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Chapter 16: This Weapon and I Are Destined
Chapter 16: This Weapon and I Are Destined
In the Shirogane Dojo, in Koshiro's room.
Luk looked at his master with teary eyes.
"Master, are you going to abandon me? I've always considered you like a father to me, and I was hoping to take care of you in your old age. How can you bear to let me go?"
Koshiro was taken aback, his expression softening as he felt a twinge of emotion. He only had Kuina, and she was gone due to an accident. Hearing the word "father" now was quite...
Koshiro's gaze fell on Luk, and when he saw the rugged, heroic face and the muscular build that seemed capable of splitting mountains with a single punch, the sentiment quickly evaporated.
What kind of virtue and ability did he have to raise such a powerful and imposing son?
"You want to become a master swordsman, don't you? You can't achieve that without experiencing the world outside," Koshiro said earnestly.
"A swordsman's duty is to cut down enemies. A swordsman who has never seen blood is not a true swordsman. You must be tired of using those bamboo swords all the time."
That was true; he did want a good weapon.
The mysterious realm could only share strength, not items. The other Leks couldn't get their hands on the Zanpakuto from the Soul Reaper Lek, and they had to ask him to learn the manufacturing techniques for shallow strikes. But Soi Fon was in the Soul King Palace, and that was a matter for much later.
Even if he learned the techniques, the other worlds might not have the materials or other necessary conditions to create shallow strikes.
Luk's eyes lit up. "Are you going to give me a sword, Master? What kind? A Supreme Great Katana or a Great Katana? I'm not picky, anything will do."
As for the Lesser Great Katana, it wasn't very durable, but if he couldn't get the first two...
He could make do!
"Choke, choke, choke..."
Koshiro started coughing violently, surprised by Luk's shameless request, especially given his generally good behavior.
"How could a small dojo like mine have a sword of that caliber? Have you been drinking too much?"
"That's not true. I heard from the senior disciples that the last disciple who left the dojo received a Great Katana from you."
Koshiro: ...
Luk: ...
Koshiro: (ˇˇ)
Luk: ()
The two stared at each other for a moment, and Koshiro was the first to break, realizing the determination and sincerity in Luk's eyes.
Those eyes clearly said: I won't leave without a good sword!
How had he never noticed that his always "battle, awesome!" disciple had such a calculating side?
He had hidden it well!
Koshiro's expression fluctuated as he paced back and forth, looking at his eager disciple. After a moment of hesitation, he finally turned and entered the inner room.
A short while later, he emerged with a long, pitch-black sword with several white crescent marks on the blade.
"This sword is called Swallow Hawk. Although it's not on the list, it was crafted with great effort by my father. Its quality surpasses the Lesser Great Katana and is close to a Great Katana."
In the world of One Piece, weapons are categorized by quality. Ordinary swords are common, but above them are the renowned blades, which are crafted by famous swordsmiths.
The most outstanding examples are the Twelve Supreme Great Katanas, the Twenty-One Great Katanas, and the Fifty Lesser Great Katanas.
While this is the official ranking, the people who compile it can't possibly include every sword in the world, and swordsmiths don't just make one sword. Therefore, there are many swords that, though not listed, are of comparable quality.
Luk's brow furrowed. This old man really doesn't tell the truth. The renowned swordsmith Shirogane Koshiro, saying that a sword that doesn't even reach Great Katana status was crafted with great effort?
Yanma, one of the Twenty-One Great Katana, was merely a less-than-satisfactory creation by Kosanjiro in his declining years. The legendary swordsmith likely had the skill to forge a supreme great katana.
This Swallow Hawk, it seemed, was just a casual practice piece for him.
Oh well, since it was essentially free, Luke wasn't going to complain. Though it was a bit lower in quality, he really liked the swallow emblem on it.
Reluctantly, he decided to take it.
Luke wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and reached out to grab the sword.
Once, twice.
It didn't budge.
Koshiro was holding onto the hilt with a death grip, his eyes full of reluctance.
Luke: "Master, let go."
Koshiro: "……"
No way, giving such a good sword to this brat would break his heart.
Seeing that Koshiro still wouldn't let go, Luke shifted his gaze to the mysterious inner chamber of the room.
There had to be plenty of good stuff in there.
The look in Luke's eyes, like a stray dog eyeing a pile of feces, sent a chill down Koshiro's spine. Realizing his home was being targeted, Koshiro immediately released the sword, his thin frame blocking Luke's path.
Those were all mementos left by his father. This brat wanted one sword, and now he wanted another?
No way was he going to give him anything else!
Luke, having achieved his goal, flashed a shy, bashful smile.
It seemed that not just the people of the Flowering Nation, but the whole world, enjoyed compromise.
Koshiro wouldn't directly give him a famous sword, but if Luke set his eyes on all the other swords, Koshiro would relent.
"Thank you, Master. You're so kind. The dojo will be my second home from now on."
Luke happily took the Swallow Hawk, admiring it for a while before nodding in satisfaction. This sword and I are meant to be.
Koshiro, his face dark, said, "I'm just lending it to you. You have to return it."
Tsk, it's just an old sword. Is it really worth all this fuss?
Luke was thoroughly unimpressed by his master's behavior.
Then he stuck out his tongue.
Just as Koshiro was wondering what he was up to, Luke's large tongue licked the sword from the pommel to the hilt.
Koshiro: "……"
Luke then flipped the sword and repeated the process.
After he was done, Luke wiped his mouth and looked at Koshiro with the innocent eyes of a child, "Master, do you want it back?"
If Koshiro still wanted it, Luke would have to make the Swallow Hawk suffer a little, maybe by taking it to the bathroom for a test.
After all, a sword is for cutting people, and a little enchantment wouldn't hurt. At worst, it would just disgust the opponent.
"Here, take it."
Koshiro took a deep breath, telling himself to stay calm. He knew he wouldn't be getting the sword back anyway.
Satisfied with the answer, Luke took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the Swallow Hawk clean. Then he noticed a serious problem and asked with a sheepish look, "Master, what about the scabbard? It's really inconvenient without one."
A scabbard that could hold a famous sword wouldn't come cheap.
Koshiro: "……"
He saw that determined look in Luke's eyes again.
The look that said, "If you don't give me the scabbard, I won't leave, and I won't return the sword."
Koshiro realized he had been a fool to ever think Luke was innocent and a bit slow. Now it was clear that Luke was not just shameless, but utterly shameless!
There was no choice. The sunk cost was already too high, and not giving in now would mean losing everything. Koshiro returned to the inner chamber and came back with a finely crafted scabbard, which he threw at Luke.
"Master……"
"Is there anything else you want! I have nothing left to give you!"
Koshiro's voice broke with frustration.
(End of Chapter)
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