge room and began to work as a craftsman in the face of the intense heat.

Kozaburo Shizuki didn't pay attention to his son, he had already devoted himself to such a thing as forging a sword.

Because of the lack of tools, many places need human hands to make corrections, humans are not machines after all, and Frost Moon Kozaburo is not at his peak, so he has to be careful, and then be careful, burst out of his little strength, swing the power hammer in tons, and smash it on the red-hot steel ingot.

Time flies.

Seven more days passed.

In the forging room, a double-edged longsword that shimmered with cold light had already taken shape.

"Why the double edge, father."

Koshiro Frost Moon cautiously asked the old man who had not closed his eyes for seven days and nights.

The double-edged sword is rarely popular on the sea, because when people use this double-edged sword, when one side faces the enemy, the other side must face themselves.

At this time, if you cut the blade at the enemy, the enemy will block it with a weapon, and if the sword rebounds, it will be dangerous to yourself.

It can be described as a natural devouring demon knife.

"Because it's for kings, Shiro!" Kozaburo Shizuki grinned, and he plunged his knife into the pool, and a cloud of steam filled the air.

"Only the final decorations are left, let me sleep first, but unfortunately, only to the extent of a good knife...... ...... old in the end?"

"Father, I'll drag you back......" Koshiro Shizuki was ashamed.

"It's not your fault, there are always regrets in everything, isn't it?"

Kozaburo Frost Moon snorted, and his full arms began to shrink again, even more old than before.

This sleep, Frost Moon Kozaburo slept for a whole week before slowly waking up, and when he woke up, there was a thunderous sound coming from his abdomen.

He was awakened by hunger.

"Meat!"

The roar shattered the glass and the door.

Kozaburo Frost Moon roared subconsciously, hunger constantly pounding his will.

Frost Moon Koshiro had already prepared, but he saw that all the food and water around Frost Moon Kosan Lang were slowly all around.

Looking at these foods, Kozaburo Frost Moon couldn't care about anything else, so he grabbed these things and stuffed them into his mouth.

He hadn't eaten or drunk for two weeks.

It's just that he relies on a strong physique to survive.

"Father, you're crazy about forging knives."

Hearing the roar of Kozaburo Frost Moon, Koshiro hurried to speak.

Even if a martial artist is physically strong, he can't destroy his body at will like this all the time.

Frost Moon Kosan Lang ate four or five tons of food, and then he wiped his mouth and had the spare energy to talk to Frost Moon Koshiro.

"If you don't do this, you won't be able to forge a good knife, and only by focusing can you make a good blade." He said.

"It's a pity that now I, even if I try my best, I can't raise the grade to the level of the same level as the Taoist text."

He looked at his old arm, which had something like an old age spot.

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

"That kid has a strong learning ability, and he has a foundation in his own right, and he has basically understood the techniques of a swordsman, and the road after that, only perseverance and his own talent are left to move forward." Koshiro Shizuki said.

He didn't expect that Kozaburo Frost Moon, who had never asked the Dao Field, would care about a pirate's child.

Then he thought about it.

The knife...... Did you hit that boy on purpose?

Wouldn't it be bad to use a demon knife on such a small child?

The same high-grade blade, one is called a famous knife, and the other is called a demon knife, that is, between knives and knives, they have their own qualities.

Demon knives are fierce knives, and the weak cannot control them.

"Really? Luffy has learned the sword path of Frost Moon. ”

Kozaburo was silent for a moment, pondering whether to hand over the samurai's path to his granddaughter, Guna.

Bushido is a kind of subordinate way, for the sake of the monarch's interests, there must be people who are not afraid of sacrifice, and who are willing to die for the sake of the monarch.

He slowly got up and walked through the portal destroyed by the sound waves, Koshiro Shizuki following behind his father.

Kozaburo Frost Moon watched the young swordsmen practice swinging their swords in the courtyard and in the dojo, Guina and Zoro were fighting, the green-haired boy's moves were as fierce and fearless as ever, and the sword path was wide open and closed, and the sword was endless.

It's a pity that his force is still a little weaker than Guina.

Guina, who has practiced family swordsmanship since she was a child, has no doubt that she is better than the boy Sauron in all aspects.

A bushido like Samina Chi is not suitable for Gu Ina after all.

In contrast, that swordsman with two blades was more suitable for this path.

"Have they become so strong?" Kozaburo Frost Moon was a little surprised.

"Yes, Luffy seems to have given them a lot of things to exercise their bodies, so that their strength and combat experience have improved by leaps and bounds." Koshiro Shizuki said.

That's right, that's Karp's grandson after all.

Kozaburo Frost Moon nodded slightly.

Presumably, Karp taught Luffy a lot of secret techniques.

Guina is undoubtedly a genius swordsman, and if she weren't for her daughter, Kozaburo Frost Moon believed she would have made it to the top.

But Guina is a daughter, and her goal is not only a powerful swordsman, such a simple goal, but to be the number one swordsman in the world, to reach the top.

Such a goal, Frost Moon Kozaburo doesn't know if he can do it, because there have been powerful female swordsmen in history, but there are no female swordsmen who are strong enough to reach the top...... Guina, you with such great ambitions...... Why...... Is it a daughter?

He looked away from his granddaughter with a complicated look.

If Guina is a boy, then she... He must be able to recreate the legend of slaying dragons 800 years ago, right?

The girl's eyes were sharp, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her grandfather was looking at her, so she decided to win beautifully.

In the next second, the word of Kazudo shook Zoro's twin blades away.

"You're not far from it!" The girl tilted her head proudly, revealing her beautiful swan neck.

But grandfather's gaze shifted to Zoro.

"Humans are timid precisely because they cherish their bodies!"

"Giving up the name, leaving the wisdom, and then emptying the head and cutting it off, this is the path of Shura, and [giving up the name and wisdom] is also."

Passing by Sauron, the old warrior said this, and went back to the forge room.

That sword, there is one last process to be completed.

The young king will not stay here for long, so when he embarks on a new path, offer his sword with both hands.

Guina held the handful of words and words, her head bowed slightly, and an emotion called jealousy was born in her heart.

She looked up at the blue sky and tried to swallow back the tears that had welled up.

The nails have sunk into the flesh.

It's okay Guina, I'll prove myself, and I'll definitely be the number one swordsman!

I won't cry anymore!

"...... the name?" Zoro looked at the old man's back in the distance with some confusion.

He looked back, only to see that there was not a trace of blood on Guina's face.

Her hair covered half of her face, and she raised her head coldly and arrogantly, with the coldness of her independence.