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Chapter 235: Harmony of Man and Sword
Chapter 235: Harmony of Man and Sword
Port Street. Kuro walked at the front, cigar clenched between his teeth, his navy-hooded cloak swaying with each step.
Behind him, Klah followed with a cold expression, while Sazil bared his teeth, glaring at the surroundings with barely concealed hostility. A group of Navy officers brought up the rear, their silent presence radiating oppressive pressure.
They didn’t look like a standard military unit—they resembled a shadowy syndicate.
Even the smallest among them, Lida, had the sharp gaze of a wolf, fixed on the crowd.
It wasn’t just for show. She was genuinely hungry.
Pedestrians parted ways instinctively at the sight of the Navy, though some among them—those dressed differently—watched the group with wary eyes.
“Klah,” Kuro said without turning.
Klah adjusted his glasses. “The ‘Four-Cornered Hat’ Petro, bounty of 30 Million Beri.”
“‘Mad Dog’ Dogsworth, bounty of 42 Million Beri.”
“‘Big Eyeball’ Master Yuantong, bounty of 70 Million Beri.”
“And a few minor pirates with bounties under 20 Million. There’s quite a number of pirates here, Mr. Kuro. What’s the plan?”
Kuro exhaled a stream of smoke. “Any of them particularly notorious?”
“None. Even Petro falls into the category of average pirates—no major crimes on record.”
“Then follow local rules, restock supplies, and move out.” Kuro nodded.
This cursed place had survived for decades—any nearby Navy forces pretending otherwise would be lying. If pirates had been allowed to linger here so long, it meant they couldn’t be caught. The town even bustled with merchants. Whenever the Navy arrived, they’d buy food supplies, and Lida inevitably ended up gorging herself. Other merchants mingled with pirates, haggling fiercely over prices.
The island’s rules had long been etched into its foundation.
Kuro could arrest them, but there was no need. Why destroy a fragile peace someone had worked hard to maintain?
He wasn’t Sakazuki.
“Kuro, this tastes great!”
Lida, wandering between stalls, sprinted toward him with a box of cuttlefish balls stuffed in her mouth, her face smeared with ink-black sauce. The Autumn Water sword dangling from her waist scraped against the ground with every step, clattering noisily. Kuro winced.
“Hold the sword properly. Dragging the scabbard looks awful.”
“I can’t help it! It’s not like I’m tall enough!” Lida shot back, glaring. She deliberately shoved another mouthful of cuttlefish balls in, then grabbed the hilt with sauce-stained hands and yanked it upward.
The blade slid out a crack with a metallic shink, revealing its blackened edge.
“So what? It’s just a broken blade! Can it eat as much as I can?” She grumbled, her tone sour.
Was that supposed to be a point in her favor? And why was she comparing herself to a sword?!
Kuro opened his mouth to retort—but a voice cut through first.
“Little girl, swords need to feed too. Just as humans consume other lives, a sword’s nourishment is human blood.”
A towering figure blocked Lida’s path.
The man stood over three meters tall, his emaciated frame wrapped in a white dress uniform. A gentleman’s hat crowned his head, and a gray neckscarf draped down to his waist. He tipped his hat, revealing a hooked nose and eyes twisted upward like inverted commas—the unsettling gaze of The Hanged Man.
“Little girl, how about selling me that sword? Uncle here would pay a generous price.”
His grin stretched wide, its grotesque charm amplified by his gaunt frame.
The crowd recoiled at his appearance. Merchants and pirates alike paled. Those carrying valuable weapons clutched them protectively and fled.
Clearly, a man of immense threat.
Lida glanced up, licking sauce off her fingers. “Mister, who even are you?”
“Me?”
The skeleton of a man grinned wider, pressing a hand to his chest as he bowed.
“I’m Jadi, a staff member of Moe Island. My hobby? Collecting fine weapons. Little girl, a weapon only reaches its potential in the right hands. Yours?” He snorted. “I’ll offer you a fair price.”
Two fingers shot up. “Two Hundred Million Beri. That’s my final offer.”
Two Hundred Million.
Even Lida blinked.
A [Famous Blade] might command such a price, but few transactions reached that scale. The famed Quick Blade Twenty-One couldn’t fetch even half that sum.
And this man casually named it.
A fortune vast enough to buy two top-tier warships. In a world where most spent that buying cannons for ships, this was absurdity.
Most wouldn’t refuse. Lida herself had long wanted to ditch Autumn Water. But Kuro’s blade was the key to his true power. She knew the priorities—Kuro’s needs over her own grudges.
“Crazy. Not selling.” She waved him off. “Move. You’re in my way.”
“As you wish. I hope your journey on Moe Island is pleasant. If you change your mind, find me.”
He pointed uphill. The town climbed like a mountain, its peak crowned by a colossal fortress. Without another word, he strode past her—but paused.
“Three Hundred Million Beri… is also acceptable.”
“Not for three billion! Not even if heaven rains gold!” Lida stuck her tongue out.
Jadi shrugged, vanishing into the crowd.
“Who was that?” Kuro arrived, eyes narrowing at the retreating figure.
“Wanted to buy Autumn Water. Offered Three Hundred Million Beri. Sell it?” Lida asked, curious.
Kuro rolled his eyes. “Sell Autumn Water? Replace it where? A blade this perfect?”
His gaze lingered on Jadi’s waist—a cross-hilted straight sword, short grip but long blade and guard. A [Famous Blade] aura, yes—but not what intrigued Kuro most.
The man and his sword… their auras fused seamlessly, as if born as one. The blade felt wrong on anyone else.
In a past life, they’d call it “harmony of man and sword.”
Rare indeed.
(End of Chapter)
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