Chapter 10: Naming 'Yaksha'
At noon, Alsace sweated profusely under the scorching sun, waving his arms towards the sea.
The boring training is accompanied only by a lovely pair of eyes hidden in the reef.
It was the sea otter he saved, who witnessed the whole process of Alsace's desperate training, and did not understand why the handsome human in front of him had to train hard.
Kill two mercenaries in one day, hundreds of bosses, and want to rule a town in two days, Capone Becky's Godfather of the West Sea journey is really fast.
Just as Arthas was thinking, he swung his knife with all his might, feeling missed.
He looked at the inferior blade that had been broken by himself, and his face turned dark.
"I have to pay for nothing..."
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West Sea, 320 naval base.
500 heavily armed naval soldiers are gathering under the warships in the harbor.
The head of the school officer is tall and muscular.
Filled with a heroic aura of justice, he clasped his hands around his chest and solemnly glanced at the soldiers gathered at the port.
"Soldiers, the southern town of Yobru is back in the fear of gangs."
The voice of the colonel who spoke was sonorous and exciting, and the soldiers listened with a solemn face.
"Justice does not need these maggots to kill people's lives, and our operation has been valued by the headquarters, and we must work together to sweep away the underworld forces and protect the safety of the people.
"Willing to follow Major Polis to sweep away the evil forcesββ!"
The speech before the departure lifted the soldiers, boosted their morale, and made them understand that this purge was for justice.
Acting for the safety of the civilian population.
Let the soldiers have the belief that they will see death as if they were home.
"Ready to go, board the ship!"
Major Polis gave the order for all the soldiers to start boarding the ship.
The civilian soldier came to Polis's side with documents reported by the townspeople:
"Major."
"I know what you're going to say, get on board, Capone Becky is no match for us."
"No, Major." The civilian soldier flipped through the file and continued to report:
"Someone in that town saw with their own eyes that a young man with a knife drew and swung his knife in a second, and instantly cut off the head of the little leader Aoife."
"Oh? So fast? β
"This boy is called Arthas, and he came out of nowhere, and he hangs out with Capone Becky's newly established gang organization every day."
The Navy Lieutenant remained calm after his fame and deeds, he was a beginner in the Navy Six.
Although he has not fully mastered any of them, his physical ability is also very strong at the rank of major.
"Arthas? How old is it? What is the purpose of killing? β
"I don't know if I have a photo of myself, only the description provided by the townspeople is very long, very young, and has an extraordinary appearance."
"Hehe, now the West Sea is just a few miscellaneous pirates and gangsters, and when the time comes, hand him over to me."
The major's self-confidence stems from the fact that he has learned the six styles of the navy, and he is also considered a strong man in the four seas.
I didn't think anyone could beat the huge team he led.
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The town of Yobru, a blacksmith's shop.
"Your knife is repaired, boy."
The blacksmith handed him Alsace's superior knife and continued:
"Under the tempering of my technology, its toughness has been slightly improved."
When he pulled out the knife, he saw that there were 3 more burn marks on the flawless knife body.
Is this blacksmith so good? I can make the same lines as those famous knives.
The texture extends against the cutterhead, and the weight of the knife increases slightly.
It's about twice as heavy as before, about 7-8 pounds.
Arthas picked it up and waved it, perhaps because of the increased strength, feeling much more at his disposal than before.
There are still some flaws, but it's enough.
"Boss, your craftsmanship is so good, I'll give you another two thousand Baileys."
Without waiting for the boss to accept, he put the boss's severed knife and money on the tool table and hurried away.
"Hehe, it feels good to be recognized."
Seeing Arthas leave, the boss picked up the scabbard and pulled it out at that moment.
The mood that had been happy was instantly shattered, and his eyes were full of shadows and black lines.
Only the blade with the hilt and the blade disjointed remained, which made him stunned.
Immediately, he angrily raised his scabbard to Alsace on the street and yelled:
"Bastard! It turns out that you gave me an extra 2,000 Bailey as compensation. β
Hearing the boss's voice, Arthas reluctantly turned around with an embarrassed face and apologized:
"I'm sorry..."
After apologizing, Arthas walked away, he didn't want to spend too much money.
"Damn the little imp... Alas, forget it. The blacksmith looked at the knife in his hand with some shock.
"How many times did he swing?"
The inferior knife was broken in less than 20,000 times under Alsace's vigorous swing practice.
On the street, Arthas kept his eyes on the knife at his waist.
"Since you can be upgraded through blacksmith tempering, why don't you give you a name?"
The sword is known for relying on people, and Arthas does not think that he will be inferior to those sea thieves in the future.
In the original book, those famous knives have names.
"Hmm..."
Arthas clutched his chin and began to think that he was going to give the knife a name according to his character.
Once given a name, it means that it is the natal weapon of Arthas.
"I love the night, the rainy day... Isolated..."
He hated the Draconians, who were called sinners in Arthas's mind by oppressing the commoners by power.
After some thought, he decided to name his sword 'Yaksha'.
Legend has it that the Yaksha loved to eat human flesh and drink blood, and often haunted the wilderness or cemeteries at night.
However, his position in hell is to torment sinners.
but in the world it is a scourge to one side.
It's a good fit for Arthas's current situation, after all, it's only a matter of time before he becomes a pirate scourge.
"You will be called henceforth," said Arthas, raising his sword above his head, staring at the glare of the sun.
"Yaksha, I will gradually upgrade you to one of the famous blades."
A good knife is undoubtedly the most helpful to a swordsman, not only to block other people's attacks, but also to keep the blade continuous.
Just after choosing a name, a ragged child in the street rushed towards Alsace with a knife.
"Die, wicked, and kill you before the navy arrives."
Suddenly, Arthas, sensing that something was wrong, was holding the hilt of the knife and swung it vigorously at the blade in the child's hand.
"Ahh
The moment the blade in the child's hand was shot down by Arthas, his wrists cracked with a cracked sound.
The blade fell to the ground, and the child was also frightened, lying on the ground and screaming at the pain in his hands.
"Wicked? I? β
Arthas lifted his chin with the tip of his knife and asked, "I don't remember messing with you." β
In this kind of world, there are countless cases of children sneaking up on adults with knives.
Killings are normal, but they cause panic among the townspeople and report them to the navy.
"Those underworld forces you colluded with killed my father!"
"Oh... That's unfortunate. Arthas looked cold, not caring about a response at all.
In any case, since there is a newly debuted Capone Becky on this island, many people will die before he is named the "Godfather of the Western Sea".
"Sure enough, your conflict killed our relatives, or this cold-blooded attitude!"
"I didn't kill it, get out of here, stinky little ghost."
With Yaksha in his scabbard, Arthas walked away quickly.
The child's behavior made him immediately realize that he had to be vigilant at all times.
The island is full of illegal gun owners, and it would be over if they were attacked by a sneak attack.
"It seems that the training ground... You can't be by the sea, you have to go to the hidden mountains. β
Arthas's strength didn't reach the point of dodging bullets, and even if he turned on the polarization move, he felt a little hanging, because he didn't dodge.